Ye Olden Horror

I was talking to a friend about the fact that Halloween back in the day was far more terrifying... Apparently by accident. Like shit was supposed to be whimsical, but somehow got fucked. 
Exhibit A:

Nothing about this is okay.

 

And really, that's not all. This is one of my favourite  image sof all time, and is currently my phone background:

Halloween: Satan and mutant gourd-men.

Maybe it was just the decorations and shit... I'm sure the costumes were much OH JESUS CHRIST.

Trick or Treat.

Move Review: Night of the Demons (1988)

Look at the fucking box art. Look at it, I say!

A million years ago there were these things called video stores, and you would wander up and down the aisles going, "I dunno, what do YOU wanna watch?" and very often you'd wind up picking a film because of the picture on the box. See, this was before you could watch trailers online or even read a damn review unless you had one of those huge movie guides by Leonard Maltin.

Night of the Demons had a box designed to scare the everloving poop out of you. The random capitalization of 'You'll' somehow just adds to it - they care not for grammar, they're throwing  A HELL OF A PARTY, bitches!

the witch at home.

photo by Voodoo Pixie

Crap I didn't buy.

Halloween is creeping into retail stores, especially now that 'back to school' is over with. I've taken pictures of some of the shit that caught my eye, and will continue to do so.

This devil mask was in the Dollarama. It's too much evil for $1.25

Old pregnant witch.

I guess it's steampunk? But Jesus. Also available in albino.

The Letter

The month creeps along, and we grow ever closer to AbraCadaver. Every year I do a lot of work behind the scenes, and this year is no exception.

Still, I found time to play another low-res horror game: The Last Door. You can play chapter one for free, and chapter two by donation. Have to say I really enjoyed this one.

Must be hard to get pizza delivered...

Growing up, my dad was a computer nerd. This meant we were one of the few families to own a computer before it was the norm - we had a Commodore 64, and more important to my sister and I, we later had an Amiga.

The Amiga was for games. Games where you had to type in instructions, or point and click, and maybe once in a while use the world's shittiest joystick to control a few pixels that were supposed to be a car.  I loved several Sierra game titles, like Space Quest and Police Quest, but the best game of all time as far as I was concerned was Uninvited.

The most terrifying screen of my childhood.

Also released for the Nintendo apparently, Uninvited had you losing your dumb kid brother after a car crash. Obviously he's inside the spooky old mansion you've crashed by. The mansion was huge and lush (well, at least by graphic standards at the time) and filled with ghosts, demons, and puzzles.

Oh, the puzzles.

Back then, I don't think game programmers gave two shits if you EVER beat their game.  Police Quest was written by a former cop, so god help you if you tried to pull a gun on some bikers without first using your nightstick. You would get your ass killed by not following proper police procedure. ...I was like, nine? I HAD NO IDEA. Anyway, Uninvited also gave no fucks - there were pretty much zero hints on how to solve shit, and even as an adult when I tracked down a copy to replay? I had to cheat. I have no dignity.

Anyway.

In the spirit of Uninvited, I present to you an online game that is quite reminiscent of it: Malstrums Mansion.

Leading up to Halloween I hope to post more low-budget horror games that don't blow. In the meanwhile, enjoy PewdiePie playing Outlast. (I love it when he gets so scared he sings. :3)

Season of the Witch

Fire and glass.

Hand of Glory.

"What the shit, man? You abandon your blog and then you come back with some filtered, out-of-focus photos?"

Well. Yes.

I can safely say that the past year has been very difficult on a personal level. I spent much of the winter and spring depressed; I had a falling out with my sister, and after we moved apart there were many days where I would come home from work to my beautiful new apartment and just cry.

Things improved, as they tend to do, but there have been lingering issues. I had my surgery, which I don't regret one bit but which did take a lot more out of me than I had been anticipating. My working conditions are less than ideal due to the fact that the office is a disgrace. I have been working to become a warmer person, and that too comes with its own challenges.

But now it's almost Autumn again. A full year since things started going sour, almost, and a few days ago I finally hit that point where you truly just let shit go. Not the fake "oh, I'm totally over it" thing you do where you lie to yourself, but the honest "fuck this action."

Which is good, because summer is dying.

I will be returning to more regular posting about all the usual crap, as well as extensive Halloween ridiculousness. Because that's how I roll, bitches.