Friday, April 24, 2009

It is Friday again...

And my plans of posting a PRICE BREAKS AND HEARTACHES story every week has been shattered. I am too busy getting the serial novel into shape.

So much for Multi-tasking

Still though, here are my favorite links for the week...

Kindertrauma gave us an article about PHANTASM II

Top Horror Movies Club shared a review of SPLINTER (2008). I am very interested in the seeing this film now.

Darcknyt tried to warn us all of the dangers of "Activist Bacon" but I fear he is too late to pull out fat from the fire. (See what I did there)

Horror's Not Dead recommended a film on IFC On Demand called THE CHASER. The described it as "...about a pimp who gets caught up in the web of a serial killer who has been hiring out and killing off his girls."

I just discovered I Watch Horror Movies a fairly new website but I enjoyed their article about 1965's DIE MONSTER DIE.

Mad Mad Mad Mad Movies talked about a Paul Naschy film called The Mummy's Revenge. I wish I had more familiarity with Nachy's work, especially since he was in one of my favorite films from childhood ASSIGNMENT TERROR. (Aliens kidnap Dracula, Frankenstien, the Wolf Man and the Mummy as part of a plan to enslave humanity. Now THAT is a plot my friends.)

Fran Hogan started working on his webcomic Darwinism again and there was much rejoicing. I love the way his mind works... yet I am also terrified of it.

Frankensteina just told me about VAMPIRE GIRL vs FRANKENSTEIN GIRL. Count me in folks!

Monster Brains dug up some art from a deleted sequence for Clive Barker's underrated film NIGHTBREED. I love the movie but it could have been so much more!

Vault of Horror talked about the soundtrack for LET THE RIGHT ONE IN.

The authoress of Thoughts of a GEG was kind enough to give this blog a plug making her blog THE MOST IMPORTANT BLOG EVER OF THE WEEK!

Well that's it for this week's links. Enjoy!

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Since I seem to be in a musical frame of mind today...

Here is the long form video for Alice Cooper's Along Came A Spider.

It is a great album and Alice still rocks.

Some zombies with a dash of the Mythos and a whole lotta metal!

Of course I am talking about Metallica's song All Nightmare Long from their latest album.

Heck of a video in my opinion.


Where the Hell are you guys?

All me to explain

As you can see from my ClustrmapI have had visitors from all fifty states except for the two holdouts Montana and North Dakota.

OK you folks in those fine states, what is it going to take for me to get some fans in your neck of the woods?

More horror? More comedy? Random nudity?

And if any of you readers have friends there... let them know what they're missing!

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

My God! What have I done?

Well at least my blog isn't same as it ever was...

Same as it ever was...

I made some more changes, can you tell?

I have made all my longer works available with dropdown menus instead of link after link after link. Each longer work also has a "Click here to continue" link as well to keep fumbling around to a minimum.

Still though, this might be the worstest incarnation of my blog yet.

What do YOU the reader at home think?

I have said it before and I will say it again...

Those ninjas are a menace!

Police: Sword-Waving Ninja Attempted Mass. Robbery

"Police say a man dressed liked a ninja used a sword in an attempt to rob a Weymouth dry cleaner..."

Really? A dry cleaners?

What's the matter Snake Eyes did you lose the ticket to pick up your laundry?

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Another week another chapter...

The latest chapter of my serial novel is up. The plot is starting heat up now.

Well at least I hope it is anyway.

Please let me know what you think.

Also... there may be some delays in my Price Breaks and Heartaches series. I am trying to hammer the second book of my serial novel into place and while it is turning out cooler than I thought it would be it is also taking more work.

Still though hang in there and keep circulating the blog.

Oh and also... here is the song currently stuck in my head...

In The Shadow Of His Nemesis chapter nine


Chapter 9
Thursday November 7th 1996

Reclaiming her parent's house from weeks of neglect had left Isobel feeling tired and dirty; but at least it had taken her mind off other things. It wasn't until the drive home, when she was alone with her thoughts that it all came back to her. The whistle and flap of the garbage bag she had taped over the window seemed to mock her leaving her feeling like she was still nothing more than the clueless, helpless girl she had been in high school.

NO! Isobel squelched the thought as she parked her car and headed into her apartment building. You’re not that girl anymore! Her skin cleared up, she lost some weight, she went to college and she got a real job.

And, the thought was so sweet that it left her smiling to herself as she rode the elevator up to her floor, she got her own place.

Moving out, it was a minor rite of passage for some but for her it was a great shining victory. She had moved out in the middle of a family confrontation. Isobel remembered her mother's voice, "How do you think you'll survive out on your own? You don’t know anything! You don't know how to budget yourself-you blow half your paycheck the day you get it! You don't know how to do your own laundry! You barely know how to keep house! You'll be broke and back in a month!"

The going had been rough at first, mostly because she didn't know anything about budgeting, laundry or keeping house, but she learned. The one month deadline's passing was marked by a phone call from her father. Isobel had been proud to tell him she was doing fine.

Isobel's smile fell as she unlocked the door of her apartment and stepped inside. She didn't remember leaving the TV on. Her nose wrinkled at the smell hanging in the air, an odor she associated with meat gone bad. The door swung to a close behind her.

Her tongue went dry at the sight of the dead body. Disbelief made her vision blur and snap back into focus. Blood pooled and streaked the fabric of the couch, congealing in the gaps between the cushions.

Isobel blinked trying to make the vision disappear but it remained. The eyes were wide and glassy. The lips bloody and grimacing. The top of the skull was gone, leaving nothing but jagged bone and tatters of skin.

Finally she recognized the remains of the half-peeled face.

Her legs failed her and she slumped against the wall. Who had done this? Nick must have come by to try and make up, as he always did. He knew her weakness for surprise visits all too well. What had he found waiting for him?

Galen? Could Galen have done this?

"For what its worth," a woman stepped out of the kitchen. She was simply gorgeous; it was the kind of easy attractiveness that made Isobel self-conscious. The woman wore a white blouse, it was unbuttoned to the waist and a single bloody thumbprint marred the crisp silk. "His dying thoughts had nothing to do with you. You meant nothing to him."


She sat down on the recliner and ran her hands through her long hair, "He thought of his mother, typical really."

A man stepped out of the kitchen, he and the woman made perfect bookends with their cool beauty. "You'll have to pardon her." He said, "She ate too fast."

The woman began to button her blouse with shaky fingers, "Color me chastised."

"You did this?" Isobel said. "Who are you?"

"Ah." The man smiled, his teeth were perfect, "My companion is known as Ms. Ginnmett and I am called Mr. Sauno."

“So formal.” The woman said, “I’m Helen, this is Peirs.”

Their names barely even managed to register, Isobel was too busy wondering what they had planned for her. Again and again her gaze returned to what was left of Nick, "Why did you- How-"

"You shouldn't concern yourself with such things." Peirs Sauno said.

"If- if you don't get out of here I'll scream."

"You don't think he tried screaming?" Helen Ginnmett picked idly at her fingernails, "Where did it get him?"

Where… where is his brain?

Then she remembered Piers Sauno's words, "You'll have to pardon her… She ate too fast."

Isobel began to shake, "What do you want? I'll give you money, I'll give you anything you want."

Mr. Sauno stepped towards Isobel, when she tried to back up he only moved closer showing her there was no way she could make a break for the door, "All we desire is information. Answer one simple question and we will leave. Where is Galen?"

The shivering stopped, Isobel's mind became reptile calm, "W-who?"

Helen Ginnmett laughed, Mr. Sauno silenced her with a gesture.

Isobel's hand snaked into her coat pocket, the .22 caliber pistol Cheryl had insisted she take. Where was the safety again?

Piers Sauno frowned, "We know you rescued Galen last night. I'll give you one more chance. One final chance, tell us where he is."

"But I don't know anything. I just gave him a ride."

"There are rides." Ms. Ginnmett stood with a wink, "And then there are rides."

"He's not here. He left after… he left in the morning."

Mr. Sauno's frown deepened, "That sounds like him all right. He got what he wanted and then left."

Ms. Ginnmett agreed, "You don't owe him anything. If he said anything, anything at all about where he might be going…"

Isobel played up the edge of panic in her voice, "I'll do anything you want. Just please don't hurt me. Please don't hurt me. I don't want to die."

"Then just tell us."

"Just don't hurt me. I won't go to the police, I swear I don’t know anything."

Mr. Sauno spoke like a parent trying to calm a hysterical child, "No one else has to get hurt, just tell us where he is."

A familiar voice interrupted them "Leave her alone."

Galen stood in the open doorway, looking like a movie hero come to rescue his damsel in distress.

Mr. Sauno nodded, "There you are. I thought we'd lost you to the Hanged Man and his sycophants."

Both intruders were moving towards Galen now, Isobel suddenly beneath their concern.

"Just let her go." Galen said, "She has nothing to do with this."

Ms. Ginnmett laughed "If she has nothing to do with this then why did you come back?"

"You're tensing up there Galen." Piers Sauno said, " We can't have that."

Galen raised his hands, "Let's all calm down here. The Monarchs need me."

"That does explain why you're still alive doesn’t it?"

His hands. Isobel realized, What happened to the cuts on his hands? They're gone.

A pair of synchronized snaps drew Isobel's attention from Galen back to the intruders. Slender lengths of white metal had emerged from beneath the flesh at the back of their wrists. They looked sharp as knives.

Ms. Ginnmett said "Time to pay the piper our little Dauphin."

"Dauphin!" Mr. Sauno smiled thinly, “You are a treasure Helen.”

Galen said, "Get out of here Isobel."

“Yes.” Mr. Sauno nodded towards her, "Run if you want. We'll catch up to you later."

"May as well." Ms. Ginnmett frowned thoughtfully, "You’re never going to get that safety deposit back. "

"You going to come quietly Galen? The Monarchs are anxious." Mr. Sauno drew back his arm, the edge of the blade shimmered.

What am I going to do? Isobel thought. How could she every truly escape this? Who could protect her from the likes of Helen Ginnmett and Piers Sauno. If nothing else she was most likely going to find herself a murder suspect by the morning. Isobel was cornered and she knew it.

Besides, Galen was here, she couldn't lose him again. She wouldn't.

"Listen-" Galen began again, "We're all on the same side here-"

"Stay away from him!" Isobel tore out the inside of her pocket as she drew the gun. She let her aim waver between Nick’s murderers.

“Oh heavens.” Ms. Ginnmett’s voice was deadpan "She's got a gun."

A look of annoyance creased Mr. Sauno's face, "What's one more body then?"

He lunged for her. Galen tried to get between them but only managed to knock Mr. Sauno's first slash wide of the mark. Isobel stumbled backwards and fired. The first bullet grazed his shoulder, the second missed him completely.

The stinging sensation seemed distant at first. Isobel was too preoccupied with the ringing of her ears. Then she looked down at the back of her forearm. A deep diagonal wound had been cut into the meat of it. Already her sleeve was soaked with blood. The pain reached her then and it flowered. Isobel tightened her grip on the gun and sat up, trying to get her bearings.

Ms. Ginnmett was at tussling on the floor with Galen, her breathing was even, her expression full of detached determination. There was a sour chemical smell in the air like cleaning products and burnt plastic. Mr. Sauno grabbed hold of her gun hand. Isobel saw the wound she had given him but it was all wrong. The blood was watery and the color of mustard, the bone was dull and blue gray.

What are they?

"No gun license but I should have suspected.” Mr. Sauno said, “Now why don’t you-”

“Get away from me!” Isobel fired three shots into Mr. Sauno’s leg. There was a hissing sound and his knee buckled. He slashed at her again as he went down cutting deep into her side. Pain swallowed her senses.

A cracking sound filled the air as Galen had bent both of Ms. Ginnmett’s arms back at an impossible angle.

“Oh damnit.” She said.

Isobel wondered how many of her neighbors were dialing 911.

Mr. Sauno dove at her, catching her in a clumsy tackle. The chemical smell was overpowering up close, it left her eyes watering.

What are they?

Then Galen was on Mr. Sauno’s back, straddling him. “Enough!” He pulled at the man’s head and twisted his until there was a metallic snap.

Ms. Ginmett got to her feet again and Isobel fired the last few bullets in a blind panic. The first bullet did nothing more than punch a hole in the wall, the remaining caught Ms. Ginmett in the chest and face. Globs of orange fluid and clumps of rubbery flesh spattered the walls, revealing sinews of copper and bones the color of a hospital floor.

Somehow Mr. Sauno was still talking, still grabbing at Galen, “Ungrateful-”

It was all too much now, Galen or no Galen. Isobel ran from the apartment shoving her way past the neighbors gathering in the hallway. She ran down the stairs taking the steps two and three at a time until she was out of the building.

Do you know Dick?

Dick Marvil that is.

The folks at Role Playing Public Radio did an audio dramatization of my rant Achy Breaky Mythos.

These folks make me laugh out loud at my own material. If you need a good laugh give this a listen. In fact their whole catalog is worth your time.

Click here to hear.

A Post-Apocalyptic Ragdoll Adventure?

Holy crap! The movie is called 9.

Why am I just hearing about this now?

Check out the teasers!

And here is a little more courtesy of the website I Watch Stuff.

In a way this reminds me of John Tynes rpg PUPPETLAND

Wow. Count me in for this one.

It's Shiller Time!

Well, it's been a few months so I figured that once again I would take you on a tour through the world of Al Bruno III merchandise. Have your wallets ready.

In The Pit

This is the comic book I wrote, that sadly it never made it past the first issue. Too bad I had envisioned a fantastic tale of serial killers, Canadian pro wrestlers and exploding toilets. Still though I think you might enjoying reading the first issue, it is still available as a PDF file. There are also some preview pages at the sight below.

Order away and weep for what might have been.

Some of my best work is available from the fine folks at Eden Studios. My contribution to their game lines has been mainly in the area of fiction. The rules and setting information was written by other very capable folks like Richard Dakan, CJ Carella, Jack Emmert, George Vasilakos and M. Alexander Jurkat. Believe me, they did all the hard work. If you are a fan of role-playing games or a fan of zombie movies then the books below are going to be right up your alley.


Enter the dark world of survival horror. The Dead walk among us. This role-playing game allows you to play in a world infested by the walking dead. The main rulebook includes rules for character creation, combat and everything else you need to play in a world of survival horror. Also detailed are the multiple campaign settings so you can customize the type of "deadworld" you wish to explore.232 pages.Hardcover.Cover Art by Christopher Shy.

Click here for ordering information


A must-have reference for All Flesh Must Be Eaten, the Zombie Master's Screen is filled with charts and tables. From fear to weapons to outcomes, every reference that a prepared Zombie Master needs is packed onto a four-panel screen. The flip side of the screen scares and delights the players with full-color zombie images.
The Screen is packed with a 48-page booklet, including a ready-to-run adventure introducing the Cast Member to the horrors of a zombie plague, and pregenerated characters with complete bios, statistics and resource information.
Cover Art by Christopher Shy and George Vasilakos.

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Written by Richard DakanThe first supplement to All Flesh Must Be Eaten opens whole new vistas for a walking dead campaign. This tome brings together the thrills of Hong Kong action films and the excitement of flesh-craving horror. The match of these two genres may not have seemed obvious at first, but the pleasures that arise from it are undeniable. After all, zombies and Hong Kong style action make a perfect fit. What better match is there for a relentless series of lightning kicks and a hurricane of bullets than a target that can’t die? The pulse-pounding danger just never stops. Besides, what martial arts master worth his salt doesn't ache for the ability to use his own intestines as a deadly whip? For the undead, no problem!Softcover.Cover Art by Christopher Shy.

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Written by Al Bruno III, CJ Carella, David F. Chapman, Patrick SweenyBased on the original concept by George Vasilakos and Ross IsaacsEdited by M. Alexander Jurkat, David F. ChapmanCover art by Jeff ReitzInterior Art by Storn Cook, Thomas Denmark, Talon Dunning, DW Gross, Jon Hodgson, Chris Keefe, Jason Millet, Matt Morrow, James Powers, Gregory Price, George Vasilakos
From the creators of All Flesh Must Be Eaten, similar in style but this time . . . with apes! Terra Primate has no specific setting. The only constant is the concept of intelligent apes. Planet of the Apes is a movie about intelligent apes, but then again so is Congo. As long as the characters are interacting with intelligent apes -- or are intelligent apes themselves! -- the game could be set in the pulp era of adventure, on a post-apocalyptic Earth, on a faraway alien planet, or downtown on Main Street.
The main rulebook includes rules for character creation, combat and everything else you need to play in a world where man is the missing link! Also detailed are the multiple campaign settings so you can customize the type of "Apeworld" you wish to explore.

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a novel of horror and obsession

To all outward appearances John Sig is just an old man living a quietly in an empty old house. His one pleasure is when he heads down to the local diner and visits with his favorite waitress Angie. When Angie disappears, John sets out to find her. For an ordinary old man that might seem like a foolish idea but John Sig isn't human, he's a monster living in the shadow of a nightmare thirty -five years old.

The Reviews at speak for themselves!

Maelich ***** (5 stars) "Buy this book..."

Pam From Texas **** (4 stars)" I Loved This Book!"

BeBop Cowboy ** (2 stars) "Just the Facts as I see them..."


And now a teaser chapter from In the Midnight of His Heart free of charge and free of context.

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April 26, 1993

The sight of blood crusting the welcome mat was enough to make Phil decide to investigate further. The doorknob was streaked with red, so was the keyhole. He broke into John's house easily and with a flush of guilty pride that he still had the touch. Pocketing the forty year old lockpick set he stepped inside, his footsteps echoing in the naked room. “Love what you've done with the place.” he muttered to himself.

In the two days since the incident Phil like to think of as the 'McDonaldland Massacre' he’d neither seen nor heard from John. Ordinarily that wouldn't have worried him, after all it wouldn't be the first time that old coot had gotten fed up with him. But there was an article in today's Troy Record that got him worrying.

Phil stopped dead in the front hall. He bent unsteadily and carefully examined the pile of tattered clothes. They were stiff with dried blood. Where they John's? Or somebody else's?

They were too ruined for him to be certain. There were bloody footprints everywhere, steeling himself for the worst Phil followed one of the trails into the kitchen.

The newspaper article that got him worried was about the bodies of three drug addicts the police had found in the lobby of an abandoned hotel. They had been mutilated beyond recognition, the police could only theorize that the bodies had been eaten by rats or a pack of feral dogs. Now ordinarily Phil would have read an article like that and chuckled to himself but the thing that stuck in his craw was where the bodies had been found. That building had been abandoned for almost a century now and it was the largest eyesore in Troy’s ever-growing repertoire of eyesores. It was also where the remnants of the original Pharos team had risen up against the Project’s founder Victor Kovach.

The floorboards creaked underfoot but Phil was too lost in thought to hear. They way the bodies had been found had also set him worrying. Bodies had been found floating in the Hudson River thirty years ago in roughly the same condition. He wondered how long it would be before someone connected the dots between then and now.
The kitchen was a ruin of opened tins of SPAM and pastry boxes. The patches of dried blood were thick with crumbs and flecks of meat. Phil breathed heavily, this was bad. The rust-colored footprints lead back to the stairs, he followed them.

Three steps up the stairs something squished underfoot, oozing out from beneath the undersides of his sneakers. Reluctantly Phil looked down, relieved to see it was only vomit. Skirting as much of it as he hurried to the second floor.

The blood trail led straight to John’s bedroom door. For a moment Phil considered just turning around and heading straight back home.

After all, what if he was still hungry?

But on the other hand, if not for John he’d be worse than dead.

Phil cautiously pushed open the door.

Pale sunlight streamed in through the cracked bedroom window. The only furniture was a bloody mattress; John lay on it, curled into the fetal position. His back was to Phil and his breath was coming in shuddering pants. He looked emaciated, like a starving animal. Phil felt his mouth go dry as his gaze lingered on the fist-sized exit wound in the man's back. The borders of the laceration were crusted and dark, but the center was wet and gleaming. He could just see the edge of John's spine.

“Why the gun?”

Phil started at the sound of his John's voice, “What happened to you?”

“Why did you bring a gun?” he said again.

“Just in case.” his hand drifted to the .38 in his jacket pocket.

“Just in case of what?”

Phil shook his head, “I don't know! Just in case.”

“What kind of bullets are in it?”

“John, stop talking nonsense and let me help you.” he drew closer.

“Do you have regular bullets in there?” he rolled over and glared at Phil. It looked as though the lower half of his body had been soaked blood, there was a bullet wound in his gut. His face was drawn, his eyes were feverish and resentful, “Or the expensive kind?”

“You're hurt. I need to call Zara.” he looked around, “Where's your phone?”

“After all this time... you still don't trust me.” he set his good leg down beneath him and stood, “No matter how hard I try, I don't belong.”

Phil put a hand up, “Look just calm down and get back on the bed before something falls out
of you.”

“What was it Victor said about me? Too much a monster to be a man,” he hobbled forward, every step threatening to pitch him forward, “Too much a man to be a monster.”

Phil shrugged nervously, “Victor also said that no one could stop him. We stopped him didn’t

“Kill me.”


He drew closer, “I'm a murderer.”

“So am I, what's your point?” Phil took an involuntary step backwards.

“When I reach you I'm going to tear your throat out.” the sunlight cast John's face in shadow, making his expression unreadable, “Just like those men in the hotel.”


“I might even attempt the Metastasis.” he said, “Hell I might even get lucky, even the best enchantments fade over time.”

“I'm not going to kill you.”

“Then why did you bring the gun?”

Phil muttered “Fuck.” under his breath and took another step back. He was in the hall now, one if his hands snaked into his jacket and wrapped around the comforting weight of the pistol.

“That's it.” John cooed as he limped closer.

“Don't make me...” he shook his head, “don't you dare fuckin' make me.”

“There's no telephone here Phil and even if the neighbors hear your screams, they wouldn't get here in time.”

Phil's back hit the wall, cursing himself he drew the gun, “John-”

“There is no John, there never was.” he took another unsteady step forward, “He was an affectation, a role to play. I am Sig! And I am alone.”

“I don't believe that.”
“You know it.” he was close now, close enough for Phil to smell the stink blood and shit on him. Tears ran down his cheeks, “You're going to die if you don't shoot.”


“And then when I'm done with you maybe I'll pay Zara a visit and do all the things-”

“Fucker!” Phil swung the barrel of the pistol down catching John on the side of the head. Gasping, John dropped to his knees. Phil swung the pistol again, striking this time on the other side of John’s head, sending him sprawling. Phil stood over him and took aim.

There was a long silence broken only by John's trembling whisper, “Do it.”

Phil looked from the supine form to the gun in his hand and back again. He lowered the weapon, “I can't- I could never-”

“I am alone.” sobs racked his body. His head was in his hands, his fists tangled in his long silver hair. He wailed again, “I am alone.”...

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Click here for ordering information

So there we are, the Al Bruno III product line. Hopefully there will be new things available soon.

Also, I am sorry to note that the erotic lithographs of me are no longer available.

Monday, April 20, 2009

He's back!

My good buddy Fran has started work on his webcomics again...

Check out DARWINISM!

Sunday, April 19, 2009

While the blood's running warm in your veins...

I have fallen behind in my reading of Larry Latham's excellent webcomic Lovecraft Is Missing.

But on the other hand hand can't think of a better way to spend your morning than catching up with a rip-roaring pulp style adventure. If you have not tried the webcomic yet do so now.

The story begins here and once you start reading you're going to go straight through to the end.