Saturday, October 17, 2009

I believe that this may very well be the EXACT MOMENT that puberty kicked in for me

But what does that say about me?

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5 Second Fiction Five Hundred and Forty Two

In his dream Sasha Grey was a guest on the Muppet Show. It brought new meaning to the term Gonzo Performance.

5 Second Fiction Five Hundred and Forty One

When he learned that she too had a love of auto-erotic asphixiation he was almost too choked up to speak.

5 Second Fiction Five Hundred and Forty

"Faith can change the world," Jason Magwier explained, "that's the terrifying thing about it."

WHEN IS EVIL COOL shares some images it will take years of therapy for me to forget!

And you should totally follow the site it is a lot of fun...

Celebrity Collage by MyHeritage

MyHeritage: Family tree - Genealogy - Celebrity - Collage - Morph

Friday, October 16, 2009

5 Second Fiction Five Hundred and Thirty Nine

Once again he failed to become an Internet sensation, another tale of heartbreak on the boulevard of broken memes.

5 Second Fiction Five Hundred and Thirty Eight

Tara's hopes for Barbados were dashed when the she saw the guests for the Fat Guys In Speedos convention begin to arrive.

5 Second Fiction Five Hundred and Thirty Seven

When fossil fuels ran out NASCAR tried to replace cars with lamas but it wasn't the same and the pits stops were disgusting.

5 Second Fiction Five Hundred and Thirty Six

Once he had dreamed women every night, now he only dreamed of donuts, his libido had taken a powder.

5 Second Fiction Five Hundred and Thirty Five

And her final words were, “Hey! I can see my house from here.”

5 Second Fiction Five Hundred and Thirty Four

When the Local Heroes fought the Carnival of Doom the battles were in tents.

5 Second Fiction Five Hundred and Thirty Three

And his final words were, “I was wrong... you don't look fat in those jeans.”

5 Second Fiction Five Hundred and Thirty Two

'Deathcloud' the ninja had turned his irritable bowel syndrome into a calling card of sorts.

5 Second Fiction Five Hundred and Thirty One

The challenge of being a serial killer working in tech support was tricking the callers into killing their pets.

(Recommended Reads) "Halloween sustains her" by elsapozu

Halloween was her favorite holiday.

When she was a kid, her costumes revolved around veils. If her parents had ever complimented her, they might have bragged about how creative she was this time of year. From “mysterious gypsy”, to “magical genie”, to “beautiful, but very, very shy bride” she was never at a loss for ideas. By their execution, you could see she took this holiday seriously – the seams were perfect and the accessories so credible, it was hard to believe you were looking at someone’s Halloween get up.

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5 Second Fiction Five Hundred and Thirty

Schrödinger's Tube allowed you to view videos of things that might have happened.

(Recommended Reads) "Sea Glass" by Shannon Esposito

Fiona heard Roger come home, recognized the soft thud of his suitcase tossed on the bed.
“Fiona? Where are you, Darling?” He joined her on their bedroom balcony, wrapping his arms around her and kissing the top of her head. “Of course. Out here listening to the whispers of the sea again?”
“Yes,” she said.
“I’ve brought you something back from Ireland.” He kneeled down in front of her...

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5 Second Fiction Five Hundred and Twenty Nine

Lots of employees have sex on the boss's desk but Gary and Melanie should have waited for him to go home first

5 Second Fiction Five Hundred and Twenty Eight

Chuck's secret for staying thin was what he called 'nature's candy' but what everyone else referred to as 'his own boogers'.

5 Second Fiction Five Hundred and Twenty Seven

There is a social networking site for Colonoscopy Addicts- it isn't exactly called 'Facebook'.

5 Second Fiction Five Hundred and Twenty Six

Captain Eagle of the Space Patrol was captured and brought to the torture planet of Agon-Y.

(Recommended Reads) " Faerie-led" by Laurita Miller

Gerald knew these woods. They were familiar to him. He knew every tree, every rock, every path. He also knew the stories, but he paid them no heed. There was nothing to fear in these woods. Bears and moose were plentiful, but they were wary of humans. He did not worry about losing his way among the trees and shadows. He certainly wasn’t concerned about the stories.

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(Reccomended Reading) Lightning Bug's Lair talks about 'Abbot and Costello Meet Frankenstein'

There are things that just go together in the Halloween season, caramel and apples, tricking and treating, or ghosts and goblins just to name a few. There’s another pairing that I always enjoy as All Hallows Eve grows closer, comedians Bud Abbott and Lou Costello with the Universal Monsters. By 1948, with the heyday of the 1930’s far behind, the classic monster movies had begun to grow stale. Universal attempted to capitalize all they could with an endless string of sequels, most notably House of Frankenstein and House of Dracula. As a last hurrah for the original big three (Dracula, Wolf Man, and Frankenstein), Universal paired the trio with popular comedians Abbott and Costello, radio stars who had been on a successful string of films throughout the forties...

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5 Second Fiction Five Hundred and Twenty Five

The manager was short-staffed but his wife loved him anyway.

5 Second Fiction Five Hundred and Twenty Four

It always pained him that he was so scrawny he was always picked last, at least until the day the cannibals attacked.

(Recommended Reads) "The Lake" by Jim Wisneski

It was just a lake. Nothing more. Nothing less. The water was dark but that was because it was a lake. Just across the water there was a large group of trees, some standing tall and alive, others hunched over preparing for death. A few already had succumbed to the water. Some were twisted and contorted and leaning into the next tree. It looked scary but that was because it was a lake...

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(Recommended Reads) Red by Carrie Clevenger

I cleared away the debris so that you could breathe here in my space. I know you like to be able to stretch your legs from time to time. Are the bindings too tight?

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(Recommended Reads) Organics by J. M. Strother

Lee Wen considered his options. Neither of them were good.

He was in no hurry as he walked through the park towards the tram station. No point in rushing anywhere, anymore. His sixtieth birthday, coming next Tuesday, marked the end of his career and all the benefits that came with it. No more housing. No more rations. No access to the tram, not that he'd have anyplace to go or anyone to see. Certainly no one would see him...

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You like me! You really really like me!

My fellow writer and online bromance Darcknyt saw fit to give me the following award...

I am more than grateful.

And I have to say that as my 42nd birthday approaches (Ten days!!!!!) having finally found an outlet for my work has been the best present of all.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

(Recommended Reads) High Feast by Maria Protopapadaki-Smith

Captain Drew boarded the transfer vessel to the Lauk-Parthians' ship with excitement. He had given up hope of humanity ever making contact with a peaceful extra-colonial race in his lifetime - he had certainly never expected to be the guest of honour at a banquet held by such a people. He nervously patted the front pocket of his dress uniform to check his speech tablet was there; he had practised delivering the speech for so long during the previous evening unit that he didn't really need the prompt, but he didn't like to take chances. It was such a momentous event after all - and indeed one that the First Minister of the Colonies herself would be attending instead of him, had she not been 12 parsecs away, orbiting Jupiter on Satellite A...

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Tales From The Oddside : In Memory Alone

In Memory Alone
Al Bruno III

For Amanda Palmer

…“Are you just going to sulk or do you want to dance?” She stood before him with her hand outstretched and no pity in her eyes.

No one else at the homecoming dance even noticed them as they made their way out onto the floor, half giggling half blushing.

Not that anyone would have cared anyway…


It was a modest sized ballroom in a medium sized hotel. Middle aged people dressed in crisp clothes wandered through the tables, all hugs, smiles and handshakes. The open bar was seeing a lot of action, the buffet not so much. It was the 25th high school reunion and everyone was giggling over how much everyone had changed; who got fat, who got thin, who got rich and who got weird. Randy Carter stood near the back of the room, watching it all, hoping someone would notice him but unable to make the first move.

It was like old times again.


When the dance was over Randy told her he didn't know what to say, she jut kissed him on the cheek and told him to stay out of trouble.


Randy knew he was a fool to think she would ever be here, but he had to take the chance, he so wanted to see her again. He watched David Reed strutting around with his hair plugs and trophy bride and there was Terri Smith in a dress that was three inches too short and two sizes too small. The Vice Principal Mr. Martinoli was there, almost 80 years old but still recognizable, Randy was sure for a moment the old man had noticed him but it was just that he had been lingering near the rest rooms.


Everyone said she was a girl from the wrong side of the tracks, that she was headed for a bad end but ever since that dance Randy had been in love with Joyce Maynard.

She never wore makeup and she never wore dresses, even at the homecoming dance she had been wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Sure all the other boys appreciated the sight of her curves but none of them dared go near- she might be a junior but she dated college guys. All the other girls said so.


All these faces, some familiar some rendered unrecognizable by years or botox; Randy felt nothing at the sight of them. He just watched as his former classmates as they were overwhelmed with nostalgia or longing. Did any of them even remember him? Was he even a subject of conversation? There was a half- abandoned drink on a nearby table, Randy had half a mind to grab it and fling it into the 'Welcome Alumni' banner.

What would they have to say about Randy Carter then?


She didn't forget him after that night, when she passed him in the hall she wasn't afraid to make eye contact and flash him a little smile. On days that happened Randy was walking on air for the rest of the day.

As the seasons rolled on Joyce would disappear for weeks at a time, once or twice for suspensions and then there was the week she was hospitalized. What was she hospitalized for? Depending on which rumor you believed it was either a drug overdose or an abortion but the last time Randy saw her he would learn the real story.


When the buffet closed the began to play all the songs from the old days, people began to filter on to the dance floor; old flames sharing slow dances while their spouses waited on the sidelines. It wasn't even midnight yet but many of the Alumni were drunk and maudlin rehashing the same old stories again and again. Randy wished he could have joined in with them but what kind of stories would he have to share? He had spent so much of his time with his nose pressed in a book in anticipation of college, then in college in anticipation of his career. He made partner at his law firm when he was in his twenties, he was divorced by the time he was thirty-five and then along came a heart attack at forty one, in truth he had expected that as well, but not quite so soon.

And through it all he held on to those memories of Joyce, the only thing in his life that had ever been unexpected.


Even at seventeen he had a paper route; he was always industrious like that, always saving his money for law school in case his plans for a scholarship fell through. This had been his route for years but he never knew she lived on it, not until that frosty March morning. She was just coming home when she noticed him riding past on his bike, she called him over and they talked for a while about this last semester of high school. Joyce would be 18 this summer and she told him should couldn't wait to move on, she wasn't even going to bother with graduation ceremonies. She told him once she took her last exam she wouldn't be caught dead in that damn school.

It got colder and she invited him in for breakfast – there was no sign of her parents and all she had to offer him was soda and pop tarts. How could he refuse?

Conversation went round and round until he mentioned her most recent absence from school, he knew the rumors but he was curious to know the truth.

So she told him- it had been an appendectomy, then laughingly she had stood up shown him her scar. She dared him touch it, and he did.

Then in a moment of madness he kissed her.

And she kissed him back.

Before he knew it they were in her bed pulling at each others clothes. He was so excited and terrified, he even told her he didn’t know what to do so she showed him, guided him. They moved slowly cherishing every moment.

They both knew in their heart of hearts this would never happen again.


By 2 AM and the party had broken up and from the way some of his former classmates were acting Randy wouldn't be surprised if a few marriages might have gotten broken up as well. Randy was still there feeling disappointed and bitter, feeling like he'd wasted his time and effort to be here.

And it hadn't been easy to get away from home to be here, it had been more than a struggle but he had been determined.

All this effort for nothing but it had been worth the chance hadn't it?

He paused at the bulletin board that showed pictures of all the people that couldn’t be there, or didn’t care to be. Beside that were the pictures of the faces that could never be there.

One picture was a melancholy tribute to Joyce Maynard; mentioning how she had died young but not that she had died of a drug overdose weeks after graduation.

And beside that was Randy Carter dead of a heart attack at 42. He wondered to himself where they had gotten the picture of him from and how death could be so lonely, how he had even gone unnoticed by eternity itself.

Suddenly there was a voice behind him, “Are you just going to sulk or do you want to dance?”


She stood before him with her hand outstretched and no pity in her eyes.

There was no one there to notice them as they made their way out onto the floor, half giggling half blushing.

Not that anyone would have seen anything anyway…

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

The Vault Of Horror introduces me to the work of Joshua Hoffline

Visceral Visonaries: Joshua Hoffine

I'm continuing the Visceral Visionaries series with someone whose work I've been really taken with of late. The stunning photography of Joshua Hoffine has been getting a ton of publicity lately, and I'm more than thrilled to contribute to it. Using primal childhood fears and fairy tales as a basis, he has crafted some of the most unforgettable imagery you'll ever see. Thanks to the delightful and twisted Vault Dweller Tammy Jones (a.k.a. 1twistedmind), I had an opportunity to meet with Joshua, and this interview was the result of that meeting...

After you've read the typically awesome article from VAULT OF HORROR be sure to stop by Joshua Hoffine's website.

Happy Birthday to my Sister In Law!

What better fate for a Lovecraft devotee than to have a marine biologist in the family?

In The Shadow Of His Nemesis chapter thirty three


Saturday November 16th 1996

Bodivar was prodding the fire again, sending little sparks up. The dining room had started to become stuffy so they had opened the main doors to let the cool air from the vestibule work its way in. Galen said, “I would like to have met your great grandmother Angie. It sounds like she was something.”

“It wasn't easy,” Angie said, “Abandoning her old life and moving to America. I don't know if I could have done it.”

Sig whispered something in Angie's ear and she smiled.

“Amazing isn't it when you think about it isn't it?” Magwier rested his chin in his hands, “So many lives, so many choices, all leading up to you.”

Angie looked uncomfortable, “If you say so.”

The dining rooms side door sung open, Hao and Warren bustled in with a wheeled cart there were enough dishes of ice cream for everyone and an extra one for Sig- to save a trip. “What did we miss?” Hao asked as Warren started serving.

“We were talking about family.” Isobel said.

“Families can be very trying.”

Warren moved quickly, setting plates down with a clatter. He kept looking from Hao to Galen and Sig and back again. Jack shifted in his seat and stretched, “Family's not so bad. It’s all about unconditional love.”

Hao said, ““There's no such thing. All love is conditional.”

“I don’t agree.” Jack replied.

Everyone was served, Warren started rolling the cart back to the kitchen, Hao caught his arm and sat him back down. “Oh come on now.” Hao shoved the cart into a corner and returned to her seat, “What if the person you love betrays you?”

Jack said, “If someone really loves you unconditionally they wouldn't do such a thing in the first place.”

“People are weak Jack. You know that.”

Bodivar grumbled, “Always this argument, it is older than I am.”

“I for one never get tired of it,” Magwier said, “That I think is why I have the soul of a poet.”

Zeth chuckled, “The soul of one yes, the talent on the other hand...”

“Glass houses old friend, glass houses,” Magwier fiddled with his silverware, “I’ve been in love a thousand times and only once.”

Warren took another sip of wine, “Because every time is different right?”


“Aren’t we talking about two different things here?” Angie had her head resting on Sig’s shoulder while he ate her desert, “Love of your family versus love of a lover.”

Roxanne flashed her grin, “That reminds me of a story.”

Jack cleared his throat noisily, “Hang on to your hats kids.”

“Oh you,” she said, “We’re all adults here. You see I’m part of the Lunt family, yes that Lunt family.”

“Who?” Isobel asked.

“Oracles.” Zeth said, “If you go for that kind of thing.”

Roxanne continued, “Actually the daughters of the Lunt family are Oracles. We see the future and the past. We can look through the realms dreams and the dead right through to the Maelstrom itself. A few of us can even see past the Maelstrom to the Ruins of Creation.

“Since it’s only the girls that have the gift. The boys of the family are our caretakers. The men write down every word we speak when we are in the heat of our revelations.”

She poured herself some wine before continuing, while some ate and others just listened. It was obvious she was enjoying having an audience, “The ability doesn’t come naturally- we need Gemætan to open our minds but only the Lunt women can survive continued exposure to it. Women who are not of the bloodline can have intense visions but it’s only a matter of time before their brains burst in their skulls from the strain. And as for the boys, any male that takes the Gemætan is unmade until all that’s left is mute, brutish and obedient. We call what’s left over a squonk.

I’ll admit that comes in handy once in a while. Someone bugging you? A few drops of the stuff in their drink and suddenly they’re drooling and playing with rocks in the front yard. Also it was a nice way to keep free manual labor on hand, we chose homeless people mostly, folks that wouldn’t be missed. I like to think we gave them a better life in some ways.”

Warren’s voice was a stage whisper, “I don’t know what she’s talking about.”

“Just roll with it,” Hao said.

“What am I talking about Warren?” Roxanne said, “What’s Gemætan? It’s something leftover from the age of gods, it is drawn from the glands of a creature called an ǽlfix. They sort of look like a lamprey but they have a voice that sounds like a baby crying. It has to be prepared in a special way and then left to rot in its own juices for a time.”

Isobel dropped her fork, “There goes my appetite.”

“May I?” Sig asked.

“Uh, sure.”

Roxanne continued, “So that’s the world I grew up in. Now as for my family… I had a fraternal twin, his name was Chadwick, he was handsome as Hell and too smart for his own good. All the boys followed him. All the girls were crazy to fuck him. Especially me-”

Wine shot out of Warren’s nose and almost spattered clear across the table.

Monday, October 12, 2009

5 Second Fiction Five Hundred and Twenty Three

The Cyclops Brothers Detective Agency always kept an eye out for crime.

5 Second Fiction Five Hundred and Twenty Two

Like many paranoids with delusions of godhood she had a natural proclivity for blogging and talk radio.

5 Second Fiction Five Hundred and Twenty One

In 2012 the Mayans revealed the whole calendar thing was just a plot to plague the world with bad movies.

5 Second Fiction Five Hundred and Twenty

In the end the Cheerleaders of the Wasteland decided the new girl's perkiness more than made up for her horrifying mutations.

Al Bruno's The Cheerleaders of the Wasteland by Chris Scheetz

Jim Wisneski's 'Not Today'

The red light lasted damn near forever. Normally impatient, Richie didn’t care. Normally, the steering wheel would have impending dents, a wave of obscenities would be rolling through the street, flooding everyone else’s ears around.

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5 Second Fiction Five Hundred and Nineteen

Commander Infinity could crush lumps of coal into diamonds, but he wouldn't because it was tantamount to socialism.

5 Second Fiction Five Hundred and Eighteen

Trapped on a ship full of creepy children and alien warlords Amazing Ed vowed to survive and sell the movie rights to his story.
Al Bruno's Amazing Ed by Chris Scheetz

John Wiswell's 'No Militaries In The Gay

In a radical reversal of roles, today the U.S. government banned the military from gays. War will no longer be allowed to be declared where there are any gay people, to avoid exposing soldiers to what one White House staffer called, “uncomfortable environments.”

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5 Second Fiction Five Hundred and Seventeen

Like all highly trained ninjas Psychotic Kid had to make sure never to pick his nose with his 'finger of death'.

Al Bruno's Psychotic Kid by Chris Scheetz

5 Second Fiction Five Hundred and Sixteen

Scientists learned to harness the power created by elderly people trying to use their computers and the energy crisis was solved.

5 Second Fiction Five Hundred and Fifteen

Karl entered politics dreaming of having the only presidential library with an extensive collection of cake farting videos.

5 Second Fiction Five Hundred and Fourteen

Many time traveling conspiracy theorists died trying to prove President Taft sank the Titanic to hide his birth certificate.

5 Second Fiction Five Hundred and Thirteen

To punish Brian for his strip club addiction he was sentenced to the 'death of a thousand lap dances'. He was pretty OK with that.

5 Second Fiction Five Hundred and Twelve

Rusty Johnson held the truck full of itching powder over his head knowing that things were going to get real ugly real fast.

Al Bruno's Rusty Johnson by Chris Scheetz

5 Second Fiction Five Hundred and Eleven

All during puberty his family kept the catbox in the bathroom, that's why the sent of kitty litter still gave him an erection

5 Second Fiction Five Hundred and Ten

Discovering that humanity was created as part of a cosmic open mic night did not drive her mad, learning the punchline did.

5 Second Fiction Five Hundred and Nine

The flavor packets included with most brands of instant noodles are in fact mummy dust, the reason this is done is unfathomable.

5 Second Fiction Five Hundred and Eight

Psychics revealed that the humidifier was haunted but Gary didn't mind, his sinuses had never felt better

5 Second Fiction Five Hundred and Seven

Lorelei grinned, "Mother said that heartbreak was the anvil that forged our souls- not the 'Facts of Life' talk I expected."
Al Bruno's Lorelei by Chris Scheetz

5 Second Fiction Five Hundred and Six

"That's the problem with sci-fi," Magwier said, "It tells us otherworldly beings will either be kind or cruel- the truth is worse."

Al Bruno's Jason Magwier by Chris Scheetz

Sunday, October 11, 2009

5 Second Fiction Five Hundred and Five

Going from villaness to heroine was not easy but Doomsday Girl loved not having to worry about escape routes and master plans.

Al Bruno's Doomsday Girl by Chris Scheetz

5 Second Fiction Five Hundred and Four

The thing Captain Hero and his team dreaded the most about alien zombie invasions was was the post-crisis cleanup.

Al Bruno's Captain Hero by Chris Scheetz

5 Second Fiction Five Hundred and Three

"The spark of divinity is not so far removed from the flame of madness and most will never understand the difference."

5 Second Fiction Five Hundred and Two

There were songs he liked to make love to and songs he liked to drive to, none were longer than 5 minutes.

5 Second Fiction Five Hundred and One

The thumbless serial killer and the skull-faced woman had more in common than they thought.

The newly updated Al Bruno III catalog... (A View To A Shill)

tales of lost gods and fragile transformations

This collection of 13 stories transports you to a world where both dreams and monsters lurk in the shadows, where love and forgotten rituals fight for control of the human heart, and where the madness of eternity can be glimpsed in a single segmented eye.

This anthology collects some of the best stories from Al Bruno III's website and includes the novellas 'Chad's Oracles', 'Fully Vested' and 'The Mask Collector', available for the first time anywhere.

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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.

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.

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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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IN THIS TWILIGHT: tales of lost gods and fragile transformations

This collection of 13 stories transports you to a world where both dreams and monsters lurk in the shadows, where love and forgotten rituals fight for control of the human heart, and where the madness of eternity can be glimpsed in a single segmented eye.

This anthology collects some of the best stories from Al Bruno III's website and includes the novellas 'Chad's Oracles', 'Fully Vested' and 'The Mask Collector', available for the first time anywhere.

That's right I've got another book available for you folks out there. Now I will be honest and let you know that about 40% of the stories in this new anthology are available for you to read here and on my web page.

For now anyway but as new material keeps piling up those stories will become available in book form.

The new novellas are all new and have never been seen before, and I think if you like the material on here you'll enjoy them a lot.

If you get it let me know what you think of it.