Anyone who visits this blog during any given October knows that I'm a huge, Huge, HUGE fan of psychotronic, sleaze-o-rama, drive-in fare.
Monsters & mutants & mayhem.
Bikers & babes & bloodshed.
Celluloid & screams & stickiness.
Gimmicks & gratuitousness and gore.
I've tried to do my little part to celebrate the genre, but I'm a mere Ed Wood when compared to the bastard 3-way-love-child of William Castle, Roger Corman, and Herschell Gordon Lewis that is Jack Shear, over at the must-read Tales Of The Grotesque And Dungeonesque.
This man is my hero, because he's made MY ULTIMATE DREAM POST-APOCALYPTIC RPG that I didn't even know I wanted until he first brain-dropped about it!!!
AND IT'S FINALLY HERE.
It has everything that I love in a setting (hell, everything I love in LIFE): post-apocalyptic trash-fantasies and horror-honeys and hot rod hearses and psychobilly insanity and more monsters than you can shake an electric pitchfork-guitar at.
|= Justin's Brain. SCIENCE!!!|
I totally bought it. You should, too. (And there's even Lulu coupons, so I hear.)