Status update, 2024: The Vampire: Actuary for a major insurance corporation. The Ghost: Middle school guidance counselor. The Werewolf: Sells souvenirs made from painted shells in Myrtle Beach, S.C. The Clown: The Tri-State Torso Ripper, still at large. Recommended listening: Tick tick tick.

I just wanted to play Virtual On. That’s all. The mecha-based arena fighter was one of the first games I picked up for my Sega Saturn in the day, and it been decades since I’d last booted it up. The wrinkle was that I didn’t want to play the Saturn version. Don’t get me wrong: […]

I started this feature without having a coherent plan,just a nostalgia-tinted swirl of memories unearthed after flipping through some periodicals from the year in question. Now that the project is done, I’m still not sure what I was trying to accomplish, much less whether or not I succeeded in doing so. 1983 was the year […]

The notion that I’m an asocial recluse has been a recurring gag since Armagideon Time’s inception, and it’s certainly based in reality to a fair degree. I don’t like to travel, for various reasons I’d rather not get into or feel capable of articulating at this time. It’s not that I didn’t enjoy visiting Gettysburg […]