What happens when you take a spooky horror film, lock away the lead actor, replace the soundtrack with musical mad-libs and sabotage the camera script? You get Curse: Eye of lsis!
Please enjoy the first of my 2-part highlight reel of our stream playthrough from late 2023. If, for some reason, this leads you clamouring for more spooky jank, you can find the full playthrough here! You can also support me on Patreon to see the concluding part right now!
This morning I woke up. Got out of bed. Leapt to greet the morning. Got up. Stood. Straightened. Un-layed. Arose, by any other name Is that tailor attaching pieces of cloth together? Seams sew... I thought I was buying saplings, but it turns out I was being sold panda food. I've been bamboozled! I only ever sit naked in a bucket of navy paint once in a blue moon The arctic expedition didn't necessarily *need* a statistician, they were just there to make up the numbers
- Aftermath n. A headache
- Behemoth n. A trans-masc butterfly
- Hurricane n. A motorised walking aid
- Remember v. To put a body back together again
- Sustain n. A questionable blotch or blemish
For a sizeable chunk of people the week between Christmas and New Years is one survived entirely on leftovers. For those who worry they're missing out fear not! for I come bearing trays of Sudoku veggies ready for the belated cronch! Some cold 6x6 baby carrots to snack on followed by a hearty 9x9 meal of hot parsnip, ready to help you face whatever temperature the thermometer reads tomorrow. Bon appétit!
Have you or a loved one ever wondered where The Prodigy found their signature sounds? What the origins of Moog were? How the Halo franchise developed its unique sonic atmosphere? Or simply where to watch a silly British fellow play around far too competently with any piece of electronic musical gear he can get his hands on? Then look no further than Alex Ball! I mean, you can look where you want, this is only a suggestion.
And so the frosts of whimsy melt away as we bid ta-ta to another chilly year. Who knows what the following year shall bring, only that it'll likely do so in the manner of a cat leaving a dead bird on your doorstep. Perhaps I'm projecting, though.
But 'tis the time to think of those we cherish and hold dear. Dear enough to wish them merriment and mirth. Maybe on a slightly small, newsletter-sized scale. I'm just saying I won't be upset if you share it, and hopefully neither will they.
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Be seeing you,
Crispy
💜
