Tag Archives: Stygian Press

You probably know Greg Hall. He’s the Friday night piggy-petter and grand poobah of the no-pants zone who gives out 80’s headshots with the, ahem, personalized inscription stating that you are indeed his favorite writer. He gets some of the biggest names in horror on his podcast, the Funky Werepig, but never forgets to leave room for those writers struggling …

Nobody goes to plays anymore. They're boring, lifeless things only enjoyed by the rich and snobby as a way to pretend that they are better than the rest of us. Well, Mr. Naysayer in my head, I beg to disagree. Maybe it would change your mind if we threw in some rotting, flesh hungry ghouls and horned minions of darkness in adaptations of stories from one of the premier purveyors of literary horror out there, Necrotic Tissue. By the guy that brought Brian Keene's soul searing exploration of fiscal depression and a dead boy Jesus, Terminal, to the stage. I got your attention now, don't I, Sparky?