Our fallen Kingdom is a mess. Lets have a laugh.
Welcome to the golden age of VHS trash — a time when every story began with a “routine procedure” and ended in an unreasonably large body count. This is “Routine: The Motion Picture.” Five tales. Zero coherence. One unforgettable, deeply unnecessary cinematic universe. Read aloud in your best 80s trailer voice — or don’t. The ghosts are watching either way. ‘Detectives Rim and Dodge thought it was just another day on the force… until a…
Welcome to Single Malt—where absurdity reigns and reason takes a coffee break. Each story, no longer than five sentences, is a miniature plunge into a world where logic unravels, meaning slips through your fingers, and the bizarre feels oddly familiar. Talking furniture, misplaced gravity, and existential fruit all coexist without explanation or apology. These tales don’t seek sense—they celebrate nonsense. Embrace the confusion, suspend your disbelief, and let the absurd do what it does best:…
In the early hours of the morning you wake up to discover a man dressed as a clergyman - sporting sunglasses and a trilby - at the foot of your bed. As you reach for the crowbar under your pillow to beat him for daring to rob you in fancy dress - he announces that you are the last in a long line of vampyre hunting warriors and that a secret code in the form of a collection of moles on…