Letters from Your Editor

The Exterminators have finished scraping the last of the parasitic head goo. There’s still a dent in the wall from where a 150cm tall Glenn Ridge head was smashed by…

There are three major groups who suspect me of having precognitive abilities. The Psionic League assume I’m an unregistered, the Temporal Hive thinks I’m pottering about in time, and the…

Well I’m still in the market for a Marketing Department. The Baboon Collective had to be demoted to a small dog house near the door where the Mail Boy comes…

Hwaet and lo, you gibbering genetic typos, stop murdering and buggering each other for a few moments and concentrate on your cerebral cortex, you’ll need some language skills for this.…