You’ll wish it came with the receipt.
Tis the season to be jolly, fa la la la, la la, la la. So what better way to start off Kagemas then with 1922, a Netflix “original” based on the Stephen King Novella
Winter is coming, but who cares? Shit, the most interesting aspect of the novel, the weird seasons, is just pretty much forgotten about, because, as far as I know, winter still hasn’t come in close to twenty years. Maybe winter should find a fuckin’ Viagra.
Before Twilight, there was Anne Rice fucking up Vampires.
Goosebumps+Hatchet=The Devil Crept In.