Game Review: Resident Evil Revelations (3DS)

Though a fan of the Resident Evil series, I’m going to admit right off the bat that I haven’t played them all. I played the original and the remake extensively, Zero, Code Veronica, and Resident Evil 4 on Gamecube and Wii, but I’ve only played a little bit of part 2, watched someone play parts of 3, and never played part 5 at all. Having said that, Resident Evil: Revelations may be one of my favorites in the series. At least, of those I’ve played.

It’s been argued that the series, which started out as slower paced survival horror, has “evolved” into third person action. Not having played part 5 (supposedly the biggest offender) I don’t necessarily agree. Resident Evil 4, directed by the creator of the original Resident Evil, was a shot of adrenaline and originality I feel the series needed right when it was going stale. Never had I played a game that felt so cinematic while allowing so much freedom, as I pushed bookcases in front of doors to delay the approaching hoards, only to have them  break through and continue the assault. In truth it did steer the series further in the direction of action, but it was still a horror game at heart and quite brilliant at that. Continue reading


Doguhn: Official Review

The first official review for Doguhn has been posted on horrornews.net

Click here to check out the full review!

Now I have to admit I was VERY nervous about this review, but was quite pleased (and a bit flattered) by the final result. 😀

The review was written by Tiffany Apan, who’s bio states that she’s an, “award winning and acclaimed independent recording artist along with being a stage/film actress, producer, and writer. You can find more about her at her Official Website , Web Blog, MySpace , Twitter , and Facebook . She can also be found on IMDb and her music releases on CDBaby along with iTunes, Amazon, and other digital retailers. She also writes for the publication, Rogue Cinema in addition Horrornews.net . She is also responsible for starting up the Music’s Underworld Webzine and it’s sister site, Heaven Sounds.”

Check out her website here—> http://www.tiffanyapan.com/

You can purchase Doguhn on trade paperback or kindle. Links to both versions as well as excerpts can be found here: Doguhn

Once again, thanks for reading.

– Jason


The Engineer and The Black Death

Chapter 3 of my second novel, The Lost Pages of Trevor Sunburn. Check out the book page, which contains more excerpts here.

THE ENGINEER AND THE BLACK DEATH

Hotel food sucks. They charge an exorbitant amount of money for shit on a plate and after five days of eating that garbage, just the thought of a greasy slice of pizza would make the insides of my cheeks sweat.

Even the eggs suck. How in Zeus’s lightning do you fuck up eggs?

I guess it doesn’t help that I’m picky and don’t eat meat.

I had a vegetable panini one night; which in this case was squash, zucchini, mushrooms and some other crap on focaccia bread. Sure, it sounds mighty tasty, but damned if it didn’t make me want to fucking vomit. First, I pick it up and some big shiny red thing’s sticking out the side, wobbling around like a floppy dildo, then every time I try to take a bite of the bastard, these goddamn slimy sea creatures squeeze right out from between the buns and flop onto my plate with a wet splashing sound.

Needless to say, I took a stroll through the blistering cold to get pizza after that experience, rather than eat at the blasted hotel. It was either the elements, or I do battle with the fucking Kraken again. Continue reading


Here Comes My Brain! (Part 3)

Read Part 1 here!

Read Part 2 here!

And onto the end…

I was too busy watching my finger to even notice the redhead cutting a sliver or flesh from my left thigh. I shifted my eyes down to see him placing a bandage over the exposed muscle, before depositing the flesh on a tray next to a syringe filled with the reanimation serum, then carrying the contents to the doctor and the bitch. The syringe was emptied into my flesh and they once again analyzed the data. I was not kept in the room long enough to monitor the results this time and was carted off almost as quickly as I was brought in.

I gather that only an hour or two passed before they brought me back to the operating room. What I saw was astonishing. In the few hours since they had injected the flesh from my thigh with the regenerating liquid, it had managed to mutate, forming tiny bumps that it could wiggle to pull itself along. The doctors had their masks off, big mistake, and were laughing as they watched my flesh drag itself across the cold tile floor. Was that a sense of cold I felt in the hole where my skin had been removed? Continue reading


Here Comes My Brain! (Part 2)

Here’s the second part of Here Comes My Brain. Part one can be found here!

The name is Howard, I wanted to tell him, but the injection had worked on my lips as well. They lifted the deadweight that was my body and deposited it into the wheelchair with that blasted broken wheel, proceeding to push me down the hall, further bruising my knees on the cold walls due to that wicked left turn the chair so enjoyed making, and finally to the operation room the good doctor spoke of.

The room was well lit and sterile, with white walls and stainless steel tables, sinks and surgical equipment. There was a solitary metal chair in the center of the room with an adjustable high voltage light like those at a dentist’s office. Fluorescent bulbs illuminated the room as well as the two additional doctors who were waiting inside, loading syringes with a glowing amber liquid. Was that a smile I saw beneath the mask of the female doctor? That bitch just jumped up a peg on my shit list. Continue reading


Here Comes My Brain! (Part 1)

Here Comes My Brain! is a short story I wrote a few years ago, which I’m presenting here in 3 parts. The story was based completely around the title, which was based around something a neighbor was screaming, which was obviously (I would hope) misheard.

Please continue reading and look out for part 2. Feel free to leave feedback. If demand calls for it, I’ll publish some of my older short stories on here as well.

Here Comes My Brain is a fun horror/dark comedy about a man who is abducted and used in experiments that involve the reanimation of dead flesh, where each day brings more bizarre procedures and less limbs, as his desire for revenge increases. Without further ado… Continue reading


A new year of horror fiction

Though this blog has been relatively inactive as of late, it’s anything but forgotten. Believe me, the pressure and stress of this site sitting idle, putrefying while I suffer through the trials of the real world weigh heavily on me each day. And don’t doubt for a second that I’m aware of the importance of maintaining such a site if I’m to bring exposure to the years of hard work and growth I’ve undergone as a writer, and trust me, having someone read and hopefully enjoy my work is my ultimate goal.

I’ve been low on energy, low on inspiration and currently, I’m low on coffee–perhaps the most frightening of all–but I’ve toppled my writers blocks and made a significant dent in a new chapter of The Skin Collection that had been kicking my ass for the better part of a month. It’s a complicated chapter that I’ve decided to make even more complicated rather than going the easy route, but I feel the end result will be well worth the effort, even if I had more days than I’d like to count watching a blinking cursor and daydreaming about triforce pieces, Romulans and sexdragons. Continue reading


10 People you don’t want to invite to Christmas dinner.

Just in time for the holidays, I present a list of ten “people” (in no particular order) that you don’t want to invite to Christmas dinner.

You might be wondering whether or not to invite that annoying uncle that no one likes, or that relative that just can’t seem to hold their alcohol without making a complete asshole of themselves, but just remember, it could always be worse. Now there’s some obvious answers like Hannibal Lecter or the Creeper, but who’s seriously going to invite a convicted murder/cannibal, or a creature that meticulously selects specific pieces of the human anatomy to consume for 23 consecutive days, to Christmas dinner? Obvious bad choice is obvious. No, it’s the quiet ones you have to watch. Continue reading


2012 Project

A preliminary preliminary test for one of my untitled 2012 manuscript projects, inspired by the Kowloon Walled City…

The sun hadn’t cast its warmth on these streets in many years. Though each morning the sun would rise over this city just as any other, the labyrinthine network of buildings allowed no light to penetrate its weary foundation. When the city was still relatively young, a census would one day report a population of over 50,000 in just over 7 acres of space, but it wasn’t an entirely accurate approximation, as there were many unreported births and deaths, and then there were the lower levels below the city that very few knew existed, and those with the knowledge would never dare venture for a mere population count of a city the world had all but abandoned. Continue reading


A Lullaby

(A short Chapter from the middle of The Skin Collection)

Julian sits back in his chair and folds his fingers under his chin, contemplating the fate of the pieces he’s set into motion. There’s an odd piece somewhere on this board that remains hidden, and this is what he knew he must prepare for, should it fall into the hands of his opponent.

He sensed and feared the demons may have made contact with their master. It was still too early, but if this was true then he had to escalate things quickly. The fabric of the system has grown quite fragile and Howard Russo threatened to tear a hole so wide that no seamstress would be capable of repairing it, and Julian’s kingdom will crumble to dust. Continue reading