A 31 Days Of Horror CONFESSION

A 31 Days Of Horror CONFESSION

As All Hallows Eve approaches, something mingles with the stench of your sin throughout the Outpost. It is the smell of fear. Fear, and that shawarma kebab from Abdul’s that Stark had last night after drinking his own bodyweight in gin. It permeates the Outpost....
The CONFESSION BOOTH Judges Your Commitment

The CONFESSION BOOTH Judges Your Commitment

Let no man who hath torn his underpants asunder live without sin, for what is man without sin, and underpants? Certainly not an Outposter, for the veritable stench of your sin clings forever to our internet home, like a teenage boy’s bedroom after his parents...
CONFESSION: Your Unpopular Movie Opinions

CONFESSION: Your Unpopular Movie Opinions

My flock… the dark times were sent to test us. When our place of worship was brung low by famine, pestilence, war, death, and mySQL, it seemed as if our church would shatter. But your faith was stronger than the eternal evil could ever have guessed. Your faith...
Bond On: LICENCE TO KILL

Bond On: LICENCE TO KILL

The new guy was all settled in, and the Bond production line continued to motor along, delivering a new movie every two years. The Living Daylights had been a huge financial success and they were going to lean hard into this change in tone for Dalton’s next go...
Bond On: LICENCE TO KILL

Bond On: A VIEW TO A KILL

Ladies, gentlemen, Outposters. Be upstanding. Sir Roger Of Moore reaches the end of his tenure as James Bond, and it is with some sadness we now find ourselves at the end of an era that probably defined Bond for many of us of a certain age. Some sadness? OK, lots of...