Look I like to laugh at the horny white chicks with bad taste making poorly written erotica just like everyone else but there’s like genuine demons entrenched in the hearts of genre fiction and we gotta get those guys first.
Like yes it’s very silly that they want to fuck the crow guy that eats plastic. And her clothes are made of plastic. Extremely funny just conceptually, even funnier executed so poorly. But like Neil Gaiman is still out there. Alive.
















