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Seth vs The Werewolf Hunters

A preview of Mike Roukas's comic – drawn when he was a kid, back in the 90's – from WEREWOLVES VERSUS: THE 1990s.

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Werewolf vs Chucky

A preview of Ludovic's illustration published in WEREWOLVES VERSUS: THE 1990s.

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Full Moon Party

ACAB, even when they're werewolves. HamsterToybox's throwback to warehouse raves gets busted up in her illustration for WEREWOLVES VERSUS: THE 1990s.

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Skater

A preview of Tandye's illustration published in WEREWOLVES VERSUS: THE 1990s.

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An excerpt from Viergacht's story from WEREWOLVES VERSUS: THE 1990s.

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Transformation consumes him.

His brain floods his system with natural opiates, dulling the worst of it as he’s wracked by alternating waves of freezing cold and boiling heat. With a wet crunch, his nasal cartilage flattens and his jaws dish out. His eyeballs throb in their sockets as his skull literally comes apart at the seams. Teeth work loose and fall onto his tongue, ejected from their sockets by larger, sharper ones pushing from behind. He dry-swallows them like a handful of pills. Muscles twist and contort, the tissue tearing and rebuilding, a year’s worth of high intensity workouts achieved in a few moments. Skin splits as his growing frame stretches it taut. His flesh swells, emitting a scent not unlike frying bacon as the outer layer sloughs off to expose raw new epidermis studded with growing hairs underneath. His metabolism kicks into high gear and his stomach yammers to be filled with hot, bloody meat ripped from a still-twitching carcass.

The black hole in the center of his guts will have to wait. He kicks off his shoes and unbuckles his belt with clumsy fingers, knocking loose fingernails that, like his teeth, have been unseated by deadlier replacements. They aren’t razor edged, his claws, and only curve slightly, but they are thick and hard and he packs enough power in his shoulders and arms to tear through a car door. He drags them across his sweat soaked shirt, easily shredding it to tatters.

Thom’s feral form doesn’t much resemble the creature shop’s beast of foam latex, faux fur, cables and tiny electric motors. No doubt he’d be a disappointment to the horror movie connoisseurs in his audience. They seem to prefer big dogs standing on their tippy-toes begging for table scraps, with delicate, elongate snouts and ridiculous fluffy tails. Thom’s skeleton is more cartilage than bone, but it still can’t change that much. He’s a physical creature, not a supernatural one.

An excerpt from Craig J. Clark's essay, as seen in WEREWOLVES VERSUS: THE 1990s.

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I’m not bragging when I say I’ve reviewed more than 3,000 films in the past nine years. I’m simply stating a fact. Another fact: In that time, I’ve covered close to 120 werewolf (and werewolf-related) films. This may be a small part of the whole, but it’s a rather high percentage of the werewolf films that are out there. Accordingly, I like to think I’m something of an authority on them, but there’s one that I’ve seen (twice, in fact) and never bothered to review, and that is 1995’s Project: Metalbeast. (Actually, there are two if you count the same year’s Werewolf, but I’ve only ever seen the Mystery Science Theater 3000 version of it. No need to rake that one over the coals since it’s already been eviscerated so capably.) With this issue’s theme in mind, I decided the thing to do was to review Project: Metalbeast without the aid of Wikipedia or the IMDb. Any inaccuracies in the following, therefore, are the fault of my imperfect memory and not due to any ill will toward the makers of the film, whoever they are.

An excerpt from Tah the Trickster's story, as seen in WEREWOLVES VERSUS: THE 1990s.

The bite on my bicep throbbed, sharper than before, and my head went light. That hurt. I’d gotten it a month ago from some crazy huge mutt downtown in the middle of the night. I’d logged on to the family’s Gateway and asked Jeeves how to clean and disinfect a dog bite, and for a while it’d seemed alright. It had gotten infected anyway—it’d been burning like fire the past few days, and had only worsened today. And to make matters worse, now I had a stomach bug, and I couldn’t even get online to figure out what was wrong because my asshole brother Aaron had been tying up the phone line all day.

I fumbled with the modem yet again. It dialed up – I held my breath – and –

Busy signal. Again. A-fucking-gain.

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