>Bro I’m not even joking, analog horror absolutely cooked my brain. I saw this TikTok edit of the Mandela Catalogue with VHS static, cursed PSAs, and that demonic emergency alert voice, and I legit felt like I was trapped in a haunted Walmart in Ohio at 3AM. It’s the way it feels like you’re stuck in a liminal space—like a middle school hallway with the lights half off—except something’s watching you. No rizz, no hope, just vibes and existential dread. And fr? It lowkey slaps as a critique of capitalism. All those fake corporate training tapes and sketchy public service announcements? It’s literally late-stage capitalism gaslighting you with a smile, like, “Don’t worry, citizen :)” while the world ends behind a CRT monitor. Analog horror is peak Ohio-core horror—nostalgic, cursed, and completely devoid of rizz.

THE REGIME

such a camwhore

well well, look at the cityslicker pulling up in his fancy german car