You know, I have more to say.
I miss reading pulpy fiction. For years, me and this old beaten crew of teens wrote absolutely terrible pulp- but I miss the style and the raw, visceral aspects of it. This really brought me back to aliens getting blown apart, undead scrambling around, and my own writing antics.
Tarrentino- this reminds me of some of his work. Perhaps not his dialogue shenanigans, but perhaps a bit of that substance that makes pulp so great.