All such tales of gods and their miracles are false. But not us, and not when we’re swearing on words that have no honor, realizing scripture is leverage, taking fate into mine own hands, listening to death noises, slaking thirst for revenge,…

Zodiac stones read the metadata of your heart. You ears read the metadata of us narrowing seven to four, making our name shit, waiting for a new dawn, using the auracite for good actually, false fighting the second pervert, citing heaven,…

God is watching, have faith. God is also listening to us assuming the piss position, successfully whistling grass, gaslighting ourselves, flying in from Final Fantasy XII, pursuing beauty, acquiring heroes of myths and legends, ordering dairy from the…

Now there is a podcast I had not thought to find in these wastes! Bathe with us in the muck as we’re learning from Matsuno why Orators get guns, possessing powerful evidence of the church’s misdeeds, staying two steps ahead, acting as expected,…

Let’s away before we’re found. But first, listen while we’re ignoring height, raising a sluice gate, breaking Orlandeau out of the break room at work, questioning Valmafra’s allegiance, finding the one competent person who likes us, suffering…

The stone chooses the flesh. You have chosen to listen to us as we’re wondering why Aerith needs money, laughing like Kefka, not agreeing with arbitration, spilling blood on fancy riggins, looking for a good drubbing, refusing to argue with ghosts,…

What devilry is this? It’s a podcast, once in which we’re wading in rebirth, boasting the brain of a dullard, fighting an old foe who died but didn’t, indulging in gratuity, interrupting pervert preparation, hanging a bag of teeth, refusing to…

Here’s a souvenir for you on the way to hell. It’s a podcast, one in which we’re appreciating sprite animation, frustrating the high confessor’s plot, working to see queens made for true, pretending to leave the room, rendezvousing with…

Lives and levels, or men and boards? How about pods and casts, featuring us dropping in on perverts, murdering clergy members, slingin’ blood off a sword, remaining lawful, observing an indoor turd river, picking up a book, exposing craven cowards,…