CreepCast - HELP. I'm Trapped in a Sitcom | Creep Cast

Episode Date: March 8, 2026

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Let's get this, uh, uh, Isaiah, can you hear this? Yes. Here, go ahead and sing the song. I'm a cat, cat, cat, cat and a dance, dance, dance, cats. I'm a key cat. Hold on one second. I got to step out of the room. Cat.

I'm a kitty cat. So thence, dance, dense, dense, the dance, dense, dense. That was a beautiful rendition, Nick. Would you do me a favor? Baby, could you do me a favor real quick, actually? Baby, can you do me a favor? What? Oh, can you get Daddy just a little red bowl?

Oh, all right. I'm back. Daddy needs a little red bowl. Nikki, Nikki, can't go in there and get me a red ball. Thank you, Princess. Okay. Uh, make sure it's sugar-free. Nick hurry I need it can you see the stream now yeah okay is anyone saying anything

yet is that sugar free oh thank you Danny huh so the writer's journey what the fuck is journey of the west mean what's that mean are you maiming me what is that like Nazi propaganda or something. What the fuck are you talking about? I don't know what that means. It's Chinese Odyssey. It's Chinese Odyssey. This is the writer's journey. I heard it's a good writing books. I was going to read it. All my communist Chinese literature is in the other room. You know that, Nick. Come on. Red Bull. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Sugar-free. Oh, my God. yeah wow all right now there's people showing up there it is wow sugar-free

right now okay you guys can't see him right now uh and hunter refused to set this up in a way where you could see him but he's you can hear him right now so this is incredible you guys you can't see me so you're going to have to use your imagination first off let me me tell you right now Isaiah you'll see you'll see this in the final cut on the edit but you're gonna you're gonna see that i am completely nude right now i'm not even joking completely naked and i'm gonna do this really i want you to listen to this and then close your eyes Isaiah i can see it on the stream so you have to close your eyes ready ready ready right yeah i'm ready that was imagine oh it's good this is just smart oh it's good

can't do this. I'm a father now. I have standards. Oh, my God. Red Bull is so tasty. Okay. Do you want to tell these, do you want to tell our beautiful little princesses and princes what we're reading today, baby? We are reading two stories. Hold on. We got to do, yeah, we're recording. You have to do the actual. Oh, shit. Welcome back to creep. I say he can't talk while I'm doing the thing because it throws off my groove. Okay, please. Thank you. We've discussed this before. Now I have to get my whole, I have to do my whole remedy.

Hold on. Oh my, wow. It's just every time it's so good. Welcome back to Creepcast. Today we're going to be reading a beautiful story called, Help! I'm trapped in a sitcom! Season one, episode one.

But there's another one that we're... Well, potentially, do you see how that's fucking busy. I got to see how much long we can do. I don't know if we're going to be able to have time to you. okay so we'll fucking fill it in later we'll see i don't know okay well the other one if we get to it is i've uncovered videotapes revealing malicious reality shows so get it sitcom reality show theme of the episodes creepy shows everyone really creepy was more hyped about before hunter started this uh podcast by moaning into the microphone but whatever um you guys haven't

seen it yet but we've recorded an episode that i think's going up this sunday by a writer known as Max Voynich. Max Voynich hasn't posted in six years, but we read two stories from them as part of a grab bag on the episode that'll be going up on the current week while we're recording, and they were both bangers. And then we saw the sitcom one, decided to give it a try. So the best way to reach Max Voinich seems to be his Reddit.

I don't see any other links to his writing beyond that. But he's got a ton of stories on No Sleep and the cryptic compendium. and stuff like that. So be sure to check them out at the link in the description. Also, for those that don't know, we are live streaming this to the Patreon at the same time. So I'm seeing people's reactions hurling by.

I'm seeing a lot of water emojis and a lot of people with Turk Brownie profile pictures. So I don't, we'll see how this goes. So if you want to join this live stream next time, feel free to join our Patreon. We can hang out with these fucking degenerates. that are spamming the chat. You know what?

Never mind. Don't even do it. Never mind. This is enough. Don't even do what? Don't even. Don't even bother sign it out. We have enough people in here.

This is too much. Look at this. Jesus Christ. It is. I can't keep up with it. I will say Patreon has fixed the thing, I think, where the chat would be too much. And you couldn't see the bottom of it. Yeah.

So it is better. I am soaked, though. Like I said, for the people here, the Rat King short story is. really fucking cool. We were able to read two of his stories and both really good. I'm curious to see this one too. I really like I love these I really like these these stories where I don't know like it's like a fourth wall breaking kind of meme. You know what I mean? Like a deal of some dude actually I'm curious to see how he uses a screenplay format to create a creepy pasta. It's going to be fun. Someone said will this be Sunday's episode? No, as much as we hate our editors, we don't give them that

tight of turnaround times. They typically have like, this will be a future one. This will be a future one. Yeah, the one going again, the one going up this week is this guy's story, but we recorded it like two or three recordings ago. Have you seen that, have you seen that, uh,

that video of that German kid playing Fortnite? It's one of my favorite. I love that one. Love that one so much. Why did you bring that up? I don't really know. Oh, because people are saying yippee. That's what I'm a thing.

Because he does. Oh, my God. Fortnite. You sprekin, yippee! And like the whole, the whole translation is like, I just want to, I do what's want to drink Coca-Cola and play Fortnite or something. And he has the most genuine yippie ever. It is a haunting how much the Patreon, your people in chat are just your minions to say something.

Yippee! It's just like, whatever you point them towards just out. Before we recorded, Hunter was like, oh, we should stream this to Patreon. I'm like, well, yeah, let's do it next time when I can set everything. I'll be like, no, we have to do it this time. We've got to do it right now. Listen, I, since you've been. Since you've been gone.

Hey, since you've been gone. No, since you've been gone, I've been me and me and the, me and the Patreon chat, we've been getting down and dirty together. We're, we're homies now. So it's been too long. I need to my fix with my, with my Patreon pals. Okay. My Peepees.

Oh, that doesn't work. My Patreon, my Patreon friends. That doesn't work. Nope. I like that you don't even go back to reverse a reverse perissocial relationship. That's really cool of you. It's good. Yeah, I need them. Yeah. But that's my point.

I have to have them or also I'll fold in on myself like a dying star. He was real adamant about streaming this episode this week. So yeah, we have to. Oh, well. All right. Well, we're going to be reading one, potentially two sitcom stories. We'll see how it goes. Thank you to the patrons for being a part of today's live recording.

So actually this is kind of fitting. We're doing a sitcom episode. And we have a live studio audience while we have recorded. So thank you to our live studio audience and all of the people on Patreon. Again, the artist slash artists that we're covering today will be linked in the description. Is there anything else we're missing? No. The only thing we need to establish is that in the script format, you should read.

It says me. So like if it says me, you'll take those lines and I'll take everything else. All right. Sounds good. All right, well, without further ado, are you ready to get into it? Let's go. Help! I'm trapped in a sitcom, Season 1, episode 1.

Season 1 pilot. An empty room, cathode ray television plays. The image is grainy, stretched over the screen like a membrane. Theme tune. Hollow, empty, a parody of something I have remember. This is all I see. Living room. I am on the couch

Tie undone Beirc hold of my hand TV is plain I do know how I got here Room feels spacious opens itself up around me There's a noise at the door The lock slowly turns

And the door opens Okay well I think I have an applause Sound effect I'm sorry was mine not fucking good enough No it wasn't Well the stream Should have been able to hear it Okay

well, well, it's, I looked over at the audio bar and it was pinked red the whole time. I'm sure you just fucking blistered through your drums. And everyone's like, everyone's like, help. Yeah. All right. You get it.

We're in the mood. I want to do the one. I want to do the one where it's like, ooh. Actually, dude, I can, wait, hold on. I forgot I can, let me know if you can hear this. I'm going to record this one second. Okay. Yeah.

All right. Now it should be on a button, so I should do. I can't hear that. Okay. That's unfortunate. Well, I tried. Okay. Well, anyway, uh, I can do what else can?

I can do this to them. I just hit an air horn. You're right. This is pretty cool. I can just hit sound effects and everyone's like, oh my God. Jesus. That's pretty great. I like that.

This is fun. You are right. Okay. All right. Where are we? Oh, yeah, cheering applause. Oh, oh, yeah. I have to, hold on, hold on.

I'm going to get back in the story. I freeze. What was that? For a moment, I think it might just be tinnitus or the kettle whistling, but the sound is unmistakable. It's an audience, cheering. And as they cheer, my friend Bill walks through the door. Miss me, champ.

He moves his hands and his hips as he says, champ. A practice over. the top motion. He grins like a wolf. I'm frozen for a second, and there's a dead air in the silence. Did you hear that? Hear what? Champ. I frown. He must have heard it. It was loud and obnoxious. It was so loud I couldn't think. The applause, the cheering when you entered. Bill grins, wiggles his hips again, offers me a theatrical shrug as if to say, no idea what you're on about.

At least so one's glad I'm here. Uh, I don't think I have a laughter one. Also, for love of God, turn up your fucking mic so people will stop bitching and chat. I maxed it out. I'm fucking believable. It's touching the red. Well, then you need to lay down the law and tell them that it's fucking good enough. Hey, okay.

It's good enough. All right. You turn on your, listen to the stream for a second and see if you can hear it. I heard it sounds fine. Okay. Then everyone else grow up. If I see one more, if I see one. If I see one more fucking comment about it, I'm, we're in this shit.

You hear me? Tell me if you see one more comment right now. All right. I will. All right. Go ahead. Okay. I saw someone said turn it on.

You can't let them. You can't let the one. I hit the air horn. Yeah. I think it. I freeze. What was that? For a moment, I think it might just be tonight as sort of kettle whistling.

But the sound is unmistakable. It's an audience. Cheering. And as they cheer, my friend Bill walks through the door. You've already read all this, dude. I've read, I already read all that. See, we're going to edit that out of the final cut, but now there's a live audience who knows that I do that sometimes.

You know why? It's because we have, we have stage fright. See, this is that what it is? Yeah, it's because there's people fucking complaining and doing all those fucking shit. And it's driving insane. We don't get stage fright on stage. We get it when we're in our house recording. Okay.

No. When I'm on stage, I just text. When I'm on stage, I just get the scaredy farts. No, you don't. Yeah, I do. It reeks. I do a little.

I get me some of those. I've been on stage with you five times. You have never. Was the store? What was this no? You barely, you are scared of breathing up there, let alone. I feel like, I feel like honestly,

sometimes you get, you give it back to me because there are sometimes where I'm like, he is letting something loose over there. I don't say give it back. You do. It's like Ollie and Fraser, trade and blows is what it feels like on stage. Unbelievable. Well, at least someone's glad I'm here.

Laughter. And as he says that, as he speaks, the room he rubs in laughter. Can laughter. I flinch, try and look around to see if I can see the source, but nothing.

The room is empty. There it was. Again, can laughter. Bill winks. and swaggers towards me. Hey, you know it's not a crime to admit I'm funny, right? Phil cold sweat beat on my back. My hands become clenched fist.

You can't hear it? Bill's stomach rumbles. The only thing I can hear is that it's beer o'clock. Laughter again. I hate Bill, by the way. I fucking, I absolutely despise Bill. I was about to say Bill is you. This is an interaction between me and you.

No, no, no. No, no. no I don't know I I no I'm not going to acknowledge that no wrong that that's a hundred percent something you would say only thing I can hear is it's beer o'clock that's you the sweat the swaggering of the hips the like hips as shee it mentioned that's also something you would do there's a clip of you that's very of like well-rounded on the internet of you setting at the back of your set and then spreading your legs in and out while staring at the camera. So that actually never happened that I've seen it many times,

many times. Anytime you say something crazy on pop of meat, I get a thousand replies the next day. They're like, is this, this is your co-host. You're with this guy. You support this guy.

I can't confirm or deny. All I know is that I don't like Bill. Okay. That says a lot about you, I think. Okay. I looked over that I made the mistake too I looked over chat is seriously

like a fucking like a Japanese ghost or something I looked over the first thing I saw was fat cam you know what dude why the fuck do I subject myself to this shit I even said there and I said they were my pals what the fuck is up with this it doesn't matter

go ahead go ahead go ahead and keep reading uh someone keeps saying swig break that's something you said right no I'm pretty sure He jumps over the back of the couch and fishes a beer from the six-pack that's in front of us. Has that always been there? I only remember one and the phone rings. Since when have we had a landline? It's an old-fashioned sound, a mechanical, shrill ringing that goes and goes. I imagine some brittle

insect thrashing inside a plastic case. I'll get it. Bill shakes his head, grabs my shoulder, his grip is tight. I try to shrug him off. Hey, stop. You can interrupt. me. Looks dead into my eyes. The phone's still ringing. Can you not read it like that? Can you be perceptible? At least so the Discord picks it up. Okay, whatever. Bill? Please don't edge them. Okay. You know what, babe? Wherever you want. Sure. Why not? My head hurts, throbs against my skull. Am I hallucinating? Something about Bill, almost shocks me, such a departure from his previous cheery demeanor. He looks panicked, older somehow.

His teeth yellowed in the bags under his eyes or the color of a bruise. Okay, this is definitely me, actually. That's you. Yeah, no, two fucking Persian, two Persian bags under my eyes and just fucking absolute stained teeth. All right. Yeah, I'm Bill. Two Persian bags.

He speaks in a whisper now, his tongue wetting his lower lip. Just please don't answer the phone. Cut to hallway. Mark enters. I look at him. A thousand questions on my lips. He says nothing. He soaked through wet to the bone.

There's a gash on his forehead. It's pouring out there. He choose a nail, tries to walk past me. I can see the bulge of some implement inside his coat. He can smell petrol and smoke on his skin. He's breathing deeply, panting almost. he tries to walk past, he speaks. Have you been here the entire time?

I have no idea what he's talking about. Been where? Turns to look at me. Looks at me as if I'm someone else entirely. I'm sorry, I had no choice. When I turned to look, I can see that the hallway behind me, the one Mark is walking down, stretches as far as the eye can see. Pelagin lights flicker.

Mark turns around, offers the ghost of a smile. I try my best. possessing thing like someone else who's a part of the show I don't I I I don't know all I know is I know is I tried doing that was my legitimate earnest attempt at a Joey Wheeler kind of like uh accent and it was atrocious I'm going to try to really wrangle in Mark's voice more but that was that was horrible okay that to me it sounded like you were trying to do like a stereotypical like Ray Leota mobster accent okay well that's kind of That's kind of what it's, yeah.

It's not terrible then. Some people have said you sound like Yogi Bear. I also say a lot of requests for you to a fart into the microphone. So don't give it to them. This is what you want. Someone said Hunter is Moloch. That I agree with. I can get behind that.

That Hunter's a Mesopotamian. You know, man, we're fucking, hey, hey, we're reading a story. We're not, we're not conversing with chat right now. right there's moments for that right now we're locked the fuck in dude you're so new to this man i've had so much more experience now with this so usually my streams run a little more smooth i run a bit of a tighter ship but that's okay people just keep typing the word sniff as if they're like sniffing their speakers when you did that you all right well your audience you built them i'm just some guy that you imprisoned to be here to read stories for you i don't know

why by the thought you said impregnated at first and I was going to say don't don't give them that what are you even talking about don't don't give them that don't you know what's actually so fucked up no no no honestly don't say it out loud but I will say it out loud but I will say you would take the best paternity whatever photos like you in an autumn forest with a big bump you would it would look so natural it's not even I mean it would be unbelievable you know you know you know it makes me furious about this I'm not even looking at the chat, but out of my peripheral, when you start saying that, I can see it get

faster. I can see more people got something to say. And I know for a fact, I know for a fact, too, you got that fucking tan-ass skin and stuff, you would have that crazy at stretch marks that starts like right in the middle of your stomach and splits outwards that pregnant women get. You'd have one of those and you'd proudly, you'd proudly display for a hairy-ass fucking big belly sitting there holding it both hands. easy easy peasy

I don't appreciate a lot of the comments people are publicly making about me and my podcast co-hosts my business partner some of the things that are being said in chat right now regarding me being pregnant are just obscene oh I don't like okay all right all right okay

I want to keep reading the story cuts a coffee shop I don't remember how I got here one moment we were in my apartment and then the hallway and then the coffee cup is hot in my hand, a small heart in the froth. When I look up at the barista, an attractive mid-20s woman

bows her head and smiles, dazzling white, geometrically perfect teeth, like small square tiles on a bathroom floor, I think. Do I know her? Bill's speaking. And that's when I turned to her and I say,

Talk about having a turkey! Laughter. That's what laughter. Ha-ha. Ha-ha-ha. canned laughter again makes me flinch lean in look behind me no one's laughing here where's it coming from the woman next to bill looks familiar stacey i remember now a college friend who had a thing with bill until they broke up a few months ago still friends though stacey grins as well

i hope afterwards you made sure to flip her the bird laughter the hoots I'd like can you do the laughter effect for us that's good can you just do the laughter effect from now on yeah yeah i flinch again i can't see a studio audience anywhere but i imagine them faces pressed against the windows behind us leering at us from bathroom stalls and from under tables i watch stacey's hands pale small against her cup she takes her ride and takes two sugar cubes from a bowl in the center of the table dropping them into the murky brown liquid i could see how perfectly manicured her nails are and as i've studied them closer i noticed something there under the nail blood yeah blood and what seems to be dirt i didn't know dirt did stacey what's up with your nails were you cooking

that is kind of funny thing to say were you cooking it's like i you assume it's dirt what do you mean or were you cooking. Oh, well, you were digging the animals out of the ground, right? Also, too,

if you see, if you see bloody nails, how the fuck are you think that the brown thing under nails is dirt not poo? Am I wrong? Wouldn't you think that's just poo?

Why would you think that's dirt? I'm sorry. I just see. Will you read the Windigoon impreg fan fiction? Hunter, draw a Windigoon pregnant. You've started something.

And it's so, okay. Am I wrong, though? I mean, I know it's vulgar, and it's nasty, but if I saw, if I saw a perfectly manicured fingernails and I saw a little bit of blood underneath, I wouldn't assume that the brown substance underneath it is dirt. I'm sure it's not just the color brown. I'm sure it looks like smeared dirt or so.

You can tell the difference between dirt and poop. I don't know, depending on the kind of poo. I mean, I guess it's kind of overlaps, but I imagine it looks like, I think the implication is it looks like she's been digging. I know. Because she's been digging at something, a little scoenix. scratching sniff is what it is. Okay. I can't stand you with some of these alliterations you use for the grossest things.

Okay. Her face slips for a moment. At least, that's the only way I can describe it. Like her features all shut down and reboot. She turns to me. Oh. You'll be silly. I flinch.

When she says my name, it's censored with the same beep they used to censor explicit songs. I watch her lips, but nothing. My name? What's my name? Pause. She's hiding something. Don't be silly isn't a response. No, really, Stacey, that's not a response to my question. She takes a moment. Theatrically examines her nails, runs her tongue over her glossy teeth, takes another sugar cube from the bowl, examines it, drops it into her cup. There's something strange about it. The flat, square planes of the cube disappearing into the black liquid.

Stupid questions get stupid answers There's something in her voice Something's shaking Something broken and weeping and desperate But it's just beneath the surface Only appearing in tremors and ticks And should I try to scratch her Should I try to do her line again

Except more shaky I think what you were doing was good Where it's like stereotypical like Bimbo Valley Girl kind of Valley Girl But put a little Put a little like Twinge on it Yeah.

Yeah. David questions gets stupid answers. Somewhere between the two takes. See, now with the live audience, they get a C.S. workshop this. You don't like. We'll do this in episodes a lot where there will be a line. And I just saw, where's the windy tummy cam? I hate, I hate what you've done here.

I hate what you've established. Stupid questions. Stupid questions get stupid answers. That was good. That was it. That was it right there. That's it right there. That's it right there.

So we do this a lot where we'll workshop little like sentences and stuff. Be like, I'll put this inflection on it. Change that, change that. Now you all get to see it. But all they care about is, but can I have the hairy, windy tummy? Okay. There's something in her voice. Something's shaking.

Something broken and weeping and desperate, but it's just beneath the surface. Only appearing in tremors and ticks and she starts scratching her face. Stacy, what's going on? She looks panicked for a second, as if somewhere someone has said her name. Eyes wide, she leans forward, slams her forehead against the glass table in front of us once. The table shakes, coffee spills. The table is fractured, and there are small shards in her forehead. She pats at the rivulets of blood with the tips of her fingers,

then as if tasting a salad dressing licks them clean. Somewhere in the distance, phone rings. Bill's eyes go wide. He looks at me. Cut to laundry mat. What do you think? I think it's, so it depends on the nature of what this is. If this is like an alternate reality or just like some weird like purgatory or whatever,

I think it's, you know, the whole thing about like if you're in a coma, you know, you hear a voice or you pick up a phone and you hear like someone from the outside. I think it's something like that. Yeah. There's just, there's this movie that kind of harks on that idea that came out during the COVID era, like 2019, 2020 era called Come Trump. true. Really fun film, but it kind of has a similar vibe, very dreamlike kind of quality, which is, would kind of explain this weird, surreal dream that this person is in.

Even though, too, I can't tell is our protagonist, are they just like totally bought in that they're in this sitcom or are they still like, why the, what the fuck is this? Because the only thing that they've said so far. They still don't know what's going on. They understand it's a, they get that it's a sitcom because they're like it's Can's studio laughter. they can imagine it. So they understand the format,

but they don't know what's happening because he's like, how did I get here? Why is Bill? Does this person know me? Like he's still, he's trying to figure out the logistics of it. I also really like how when she said his name,

it was a bleep, like a censorship. It's like whatever has him in here, trying to indoctrinate him to be a part of this. Similarly, now Stacey and Bill probably are where you see their cracks for a second, but then they go back to the formula.

Losing their own identity. It would be fucking horrifying. Almost to the point where, there has not been the protagonist has not said their name once. So it's kind of fun. So far, I really like the setup where it's like, because he's acting completely reasonable,

being like, what's wrong with you? What are we doing? But it's in the backdrop of a sitcom, so it's so out of place. Or like that one where he says like, he says like, what's wrong with your nails and there's laughter.

He's like, that's not an answer. Quit. Like he's shaking it off almost to continue deliberating. So it's a fun setup. I like the premise a lot. Cut to Laundromat. I sit on a chair reading a magazine.

Since when do people read magazines or go to laundromats? Something hurts behind my eyes. Presses against the cornea and drapes itself over the front of my brain. Kathy has her hands on her hips, looking at me. As she talks, she stuffs the wedding dress after wedding dress into the open, crow mouth of the machine. Seems endless, as if the crow mouth leads to chrome guts, some great rusted interior, coiled steel intestines and whistling iron lungs.

And a throat that continues forever and ever. Iron lung, iron lung reference? Well, I don't know what to say. What? If you like her, you should just ask her out the old-fashioned way. She keeps putting wedding dresses in. And with each new dress, they become progressively more and more soiled, covered in dirt and blood and yellow stains I can't identify, and they just keep coming.

They keep coming. There's no end to them. Like some perverse marital magician, she just keeps pulling these wedding dresses out of a small plastic laundry box and now they're ripped, just a bundle of bloodstained threads, a handful of dust. I have expected her to pull a rabbit out of the open mouth of another machine, some half-dead gray thing, drowned and stomach filled with the suds and cheap detergent. I imagine her smoothing its wet, matted fur, patting at the clums of bubbles, the color of an oil slink. That's sweet. I don't know who you're talking about. I don't know how I got here.

My head hurts. I can taste blood. I think I'm going to be sick. I think I'm going to be sick if you keep running away from your problems. She seems perfect, made for you. I don't think I know you. I don't think I know anyone. I think my skin's too thin and it's stretched over the wrong bones and she looks at me.

Something passes over her face. puts it in shadow for a moment. like the reflection of clouds moving across the surface of a lake. It's always been like this. Always. I hit him with the applause effect again. Oh, good. I think that this is stellar so far.

I really like the thing. I think my skin's too thin and I think it's stretched over my bones. And then she's like, it's always been like this. And then it's like the studio, which is representative of the force that has some traffic there goes wild. Like, it's like they're still treating it like it's a. part of the sitcom or some big like revelatory moment or joke it's almost with the crowd goes while it's almost described like near the end of sitcom seasons where like the two characters finally kiss or something and you hear everyone cheer and applause um it's kind of like that

but it's like the stand-in is one character recognizing to another that they're trapped there that this is just how things are um that's pretty cool cut to uh cut to living room my head hurt spins a little. I'm set on a couch and I reach down, grip the edge of the cushion with both my hands and hold on tight, as if at any moment it might throw me off, as if it's the only connection I have to the real world. Foe leather bull. I imagine a large brass ring around the bridge of my nose. That's the thing about men, really. They want a certain version of you. And on a date, you get to choose which version that is. So you go get it, girl, dress to kill. That's when I see it. There, in the bathroom, a woman, visible from the living room through an open door, slumped against the wall, limbs splayed. Her necks red and the wall behind her is covered in thin arcs of blood, elegant splatters that make a pattern behind her.

Her throat's been slit, and one of her hands is missing a finger. Her blood's running over the floor in the space between the white, perfectly square tiles. My stomach turns. her eyes are so empty so glassy and vacant I can almost see the struggle the brutality of her last moments the short nasty violence had ended her life and that's what I said

if you're going to go wear this season's Prada then you might as well wear then uh fuck fuck and that's what I said if you're not going to wear this season's Prada then you might as well wear Nata There's a dead body in the bathroom

That's such a good That is such a good That is such a good Turn a beat for the story You might as well wear a There is a dead body in the bathroom There's a dead body in the bathroom I'm on baby duty now

So if you hear the baby scream or freak out or whatnot It's just it's part of the plan. So I love you. Oh God. PDA dude. Keep it out of the fucking stream, man. Yeah, everyone's saying baby Tonka. Yeah.

That's a great. Isn't that right, Tonka? I love that name. It is the baby on stream? No, no, no. We don't, I'm not going to put her on stream, but she's off. She's in a bassinet over here to the side. She's witness to the stream.

There goes. There goes the baby crying. I hear the baby doing, can I do an impression of your baby? Go ahead. So talk to me as if I'm your baby. Hi, baby. Is that what you say to your daughter? Oh, sweet.

Hello. Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. Is that? Gosh. That is that good. That is awful. Keep it going.

Give me another one, dude. Get another one. Just one. I don't want to. Just one more. Hello. How are you? I can't wait for you.

It's just clipping out on the microphone. I've got to be spooky. I've got to just bring up. I can't wait for the expose video in a year where it's like he would go on podcast in the Patreon server and he would pretend to be his co-host's newborn child. He would sit there and he would pretend to be a baby. And everyone in the chat would be urging him on with sexual euphemisms. And they're a spooky.

And they're the spooky daddy. Yeah. Yeah, one day. One day I'll, it'll happen. Okay. There's a dead body in the bathroom. Her skin is pallid, drained, and is taken on a waxy quality, a muted sheen. It's just your line, no rush. I might have lost him. It shows he's still on the Discord call.

Maybe he had to mute his mic for something. Get with it. Dating's hard work for women. You think I shop all the time? just to look good for me? I think someone's been murdered and their bodies in the bathroom and it's covered in blood. Aww. Hey, dating isn't easy for guys either.

There are three things I need to make a date worth it. Food, beer, and more beer. You are so, Bill. I can see through the open door to the bedroom, a room lit by a dim red light, red light, and there I can see a shadow moving, shifting, and seems to grow small and and sways as if dancing, as if, I think, someone is in that room, and they're moving their body to a rhythm we cannot hear, their skin shifting and riding up their leg like a dress and their mouth half open.

Blood begins to pull around the body's legs. I can see that the incision on her throat was wild, sloppy. From the bedroom, there's the sound of a muffled moan. I don't think we're alone. I think whoever murdered that girl is still here. And I want them to leave. I want them to leave. I want them to leave.

So this story's actually really well-paced. I like how the scenes go on and there's like a presence here. And now there's like this woman lying dead over there. I really think this is awesome. It's a shame the story is, you know, getting hindered with, you know, me being pregnant. And you talking like a baby and stuff like that. That is really rough. And I'll legitimately, I have fucked up this story.

I'm sorry. It is actually good. I'm not going to. I'll stop. Well, I don't think you should stop per se. I just more so want to outline that it's your fault. It is. I legitimately, I agree.

I fucked it up. Well, no, I think that this show, because if someone really wants to read the story directly, they can go read it. It's why we pointed it there. I think a lot of the appeal to this show is that we are going to ruin the story sometimes. and they're going to be for absurdist reasons um so i think that that's fine i mean i'm just sitting here pulling concrete out of my hand so have you showed your have you showed them your update oh yeah you guys haven't seen that episodes update it's looking better now i wrecked my dirt bike

and uh absolutely skinned my hands open like this hand was just like you could see the muscle striations there's blood everywhere yeah and in a couple of the last podcast recordings. I've had these really thick gods and bandages on him. So funny. Yeah, I have the video. So I have the video on the security cam of the house. God, it's so good. Your Hunter loved it. I don't really like that video. You guys are getting ready. You're getting ready to get a lot of Isaiah Media.

You haven't even seen his dentist photos yet. Wait, wait till you see his dentist photos. Oh my God. You'll see this. You'll see this this Sunday. I'm not even joking. It's, it is unbelievable. Unreal. Yeah. I actually, I have that photo right here. Do we want to give them a sneak peek?

You can give a sneak. I would love to see it again. It's unreal. First off, I just want to say, this is a dentist photo. It might be one of the most sexual photos I've ever seen in my life.

First off, look how tiny it is. Look how extremely tiny. Look at it. It looks like a donkey got Botox. It is unreal. Wow. It's it is criminal that they did this to you.

Also did they take this photo in a closet? Where the fuck did they take this photo? Oh, you're gonna be stealing. This is your dentist. You're gonna be still only taking these photos for research purposes. It looks like it looks like a Sabrina Carpenter album cover. One million percent. I'm a bad bitch.

When I showed him for the first time he was all, Oh my God. Legitimately in the episode, you'll see, you'll hear how genuine my reaction is. It is unbelievable. We'll also just zoom it out to its normal size, Isaiah. Don't. Someone said, can we put it on a t-shirt? I wanted to be the thumbnail.

I wanted to be the thumbnail of the episode. That's a white t-shirt with that in the center of it. That's its original size. There's a lot of stuff going on with this. there's a lot of stuff going on with this uh i think i lost connection for a second i should be back now yeah okay i think i'm back i'm back

is it out i were back now what were you saying there's a lot of stuff going on with what sure i don't see it's not i don't see it on live well give it a sec people are saying the lips are so powerful it crashed the stream there is there it is yeah uh one thing about this photo and we should get back to the story uh is the

uh what i don't understand about how many teeth are in the human mouth? Is it 20, 28? No, it's 32, I think. Also, people are immediately making it their profile pictures. It's really funny. The, uh, I've seen like five of a confines. I just want to say, I just want to say there are supposed to be 32 teeth in a mouth.

Zoom in on this. There is like, you're, I don't know why, but your teeth, it just doesn't feel like you have enough teeth in your mouth. It seems like they just cover far too much room. It looks, it seems like it seems like in Isaiah's mouth there might be 12, 12 to 16 teeth instead of the normal 32. At this site and rage, this photo. This fucking photo is just unbelievable. It is unbelievable to give this. Wait, hold on.

Send me, send me that. photo really quick. I have to do something. It's in your server. I have to do something because this is actually going to blow your fucking mind. One second. It's in the, it's like three messages back. Okay. I see it. I see it. I see it. One second. I this is going to you have. I'm going to send you something back and I want you to be sure and show this. The context for everyone is I got a new dentist lately and the new dentist was like okay we just need your records from the old dentist so the old dentist sends the records and the records quote unquote was a word document that had every like x-ray and every dental picture i had on one page like they had just copy pasted all of the

pictures onto one page so all of them were like super small and the new dentist was like yeah we can't use these but in the midst of all of the x-rays in the dead center of the Page was just this photograph that I guess they just held the camera up to my face and took a flash shot, I guess. Hold on a second. Hold on a second. Look at this.

Okay. I don't see anything yet. Hold on a second. Just give me. I'm sitting here. This is very quick. I'd want to do another pass. But we should unironically make this a phone.

no. Look at this. Okay. Where are you sitting in this? You're cracking up. You're dying over this. I'm sitting here. It's okay.

I wish I took more time. I need more time. It's not like you're dying. Just a little more time. Here, I said to your discord. There you go. I need more time. I was like, I'm wondering, this is exactly what it looks like outside of the photo.

This is exactly what, because I was like, I would kill to have the rest of his face to see what your face look like during the photo. Oh, God. Someone needs to put this on a shirt with a dog. This is just a smile dog is all it is. Well, let me look at a German shepherd. Let me get something real quick. I'm doing the Lord's work right now. Holy hell.

Can we do, can we, can we, can we do first that's just this on a white t-shirt? I don't see why not. You know what, man? Dude, this is what you need to tell people to. Chad, this is what you got to tell people. You'll be like, you'll say, people will be like, what makes, creepypossers aren't scared. you're like, oh, yeah, look at, look at this. And then just show them this.

Oh, okay. Are we? Smile, talk. It's so stupid. Spread the word. Spread the word. And then there's another one that's photo negative that's like the hidden picture they find.

As they edit, it's, okay, all right. Should we go back to the sitcom story now? Someone said, someone said, this is my first sona. This is my first one. Just a German shepherd with super realistic huge lips. Hold on a second.

I got one more. I got one more. Okay. All right. Chat's not getting bored so we can edit this down in the final cut. Yeah, this won't be in the... This is the... This is where it's...

Yeah, this is the good shit here. This is the good shit. Anytime... Anytime we record with the stream chat, it just becomes their show, which is fine for them. But like, the final recording is not going to be the cypherson. You gotta make this your profile picture on Twitter or on Instagram The number A bunch of people have now changed their picture to the one the drawing of me with the whole lips

Okay this is this is this is hunters newest work of art I like taking an actual image of me and then being like no This is what he looks like. It's my lips blown up like a thousand times. Oh, barely. Barely blown up. Okay. All right.

My lips are pretty big in that picture. I will admit. I love the idea that you're like, all right, just relax. This is what you do with your mouth. All right, just kind of give us a little smile. I like how you titled. I like how you titled at his lips not paid.

That sounds like The name of a creepypasta That is legitimately a creepypasta name His lips dot JPEG is such a God Is that? Here we go His lips on JPEG is so good God damn

Okay All right I want you to go look at Twitter now Is it up there? Just go look at my cow. Let me see. Yeah, it looks so good. It looks so good.

That's such a good profile picture. There you go. Yeah. It's the good stuff. Okay. There you. All right. Hallway.

All right. Yeah. Back to the story. Back to the story. Cut to hallway. Mark pushes past me towards the door. He has a coat on. Sorry.

Hold on, hold on. Hey, hey, sorry, didn't see you there. He looks out of the window. It's starting to rain. Where are you going? Nowhere important. Shifts on his feet. Looks side to side.

Don't worry about it. Catch a car. I'm driving a small car. A car that I recognize is mine. The wheel is cool in my hands and as the car. car banks left, someone in the passenger seat falls against me. The radio plays soft, calm newsreader's voice. It washes over me. Slowly, I tune into the individual words. I reach to turn it up. Thank you for joining us this evening. Reports of an arson attack are reaching us. And despite the heavy

rain, a whole family was burnt to a crisp. I witness say they could see members of the household trying to unlock the upstairs windows, but to no avail. Stacey, asleep in the passenger seat, shifts so that she's now leaning against the window. The rain licks at the glass behind her head. Windscreen wipers scrape a dull rhythm in front of me. There's a spade resting between her legs. She wakes up. Her eyes pinned open. Leans forward and wretches into the footwell. What? What? What now? You cannot show this one, though. Okay. I just sitting here doing this instead of participating in the story

I'm sorry I'm sorry this is this is actually the last one okay you're such a sick freak can I describe it I can describe it right it's it's the it's the picture

It's the picture from Nick Cato officado's only fans of his butthole. But he changed it to my lips. Can you just say that sentence? It's so caught off a god's bottle. My teeth just spared. You might as well show them when they paint for the fucking Patreon. I might, I don't think I can't. It's covered.

It's covered. There's nothing bad in it. Isn't that showing? someone's, you know, wouldn't be hypothetically get in trouble for that. I don't, but maybe. I guess it's a meme.

Yeah, I mean, there is nothing, actually. I'll show it here in the stream. Well, now, because you can kind of see, no, let's not. You can see some detail on the edges. The teeth aren't big enough. So we'll say no to that one. Yeah.

You can imagine. Yeah, you can imagine. Okay. All right. Can you read your line now? Yeah. Where am? Petrol burns. You've made my daughter cry. Petrol burns even when it rains and the flesh catches like kindling. They're coming.

We had a deal. They're coming for us. And oh God, when they find us, oh, God. She checks the rearview mirror. It's true. I can see a long road behind us. empty, except for a pair of headlights that are slowly gaining on us.

And I, for one, can't wait. We can't run forever. Oh, my God. Do you have any idea what they'll do when they catch us? Skin's only so thick. It's only so thick. Skin, there's that mention of skin again, about being tight. The headlights are getting closer. The beams illuminating the drink.

Can you just lock in for five minutes? You can't fucking just have your fault. There's a thing about the skin being tied. Yeah, because earlier, he said that it feels like my skin's thin, like he's getting stretched. And there she said, skin's only so thick, it's only so thick. Right. So, yes, I can't do that. The headlights are getting closer.

The beams illuminating the drops of rain like motes of dust in the sun. I can almost make out a figure behind the wheel. It looks half familiar. Slip out used like an old wedding dress stuffed in the attic. Slit wide open. Okay. Stacey starts to cry. Then as I try and fail to read what the sign we just passed reads, I hear it.

A shrill, mechanical ringing. I checked the rearview mirror, and there, on the back seat, is an old-fashioned black rotary phone. The receiver laid flat on top of the black casing, the strange numbered circle beneath. A dial. I believe it's called a dial. Stacey wretches again into the footwell.

Looks at me. Don. Cut to hotel. Don't you remember? I shake my head. I was just in the car with Stacy and there was someone behind us in a phone, phone on the back seat. Remember what? Think about it.

Don't you remember? The lobby hums with a quiet energy. I realize that I've been holding my breath. It's deserted. A huge empty space, like some giant underground cavern except with carpeted floors, floors, a ceiling that extends up seemingly forever. I can't hear anything. That dim, sterile hotel light, sickly, pale.

My mouth feels dry. I feel so small. Like when you finally make it out of the city and you realize that the horizon stretches on so much further than you thought that continues almost into infinity that you can watch it go. There's paper on the table in front of me. Empty, like an invitation. Griss crossed with pale gray lines.

I start walking away from the reception desk, through the lobby, and my feet don't make a sound against the floor, and it seems as if this room extends forever. No windows, same strange pattern on the carpet, circles in stars and numbers, peated until my eyes hurt. I'm dwarfed, infinitely small as the lobby stretches out, away from me, in all directions. It's so empty, and I can't help but fill if there was some,

someone else here, someone else treading the same pattern, it might not be so trying hard to remember. But I don't know what. And I could feel my face being pulled in all sorts of strange directions. And it's only then that I realize I'm crying. My cheeks are hot with tears and I'm breathing in short, frantic burst. Somewhere behind me, an elevator chimes. Doors slide open. I really, I love the way this thing's written with, you have these like, otherwise,

mundane moment settings of the hotel, the car, stuff like that, but you get these little clues in each steppiece of some history behind, like the reception is telling him, no, you have to remember, you have to remember. And then like the mentions of skin and stuff like that, like you get these little breadcrumbs. And then here, he's starting to see, he's starting to see something like through this haze he's in. It's almost like I said earlier. He's in a coma and he's able to look out of it. Like the infinite hallway and the infinite lobby of the hotels, he's starting to realize the illusion. Yeah.

It's like a personalized hell, pretty much. Yeah, yeah. Cut to nightclub. Bill slouches against the wall in an alley, lit by red neon from behind, the dirty orange of street lights from the front. He's smoking. Black eye, front tooth missing. Shirts brown with blood.

I think he's waiting for someone. I need to tell you something. You need to know this. It's important. I raise an eyebrow. What? When they come, you mustn't listen. They don't know all of it.

The whole story. Right? He wipes his face. That's right. They don't know the whole story. He holds out the palm of his hand and in the center is a small hole, ragged at the edges, wet, red. Slowly, he raises it to his face till I can see his eye through it. It started to rain.

I can see you. Then quiet. So quiet, I almost can't hear. A stage whisper. I wouldn't hurt myself. I can't sleep at night. I stay awake and I look at the ceiling and I dream of hurting myself. It makes me feel sick and excited.

Like six. Someone walks past and Bill flinches. A woman in a tight black t-shirt. Can't see her face but she seems familiar. I've seen her somewhere before. There's some sort of design on the back of her shirt, screen printed in red, and a screened printed in red, a pinagram, each point of the star numbered, and the star contained within a circle of its own, a numbered circle.

When she's gone, it's quiet again. Bill drinks from a hip flask, his hands shaking. I can hear footsteps behind me. They're here. Okay, man, this is so cool. So Bill, like, is also in the delugees. He's like, they don't know the whole story. He's putting on a character for the show.

He's putting on a character for the show. And then by putting up the napkin and looking at it. at him through the hole, it's like breaking the fourth wall. It's like he's hiding his face so that he can speak honestly for a moment. And then when someone walks by, immediately, he goes away.

That's so fun. And then like the woman goes by wearing the pinagram with the numbers on it, almost like it's a spell or rituals. Maybe this is demonic or satanic or like pagan or whatever, which would make sense with the alliteration to red from earlier, like the red room at the end of the hall and then her like the woman being bled out, perhaps

it's some kind of ritual that's being performed. Right. Yeah, that's so cool. Cut to restaurant. I'm sitting opposite the girl from the coffee shop. She's so pretty, I think. She smiles again. A mouthful of sugar cubes.

She says her name is Ida. This place is so nice. I don't know where I am. I don't know how I got here. I think something very, very bad is happening. You do anything for me, wouldn't you? I don't know. you. I don't know who I am or how I got here.

Aww. I look around the restaurant. It's empty. I love the sitcom audience being a part of it too. Between the laughter and then like the awe when he says he doesn't know how he got here. It reminds me, you know that, you know that short film that made a lot of rounds. I think it was at cons a few years back, but the one about the girl who's trapped in the Red Lobster commercial. Yeah. Yeah. So, and like everyone was super high because it was now for a while. It kind of reminds me of that where each time the commercial goes by, she's like asking more questions.

And then I think it's one of the other guys in the commercials like don't speak, don't notice it. And then there's like an entity that's controlling the whole thing. It reminds me of that a lot. Man, this shit, like the descriptions here translate so well visually. I look around the restaurant. It's empty. We're alone. The other tables are set.

Cutlery plates, napkins folded. wine glasses catching the light. But it's just us. I think maybe if I strain, I can hear the quiet murmur of conversation, like the hum of a fridge in the background. It only surfaces if I really think about it, if I really concentrate.

I know you. I know who you are and how you got here. I take another look around the restaurant, praying that someone else will walk in, a waitress or waiter, holding a menu or a bottle of wine, But it's just us. Circular tables evenly spaced around us in every direction.

The same tablecloth on each one. The same chairs. Stretching, I realize now, as far as the eye can see. I cannot see where the tables end and, for a moment, I have a feeling like vertigo. Like I'm standing at the edge of something vast and dangerous, a pine forest that stretches itself over the horizon, a swollen sea that laps hungrily. at the boat. Promise, potential, something out there moving in the spaces you cannot see. It's overwhelming. My head spins. The pattern on the floor looks familiar, I think.

The tables go on and on until the eye cannot distinguish between them anymore, and they're just a blur, pattern of their own imprinted on the edge of my vision. I picture myself for a moment wandering between these tables for an eternity, searching for someone, anyone, I don't know what could be more terrifying. Realization I am alone or the realization that I am not. A quiet cough. I turn back to Ida.

She's holding a black rotary phone. Holding the base in her left hand, the receiver in her right. She extends her right hand towards me, so that's in front of my face. she smiles her did paper it's for you

black their applause cheers silence dead air static hmm a quiet air sound effect oh there you and then silence dead air static wow that was cool

I really enjoyed that one hmm what a weird way do you think by answering it do you think it seals their fate or do you think that you have to connect like I'm wondering what do you think is on the phone so what I've

to me this sounds like the way the receptionist was saying you have to remember hold I was like she said don't you remember remember what and she says don't you remember and then the lobby homes with energy it's asserted quiet but all the things we see

around because he doesn't remember how he got here but all the things we see around it are very brutal right like the red rooms the woman bleeding. It's not just like a coma dream. It's like there's some entity here with them.

And the woman in the pinagram with the numbers on it. So typically when you number a pinagram, it's like the order to draw it, right? Like where the stuff goes, like a ritualistic pinagram. So perhaps he did a ritual or perhaps he tried to invoke something for some reason. So it's like maybe he performed a ritual to get something and then got more than he bargained for. And instead of this creature giving him what he wants, or like this demon or whatever, given him what it wants, it's kind of trapped him in this purgatory or this like... Yeah, I like the idea of it being that we are seeing the aftermath of the repercussion of something that we don't know,

you know, some kind of bargain. I think it's interesting. It was good, man. I do think it was a fun one. I think, uh, I like, I like Max's stuff a lot. Yeah, this guy, like over here, this guy does. a great job of like taking the other two stories we read of taking these concepts that seem kind of basic on surface level like creepy kids and a you know creepy mansion or like

well also just rituals are so much with them rituals are so much like rituals all that kind of stuff unknown kind of rituals and i like that he just drops you in the center of it and it's just like This is just what it is, you know, have fun. I think it's cool. And if you think the idea of a couple of horror podcasters being terrified in front of their audience is something cool, then boy, do I have the movie for you. Because I'm very proud to announce

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Hopefully you guys check out Undertone while it's in theaters, and we are now back to the episode. I think I really like, so going off that implication, I think the person on the other end of the phone is either someone who is still, who wasn't taken to this place, like everyone else was. I also like the idea that everyone else who is in here had the same fate, right?

Like maybe that similar, you know, it actually reminds me of Hellraiser. Like in Hellraiser, they all get the box and they perform the spell to bring the Cenobites and then they're all in that dimension with the Cenobites and can interact with each other there, even though they're from different times. So maybe like Bill's been here for a long time.

He was some occultist or something like that. And he's like real gung-ho type of guy until he speaks truthfully for a moment he's like i want to hurt myself i can't sleep at night i stay awake i look at the ceiling i dream of hurting myself makes me feel oh actually you know what what this could be people here who have hurt themselves like a feed the pig kind of mean like feed like feed the pig yeah could be that those who take their own life end up here because you also have the woman who had the blood and dirt in her fingernails, right? Which that could just be digging,

or that could have been she was doing a ritual or she did something to hurt herself. And you have the woman in the bathroom who's bled out with her throat cut open, right? Maybe that's what he can't remember. And then you have these people speak honestly of themselves for a second. And then what was that line she said in the car

where she says, you have the person on the radio talking about a family that's burning up in a house. which felt very reminiscent of Silent Hills in the PT demo where you're walking through and you hear the guy on the radio talking about a family annihilator. Do you have any idea when they catch us? The skin's only so thick, it's only so thick.

It's almost like they're running out. Maybe that's what was implied by the dirt and the blood underneath the fingernails that they're deteriorating as they go through this. And they're trying to run for something they're going to be caught. The radio wants him to answer the phone, but Stacey says it's a bad idea for him to answer the phone.

And then there was at the end of the restaurant, Ida says this place is so nice. And Ida says you do anything for me, wouldn't you? And he says, I don't know you. And then I just says, I know you. I know who you are and how you got here. My head spins. And then at the end, she hands. Okay, so the people in the car, Bill and Stacey didn't want him to answer the phone.

But this Ida character and also the voice on the radio wants him to answer the phone. So they're probably the powers at hand. So there in the end, when she says, I know how you got here. And he imagines for a second, infinitely wandering through this restaurant. And then she hands him the phone and says, it's for you.

I think she's probably one of the spirits that's a part of this. Or the thing that was his target originally, maybe Ida's his dead wife. Or maybe it's something he lost on, or like some love he wanted to use a sacrifice or a spell to get to. So now, even though he doesn't remember her, this is the object of his affection. That would also make sense

because she's the only one in the story described as beautiful back in the coffee shop, right? So it's like she's being subtly planted there for him to see. And then at the end when she says, it's for you, perhaps this is either him facing the repercussions of what he's done or going to the afterlife, because the alternative

to answering the phone is the vision he saw of infinitely walking through the restaurant. Whatever's on the other end of the phone, it can't be worse than that. So yeah, perhaps this is people that hurt themselves or perhaps this is people that have committed a ritual or both and now they're stuck here and now they have to play the part until they move on and I think a lot of people can't move on like Bill like Stacey and stuff like that but Ida is giving him the option to do so that is so much

lore packed into like a fun format short little horror story like this I love that that's what we'd liked about Max's other stories though too is the way that you're able to run wild kind of with ideas and thoughts just based off how he just throws you in rat king was a great which is a story growing up this weekend guys rat king was an excellent example of that where like there's so many theories you could come up with off of like a 20 minute little story because he does such a great job at springfield the world building the dialogue was great too like the little moments of break yeah when i when we weren't when we weren't joking and stuff in between all this stuff this is one that i would recommend that like read it without uh two obnoxious

host just like giggling and shitting their pants the entire time uh i think you be good but i'm glad we're reading more of max the stuff i'm glad to i'd love to see some support for so he he posted a ton of stories and then six years ago he posted like a compilation or like a a master post of a bunch of the stories he has to read and we read three so far and they've all been phenomenal but i would like to see him come back i'd like to see this guy

write more stuff yeah oh oh there's activity on the board now oh this isn't sorry this is an r slash max boyniz not yeah he has his own subreddit not the user max voinich that's right my bed uh yeah the user max voynitch hasn't posted in six years i don't believe so uh i would like to see him come back because he's a great writer but yeah that was the story that was pretty cool yeah sick man well i think this is where we'll end our live today sorry we didn't uh schedule this if also too once this live goes uh once this live is done it'll take a second for it to process on patreon that's why it's just not immediately live after we're done.

But I'm sure we'll post this one live and just have it up for you guys to listen to or we'll just wait for it to be edited. No big deal. It was just a little on the whim kind of live stream. So we will see you guys soon. Thank you guys so much for listening to this week's episode. We will catch you in the next one.

See you guys in the next one. I had a point to make at the end of this. I can't remember what it is now. So I guess it doesn't matter. Hunter. is absolutely impossible to work with, and one day when I finally do it,

he will be responsible.