Welcome to Night Vale - 149 - The General

Episode Date: June 1, 2019

The General returns home from the Blood Space War. The voice of Carlos is Dylan Marron. Weather: “Sad But Not Depressed” from the podcast It Makes a Sound https://nightvale.bandcamp.com/album/wim-faros-the-attic-tape We’re taking A Spy in the Desert to more cities across the US and Canada this fall! Tickets on sale now. More info and full list of cities: http://www.welcometonightvale.com/live/ Our new script books, The Buying of Lot 37 and Who’s A Good Boy?, are on sale now. Order online or head to a local bookstore to get your copies: http://www.welcometonightvale.com/books/ Music: Disparition http://disparition.info Logo: Rob Wilson http://robwilsonwork.com Written by Joseph Fink & Jeffrey Cranor. Narrated by Cecil Baldwin.  http://welcometonightvale.com Follow us on Twitter @NightValeRadio or Facebook. Produced by Night Vale Presents.  http://nightvalepresents.com Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Howdy y'all. It is Jeffrey Craneer. I'm not sure which episode of Welcome to Nightville you're listening to, but I am speaking to you from April of 2026. And I'm here to tell you we're going to be in Europe. If you want to see Nightville live and you're going to be in Europe, come check us out at the end of May. We're going to be in Edinburgh on May the 27th. We will be in Manchester on the 28th, London on the 29th, and Amsterdam on May the 30th. Just go to Welcome to Nightville.com slash live to see the show dates and to get your tickets. This is. our newest Nightville live show Murder Night in Blood Forest. It is so much fun. Please come check it out. Also, coming up this month here in April, it is the return of Alice Isn't Dead, brand new episodes of our other crazy hit podcast. This is written by Joseph Fink, produced and with music by disparition and starring Jacique and Nicole. So make sure you are still subscribed to Alice Isn't Dead and go get those on April the 13th as new episodes come out. Finally, speaking of other shows, Do you want to hear us talk about other things? We have three other really great chat shows.

First of all, there's Good Morning Nightvale for all of your Nightvale needs. You can hear Hal, Meg, and Symphony talk about every single episode in order of Welcome to Nightvale. Also, we have Random Horror Number Nine. That is me and Nightville star Cecil Baldwin talking about horror movies one at a time in a random order. And then Joseph and Meg do best worst, which is a really fun podcast where they look at hit TV shows and they review the best rated on a IMDB, the worst rated on IMDB, and if you're a Patreon member, they will review the middlest rated on IMDB. So check out all of those at Nightvillepresents.com or just wherever you get your podcast. And hey, thanks. If you can dream it, you can wake up in a cold sweat

screaming about it. Welcome to Nightvale. Nightvale, today is the birthday of Leonard Burton. Many of you are too young to remember Leonard. He was my mentor. My friend. My friend. friend and my predecessor at this radio station. I watched him die nearly 40 years ago, right outside this very radio station on Mesa Boulevard, when a cargo truck ran him over. The sight was grisly and upsetting, but it is that sound, that horrible snap! I will never forget. Dozens of witnesses gathered around to help, but it was too late.

I crouched over Leonard's body, lying to him that he would be okay, attempting to coax him from some hint of life. But there was no final word to hear, not even a final breath. I noted there were tears on his cheeks as a host of angels behind me moaned softly while touching fingers above a flaming trash can. Leonard was a dutiful journalist, a true servant. of his town. He loved Boston cream pies and paintings of snakes. If he had lived, he would have been 117 years young today. Listeners, thank you for all your kind emails. A few weeks ago, I was a tad too revealing about my personal life, and I mentioned in passing that I am a perennial Bachelor. It's true. I've never had a long-term serious relationship, but honestly, it's fine.

I get out. I see people. You do not need to try to set me up on blind dates with friends, relatives, ancestral ghosts. Thank you. I'm doing okay. In fact, I had a date recently. His name is Carlos. He says he's a scientist. Well, we have all been scientists. at one point or another in our lives. He has perfect hair, a perfect lab coat, and teeth like a military cemetery. The date started well. We went to dinner at Big Rico's Pizza.

He had originally suggested Gino's Italian dining experience and bar and grill, the fanciest restaurant in town, but since it was a first date, I suggested something more casual. And that was when, Things started to go wrong. Before we had even placed our orders, Carlos already seemed disappointed, which in turn disappointed me. Then there was dinner.

I was trying to tell Carlos about my job here at the station, about my family and interests. And he was like, I know, I know Cecil were in love. You and I are in love. You just don't remember it. And I told him, you're cute, but this is our first date. So let's take it slow. And then he looked sad. And I quickly finished my pizza.

And we left. An update on the Blood Space War. A few weeks ago, the Polonian forces who oppose us seemed all but defeated. Their remaining ships cornered on a tiny moon in the far reaches of the crab nebula. yet our attempts to finally destroy the enemy failed, and the Polonians escaped and regrouped. We're getting word that the general has agreed to step down from her post, and new leadership will replace her.

Some of you may remember the story of Unomia, the teenager who left our earth 200 years ago to join in the Blood Space War. She was a dreamer, a scientist, who was recruited for her sharp mind and later groomed as a master strategist for the Wolfgang, our allies in this unending war. The Wolfgang were able to use wormholes to travel great distances in mere moments,

and Unomia eventually discovered they could use these same portals to travel in time. After a brutal loss in the Battle of Gamma Draconus, Unomia, then a captain, ordered her decimated platoon back in time to the beginning of the battle. With a greater understanding of their initial failures, she was able to better fight the battle again. Still, she lost, only to return back through time to re-engage with the enemy over and over again. She re-fought the battle until she won.

Dozens of battles like this one led to her promotion to General of the Earth Wolfgang Alliance. But after our most recent failure in the Crab Nebula, there is concern that she has lost her effectiveness. An emissary from the Blood Space War has returned to Night Vale. They are wading through town in their oversized spacesuit, no doubt here to deliver us more terrible news from the front. Perhaps there will be no peace in our lifetimes. More on the story as it develops. Our town is returning to normal, or so I have been told. Community College student and Blood Space War protest organizer Basima Bishara said her mother exists once again.

Basima claims that a few weeks ago her mother suddenly did not exist, thus making Bacema not exist, but as of this week, they do exist. A Bacima blames the time-traveling actions of our general for changing the landscape of every one. one's existence. I can't wrap my head around this listeners. I do not remember Basima ever not existing or that she was gone and returned. So it's hard for me to believe this story. I took inventory of my own life and everything is as it always has been for me. I work at a radio station.

I own a 14th speed bike. I have a one-bedroom apartment with a soaking tub, walk-in closet, carpet shredder, knife compiler, and a full-length mirror in the hallway. It's an antique my mother handed down to me. She knows I love mirrors. I don't have any siblings, but my mother is alive, and I talk to her regularly. We get along great. I called her to make sure everything is as she always remembered it. And she said, what? I don't know.

Yeah, sure, what a dumb question. She's always been witty like that. All is stasis. Nothing has been taken from my life. The Intergalactic Military Headquarters reported all-time high profits this month. They have built a stealth bomber, entirely out of rare 1913 Liberty Head Nichols, each valued at around $5 million. Senior Strategic Advisor Jameson Archibald admitted their financial success was not attributable to the new smartphone app he developed.

No, Archibald said, sitting astride a white tiger. That app was super glitchy, but my dad's crazy rich, and knows a bunch of people in the Pentagon, so we're good. Archibald then took a massive hit off a vape pen. This is my new thing, Archibald said. Steam pens. No nicotine, no T.HC, only pure water vapor. Did you know water is good for you?

Like, it gives you life, man. If we're going to vape anything, we should be vaping vapor. What if that's what vape means? Vapor. If it doesn't, it should. This has been your financial report. Sad news, Night Vale. John Peters, you know, the farmer, reported that his brother James is returning to service in the Blood Space War.

James has been promoted to General to replace the retiring Unomia. Dang, Jim's such a good brother. John said from the middle of his field of Invisible Corn, I really like having him home. I'm going to miss him. But I guess the universe needs him more than I do. John then uprooted an invisible cornstalk and hugged it tightly while humming the classic church hymn party in the USA. Okay, this is getting annoying. So the guy I was telling you about earlier, Carlos, he's been texting me this whole show saying he wants to see me again.

Let's see. Something, something, my timeline is still wrong. I should have a sister named Abby. Here's a photo of her with some kid. My mother died. I'm supposedly afraid of mirrors. And he and I are actually married. This is ridiculous.

Okay. Now he's texting me a picture of a dog. Our little puppy, Obregene, it says. In the picture, Carlos is holding the dog. I, it's weird. I just had a strange feeling. What's that term?

Jamie Vu, I think, where you remember something that never happened. Outside my window, I see the emissary. Their oblong mirrored face pressed against the glass. Each hand raised to their head to block out glare from the sun. I'm waving to the emissary now. Hello, emissary, I said just now. What is the French term for remembering something you've never actually experienced? I said even louder wondering if the emissary can hear me through the window and that thick helmet.

Also, is Oberjean a good name for a dog? I think it is. I called once more just to start a decent conversation because I was getting creeped out by the sight of a silent astronaut peering at me through my window. I can see myself in the reflective face. I like this. Please go. Please leave. I cannot. I'm covering this window with a sheet.

I do not like this mirror. I don't like one bit. No. Let's go to the weather. Would my imagination played. My own forest description. About the emissary, it must tell you that Carlos called me.

Here's his voicemail. Cecil, I'm calling for personal reasons. I'm calling to tell you that I love you. that I have loved you almost since the first day I met you nearly seven years ago. I didn't know anyone in Nightvail when you were the first person to take any interest in my studies. It's not easy feeling alone, but within a year I wasn't, because I was with you. And now we are married. Well, at least in my timeline, we're married.

we have been married and we have a beautiful puppy named Oberjean, a house, a relationship. You have a sister and, you know, you have a brother-in-law too and and a niece who is a

talented athlete and enormously just a kind young woman. And we have... Oh, you're going to play this on air, aren't you? No, of course you are. Well, never mind. Anyway, Somehow, you don't know any of this?

I've been working nights and days trying to repair this break in continuity, and I haven't slept much because I can't sleep until we're back in the same timeline. But I can't find anything that will fix this. I don't know what else to do other than to just say, trust me. I will start over, I will go to Rikos on another first date. I will pretend to hear about your life for the first time. I will tell you about mine for the thousandth time. It won't be the same for me, but it will still be you.

And that's all that matters. You. You're the one. Oh, God, this must sound crazy. You barely know me. And I'm coming off as desperate, but it's because I am. Please call me. And I did.

Call him back. and I said, I love you too. Babe, I love your beard. I love our dog. I love our life together. Minutes before that, I did not feel that way. I did not know about my life with Carlos

because it had never happened in my history. It was in those minutes, though, that the emissary, spoke to me. The emissary entered my studio and removed her helmet. And underneath was the face of an old woman.

It was the face of Unomia, the young girl who disappeared from Nightvale on her 17th birthday 200 years ago. Unomia told me she had resigned her post as general. She was the most successful leader in the Blood Space War. but tampering with timelines had caused life in the universe to nearly cease to exist.

You know Mia knew she would have to undo what she had undone so many times over, even though it would put peace out of her reach. She's doing that. She is taking responsibility by visiting every single person affected by her actions. She's telling them what she has taken from them, and what she will now give back. It will take her a long, long time to do this. It will take her the rest of her life.

In my case, she told me I had a sister, Abby, a brother-in-law, Steve, a niece, Janice. I did not know those names. She told me about my husband, Carlos. I knew that name. but did not feel love for it. She took my hand and told me to look at the moon. There was a thick wedge missing from it. I never noticed that the moon was broken.

You know Mia said, I will leave now, and I will undo what has been done, and your life will return to how it was. I asked, but I have a life now. And she said, but what of the lives of others? You are all connected. If I do not fix yours, how many others will never have back what the war has taken? And what about you? I said, will you return to your teenage life on the farm?

No, she said, I cannot go back to that age, but I will go back. back to that time and place. I only wish to see my family one more time. And what about the war? I said. Always be a war. Because there will always be a lust for a war. I am sorry, Cecil. I have to go.

She pointed to the moon once again, and it was whole. Unbroken. I tried to squeeze her hand. It was only me in the studio. On a late summer afternoon, in 1816, an astronaut appeared in the center of Nightvale. 96 years later, a dog park would be established on that exact spot. The astronaut walked silently through the dusty streets, bow-legged and slow. The emissary walked toward the...

outskirts of town. It took hours and nearly the entire city followed her. Past a lot that would eventually belong to old woman Josie. Past the homestead of Eugene Leroy until she reached the Peters Farm and there she stopped. There was a greenish aura about the astronaut as she turned to face the gathered mob. The astronaut put her gloved hands to her neck and unlatched the helmet. It was loud hiss and a pop, and she lifted the mask. Tentatively, as the helmet came fully off. Downsfolk cried out.

The face of the visitor was nearly skeletal, a rotted corpse, long white hair peeling down the back of the skull, an incomplete set of elongated teeth visible with no lips to hide them. startled eyes, ever staring with no lids to express anything else, and what was left of the skin had shriveled and yellowed. The crowd had begun to step backward, but one woman stepped forward, a tired and pale woman. The woman whose farm it was approached the decomposing astronaut and said, Unomia? The general opened her mouth slowly and spoke in a hoarse call. Mother.

Unomia's young mother touched her elderly daughter's face. Theonomia broke and the empty space suit collapsed to the ground, leaving behind the faint shape of the woman's dissipating daughter. In a cornfield on the outskirts of town, The general's ashes scattered across a golden lake of ripened corn. In the very place where her military successor, James Peters, you know, the general, would be born 150 years later. The memories of what, you know Mia said to me, the memories of my life without my family, are fading quickly. Night Vale returns to normal.

Whatever that means. I told Carlos I was so sorry for causing him such pain. I cannot ever know how difficult that must have been. He only tilted his head and said, already forgotten. I wasn't sure if he was being literal. Stay tuned next for the unceremonial. continuation of all that is real. Good night. Night Vale. Good night. Welcome to Nightvale as the production of Nightvale Presents. This episode was written by Joseph Fink and Jeffrey

Kraner and produced by Disparition. The voice of Night Vale is Cecil Baldwin. The voice of of Carlos was Dylan Marin. Original music by Disparition. All of it can be found at disparition. info or at disparition. Bancamp.com. This episode's weather is sad but not depressed. From the musical fiction podcast, it makes a sound. Hear the whole soundtrack at nightvail.bancamp.com. And go to nightvalepresents.com for more information on the podcast, which is a beautiful

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