Worlds Beyond Number - Fiasco! (Part Two)

Episode Date: November 25, 2025

Our fiasco continues—Italian style! Can the Holy Trinity escape Heaven in time for the wedding? How are they possibly paying for all those chicken taters? And will a tiny pistachio man derail everything? One thing’s for sure: sometimes all you need for nuptial dreams to come true are your lungs, your heart, and a mostly-intact spinal cord.This is Fiasco! — our first video podcast and a GM-less free-for-all. Join us as we plan a wedding, face sworn enemies, and fully embrace chaos.Watch the video on YouTube or wherever you watch video podcasts. We are:Brennan Lee Mulligan as Barck HarmblinbLou Wilson as Leaf HarmblinbErika Ishii as Frances McDormandAabria Iyengar as Purell Fitzgerald With sound design from Marty ScanlonEdited by Zach DelauneCo-produced by Laservision ProductionsFiasco is brought to you by Bully Pulpit Games. We are playing the Dragon Slayers playset written by Logan Bonner SPECIAL THANKS TO: Shannon, Melanie Bowman, and Amanda Freberg Transcript of this episode coming soon!

You can get fancy names. I've got these references. But the only brew for the brave and true is brood at the green dragon. Hi, and welcome back to Worlds Beyond Numble Fiasco. My name is Erica Ishii and I'm supposed to be doing this intro. Hi, I'm Brennan Lee Mulligan. I'm Funny. I'm Lou Wilson.

I'm not doing this bit. That's exactly what Abrano would say. I'm not doing this bit. Hi everybody, I'm Erica Ishii, and welcome back to the second half. Back to the second half of Worlds Beyond Numbers fiasco game. Brought to you with stunning visuals. If you'll remember last time our adventuring party was on their way up to heaven. I am playing a disgruntled elf named Francis Macudorma,

who is at this moment a daughter in the Trinity, in the Unholy Trinity ruling hell. Abria, why don't you reintroduce your character? Well, hi, that's not her voice. Oh, boy. I'm pure- Yeah, oh, yeah. We got it. We found it. There we go.

Fargo. We did it. Fargo. I'm Pirel. I'm the mother in our unholy Trinity and my ex-husband Dave's in hell as my eyes look ever skyward to heaven. I'm bark harblin. I'm a dwarven man who's about to be married in a May December relationship where we use to teach adventuring, but I'm also a warlock of the guy who used to be the devil,

but now he's not the devil anymore. Now he's just a man who can't stop looking like a boulder, and my enemy, Dave, and me fought inside of a fish inside of another fish, even though Dave was in the fish that got eaten, and I got eaten by two fishes in a row. I'm his wife, Leif Harbland. I am one-third of the Trinity that is the the devil. I am desperately seeking to take my husband back from Heaven Incorporated, where he has been taken. I also will at times play Dave, a man who wants to kill Barcarmline for undisclosed reasons,

who also made a pact with the devil and is Purell's ex-husband. Yeah. Oh, that's right. I also had a pact with I also tried to. I sold my soul to the devil to save my ex-wife before she died. And I think I sold my soul to the devil after hearing about the devil or hearing about Jesus at my wedding where Leif Harblin, the other character I play with this voice, had her father die and then refuse her love as he was sucked up in heaven. I also play the guy who used to be the devil, Jesus Christ, and your dad, Howard. Yes, you did.

And let's be clear, Jesus Christ is sort of actively trafficking a dead dwarf into heaven, right? He has rocket boots. He has rocket boots. And hard, fast love. After a very normal act one, our players have drawn several cards to help move our story forward for better or worse.

Before, act two. Let's review those now. That's right. Good tilt. Paranoia. Two people cross paths and everything changes. What does that mean?

We play to find out. Bad tilt. Mayhem. A dangerous animal is on the loose. What? I have an old ally polymorphed into a toad with whom I have a sentimental connection that we have yet to speak to.

The disgruntled elves have a mighty need to be heroes by defending the little guy. We have a location also from the past, a cave holding hidden treasure if you still have the map. Ooh. Oh. Cave holding hidden treasure

if you still have the map. So it's like if we lose the map, the treasure vanishes from the cave. I guess. Sick, Shredinger's cave. All right. I love that. Oh, and of course, this all is under the gun because a story needs stakes. And I'm looking at the wrong camera.

And the stakes are that the wedding is happening at the next full moon, which is tomorrow. Oh, that's close. We had discussed that previously. No, we did. It was a month away. Now. Well, next full moon means as much as a month away. Okay.

Well, there's, I think... I mean, hold, no, no, no. Like, cut in where we say we've got a month. Or our wedding, which is at the next full moon. Less than a month until the big day that you've been waiting. It's happening at the next full moon. That means we got less than 30 days to plan this dang or this dang wedding. Because we said it a couple times.

Unless it's a blue moon, in which case it happens twice in a month. I do think we had a month. But we're dealing with hell in heaven time. You're right. Which move very differently. And we'll cover this in-world, in canon, very soon. We'll release a huge map of just all the lore you need to keep up with. This takes place in the same world as Interstellar.

Yeah. Watch it. Watch it. Watch it. Me watch it? Yes, you watch it, yeah. Oh, because Interstellar was really good. Love is the only observable force in the universe that we have.

The only one. no explanation for. Everyone's got to watch it right now. That lady was so creased that her dad went to save the planet. I'm about to go sicko mode. Erica, wrap up this fucking intro and start the fucking game. All this and more on our game of Fiasco. I think under the lava skies of hell and the blood clouds as they rain down, I think Leif takes a moment here at the Central Park Ice Rewrower.

Frank, having watched her betrothed, who is 300 years older than her, be sucked up into Heaven, Incorporated, desperately wondering how she's going to get him back. Remembers an old friend, an old ally, polymorphed into a toad who might still be in hell and is going to move in the direction of where she believes he is. Ribbit. Ribbit. Is that you? Oh, old out.

Fred? We're by the Bethesda Poundin, by the way. Which is a devil going there. There's a stream of, there's a stream coming from the devil going, his mouth. and underneath the, and underneath in the splash zone of that devil's bled-la-la-da-da-da-water is sitting a little toad. A dingo comes out of nowhere and kills Fred. Okay.

This is a dangerous animal gets loose? Wish to be alive. A third of Fred's body comes back. Which third? The one with the mouth. Long, spine, heart's all you need. Yeah, exactly. I'll take the important...

Truly the bare essentials for an existing being appears in Leaf's hand as the wild dingo thrashes with Fred's former body. I'm in so much pain. I understand that, Fred. I understand. Fred, it's so good to see you. You need something leave? I do.

Your old ally, bark, is in heaven. And so I'm going to keep you in this kind of... I understand you're in deep pain. I'm nothing but a nervous system. Brother, I get it, I get it, and you are loud right now. But you got to understand, I need to get my husband back before our wedding, wedding and given the nature of how time works in hell and heaven versus on earth, I think my time is short. Leaf, every time you try to approach the dingo holding Fred in his mouth,

he kind of does the fore, like the pause forward and wants to play, but we'll not let you get Fred. Jesus. All right. Do you have the toss Fred? Okay. Fred, go on. I toss Fred. The dingo goes and gets Fred. Shakes it and length of it. Fred, I get it. I get it. Alright, you were, hey, you were Bark's ally, not mine. You just got to give me the data I need. How do I get into Heaven Incorporated and get my old husband back? Well, I'm glad that you came to me because all you have to do is take your crowns and click them together. And I know that because, you know.

Oh, fuck, one second, Fred. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Goes and gets it, brings it back. Oh, so do it. Do it and release me from this unimaginable pain? Fred, I never asked. Who polymorphed you into a toad? What was your father?

My father, Howard? Yes, Howard was the best, actually. Being a toad rules. Even in this weird, partially alive state in the mouth of a dingo? Well, no, not in this state, but this one's more your fault now, isn't it? I think the dingo at this point is now just sort of like pause down, eviscerating Fred. All right. Fred, as you die in this moment, I don't know if your death is kind of worth anything,

but I'm going to go click my crown with my other two. One friend and one fucking mortal enemy who I'm, who's kind of growing on me. I'm going to go click my crowns with them and see if I can get my husband back. Have a beautiful wedding. A dingo howls with you. Is that Dinogo's half? Yeah, they do. You can.

I'm going to give you a positive outcome. A positive outcome. Leaf sprinting across Central Park in hell, running toward her one friend, one mortal enemy, crown in hand, clink them together! Clink them to heaven! Man, you gotta try it with relish. Okay.

I smash my crown in the space between you two as you bite into that hot dog simultaneously. I wish I was in heaven. And see. Great. We're going to go to heaven. Bark is here. And so is Howard. And I think that as you guys arrive and

heaven, Howard is going to turn paragliding and go, Francis. Oh, Francis. Oh, hi there, Howard. You enjoying your paragliding? It's perfect. There's thermals as far as the eye can see. Oh, good. So you forgive me for, uh, you know, putting you here? Oh, you want to see something? This is called a hard landing. Ah! Oh, no! Two boots. Bam. Right into Francis. It's just, you killed me. You killed me. You. You. You You killed me, Francis! Dad. Leith. My daughter.

My sweet daughter. You're so happy here. Oh, I'm so happy to be in the light of Christ's love. A vastly superior love. All right, yeah. Yeah, anything I've known before. Oh, it's so good. That's the good stuff.

Hey, question for you. Did you know that Francis killed me? Yeah. Why didn't you get revenge? Aren't you in heaven? Well, you see, I- Yeah, I didn't explain why I killed him and so- Yeah, I'd never known why it happened.

I thought maybe you were the- Maybe you were the aggressor in the situation, or- I had mentioned to Francis that her graphic design work was a bit P-U. What are you, what the fuck, Francis? You can't- Mr. Christ can look at my portfolio and he'll know better than your father. I'm going to go get him. I'm going to find him. I'm going to go look for Jesus Christ. When the devil said that you weren't, your portfolio was bad, that was a lie to protect your feelings.

It's not true. You're a bad graphic designer. Jesus H. Christ, where the hell are you? Who wants a steaming hot mouthful of love? I'm going to say that this is a positive outcome. For who do? Hold on, I like this tilt. Two people crossed up. Wow, Jesus.

You were so tall and strong and brave. I would love a steaming hot mouthful of whatever Holy Communion you've got. Get ready, here comes a piping hot batch of love. Am I supposed to watch this or should we leave the room? No, no. Watching is a part of him. Okay. Uh, uh, uh, crazy's gonna just float down.

What? Oh, you're the one who killed Howard. Howard. Yeah. That's fine. He went to heaven. Right. That's what I'm saying. I'm going to fuck the Lord. Killing someone who's bound for heaven's almost a favor. Think about that for a second. Look at that. That's great. Huh? Huh? Pirel. What's that? How you doing the one? I'm doing fine. Better now. Yeah. You want to go do something unholy in the corner? Oh, I'm kind of the devil. Oh, the devil. Wait a minute. We're all one third of the devil. I'm one third of God. Catholicism was right.

Form of Trinity. Do we get up? Where? We could Voltron. I dive bodily at leaf. What? You are subsumed into me. We grow three feet taller and have a second set of arms.

Amazing. I high-five the first set of arms. Listen, I know we've had our differences, but can I get in on this? I guess you did my dad a favor. Oh, you guys are in for it now. Dad, Bio-Dad! Come to me! What's that, son? Hey, Dad! Jump into my chest!

Alright! Biodad! Hey! I'm right here too, son. Like his fort. It's the Holy Ghost! Alright, now you're in for it. It's my Dad, God, and my Bio-Dad, the Holy Ghost. Okay, who's positive outcome with this? I don't remember anymore.

Yeah. This one's for you. Yeah. Okay, yeah, let's throw it to Francis. Okay, I have a positive outcome. Normal, normal. That was so normal, guys. We're going to cut away to the wedding,

where the wedding planner and the wedding planner and a bunch of the caterers and like other associated parties who are helping to, build, like who are helping to put on the wedding are all, um, are all, uh, struggling to figure out what to do in the absence of bark and leaf. Mrs. Biggins, I'm so sorry. I've got, I've got 30 cater waiters kind of waiting in the back. Are we? Do you still want us to load in? I, I see that the bride and the group aren't here. I think they said, I knew that they had an adventure and I think we're just going to proceed.

as if the wedding is going to happen. Perhaps the adventure is matrimony. Perhaps the adventure was love. So I think let's just keep... The chicken taters are here and hot. Let's just prepare like everything is going to happen according to plan. Do you think they'd want top hats?

What's that, old Jim? Do you think they'd want top hats? Old Jim, sorry, I can't hear you. Old Jim, you need to see. You're screaming from across the roof. Please walk a little closer, old Jim. Do you think that they need... Right now, you're close, but you're

whispering old Jim what's going on oh okay let me let me project okay let me let me do you think that they would want a top hats or a variety of hats I don't know old Jim you're the hatter you may just any hat will do milliner I'm sorry I just want to clarify it's not millinery if you're making them out of napkins what if they are napkin based people that wish for napkin based hats. Oh, God. PC culture has gotten out of control. Old Jim, you make the hats

you need to make. I will make do. Hey, I'm sorry to bother you guys, but if someone doesn't play with this ski ball set in the next minute, I'm actually allowed to go. Okay. If you don't play with it in the first 15 minutes, then we don't have to stay. Okay. All right. Do you want to play with it?

Did you know the professor doesn't show up in 15 minutes? No, it makes perfect. You don't have to explain it. We all understand exactly inherently what that means. You know, funny I tried to pull that off in high school and people got really mad at me and I said isn't this a universal rule and they were like oh we know like they got genuinely so upset anyway so I'm gonna go play with the ski ball so that doesn't get taken back but I really I hate to be a stickler about this the money the invoice for the chicken tators they have to pay for the wedding they have to and apparently you have to pay for it before you before you start the wedding

God damn. We see in the corner there's someone wearing half from the left side of their body is a wedding gown and the right side is a tuxedo holding a little stripe square on their iPhone

being like, someone has to pay for the wedding. I'm the wedding bursar. I'm ready to charge someone's credit card on my phone. Yeah, of course, hey, they are almost here. They're on an adventure

and as soon as the adventure ends, they'll be coming in and they'll be paying. It's almost 15 minutes. I'm allowed to go home. All right, can I pay you? just a little bit. Yes, sure. Four dollars. Okay, can it be any amount? Can we negotiate? How about a penny?

You can also pay 10% of the wedding cost. I feel like you are just giving options. I want to give you options. I think this is a negative outcome. I love school. I think for the wedding planner. Or you can pay with your very soul. All right. $4.10% or your very soul. Do I have to pay cash?

Going once. to be cash. Going twice. Oh, my soul! Oh, my soul's going into the square. My soul's going into the square! Okay, that's another 20 minutes. Where do the flower arrangements go now?

Oh, congratulations. Chicken taters. Is it all right if I have one, even though I'm the wedding burser? No, go ahead. Oh, that's very hard. I'm at the end of sight. Let's go back to heaven. And I think this is the team meeting for the, like the devil Voltron on the inside as we try to figure out what our, what our tactical plan is going to be as we fight the father, son, and Holy Spirit.

Okay, okay. Fargo. Soul, yeah. Thank you, yeah. Okay, so we're all here inside your body, Leaf. Great. It's lovely in here. What that fuck is our plan? Well, the Christ pointed at us and said on the morrow when the thermals are at their highest will battle to the death and only one of us will win.

So, I mean, win, I guess. It's true. We got to, I think paragliding is our friend here. Oh, 100%. You know. Oh, you know who used to be really good at paragliding? Howard. Howard.

Yeah. Who you killed for complaint. And he's here. Yes, and you gave him a gift. Sorry, I'm still working through that. What if we absorb Howard? And become what? Some kind of quad-humanoid devil thing.

There's no rule in Heaven Voltron that says you can't have more than three people inside of you. I mean, it might just be crazy enough to work. Did Howard die? Oh, he did. Oh, you killed him, yes. I did. I stabbed him. But, you know, heaven rules.

Yeah. I'm sure he's just out there screaming. Yeah, he's gonna respond somewhere. Oh, there he is, yeah, in that field over there. Oh, fuck, he's in Super Heaven. God damn it. We gotta get up to Super Heaven now. My wedding.

What about my wedding? Fuck your wedding. We got to go to get your dad. What are you talking about? My wedding? I punched myself to punch you. Yeah. Oh, that hurt both of us.

Yeah. We caught over to the God meck. Wait a minute. They're punching themselves. It must be some secret strategy to winning. Dad, Bio-dad, punch ourselves as hard as we can to beat them. The question is answered. Could God punch himself so hard in the head that he killed himself?

The answer, yes. Taking his own life and triggering the suicide clause. God shoots straight to hell. This is a positive outcome for, uh, for Pirel. Oh my God, thank you. Because as we see inside of Leaf's Holy Trin, Holy Quad, Holy Quad,

Holy Quad, our own unholy quad wins by default. But even more importantly than that, the suicide clause was triggered, and that's Purole's favorite Christmas movie. I think we've also become God in heaven now. Wait, what? We are God in heaven? Yeah, if God died.

in heaven, the person that's sort of responsible for becoming God becomes God, and that's the three of us right now. You see that all of you start to slowly change into Santa Claus. And seeing it. Right now, Bark is on a Venetian gondola, looking around going, I think I got turned around. No, no. I forgot. What are you are supposed to be? I think I'm supposed to be getting married, but I might be dead. Your eye, right. Hey, man, hey, sir, Vinici me on the year. What's up, what's up?

What's up? What's up? Jacamo, can I talk about you? In the background. Jacobo is here. Oh, excuse me. Jacobo, John Carlo, Maribetta. Hey, hey.

Listen, I've had a big old day. Most good. It is always a big, beautiful day. Hey, that's bellissima. In Evon. Yeah, well, that's my. That's my question. First of all, I always knew because of the Holy Eternal City of Rome that heaven would be geographically next to Italy.

It makes perfect sense. Oh. Number two. See, we can justify. It still makes sense. Look, here's the thing. I'm supposed to be getting married. Look at my watch.

I got to get married in the next ten minutes. Oh. I killed myself to trick my friend Dave and to go into hell. Sorry, my enemy, Dave. but we're sort of pals now. In any case, I think the devil's not the devil anymore, and I think that my betroth is a new third of the devil. Please, my Italian friends, help me get my devil friend from heaven

so that I can get married. We need to call in our friend Dante. We know how to do this going up down super heaven. No, Dante Dante is an idiot. We need Virgil is what we need. Oh, sure. Wait a minute. Dante and Virgil, those two people,

plumbers who know how to travel through pipes? See? Is he? See? Hey, but do not call their cousin. Wave it. Waved.

He is a larger, David, that's a very bad guy. Positive outcome. Positive outcome. Great. Well, we'll get Dante and Virgil. We'll jump through those pipes and we'll be back in our land of myth and adventure in no time for me to get married to my true love

leaf who I miss. It's a real hangover situation. Ma'amia! God, I love the hangover. And see. We're offending everyone and this feels so right. So we got these kind of three arcing storylines. It feels like we've got Pride Devil now God.

We have got a hangover adventure through the pipes of heaven to get back to the wedding on time. And the wedding planner has no soul. Yeah. Within heaven, we see Puell, Francis, and Leaf merging into a Trinity, six-armed, six-legged, 800-foot-tall Santa, a crown of fire and sprouting horns reethed from his head, the light of God at his fingertips, a perfect unison of all divine and divine. profane energy, a master of this new domain. And you are so late to this wedding. Here comes Santa Claus.

Oh, ho. Oh, what are we going to do about this? We need to get to that wedding. I'm never going to fit in my dress. I mean, your dress? Where's your groom? Oh, ho, ho! Oh!

Excuse me, very pleased to meet you, new god. I'm St. Peter. I guard the pearly gates. I'd love to help you get to your wedding on time. And by the way, let me say, I absolutely hated the old guy. I hope that we get some new, exciting management directions around here. You betcha! Looking out for the little guy is what we need to do.

Well, I think you. Well, I think you should, and I'd love to get into all the big questions, whence evil, various theodices, etc. But for right now, I'm afraid you won't be able to fly. It's much too foggy here with all these clouds. Well, how the hell do we get through the clouds then? I didn't even know we could fly as Santa God. Santa God devil, Mr. Santa God, devil.

That's right. Miss Santa God, devil. Are we canonically a lady? I don't know. All three of you individually are ladies. Whoa, no. You can talk to all of us. Peter, you could see that we're three separate beings combined into one turbo clause, God.

Oh, you don't know how to access your new... Listen, to manage the list of who gets into heaven. You have to be able to see into people's souls. Reach in. Reach into your heart and feel it there. Tense up. Like you're gonna shit or barf, and you'll feel within your heart, full. Wait, St. Peter, shut the fuck up.

Okay. I feel something. Oh, good. St. Peter, shut the fuck. Shut the fuck up. Yeah, I got it. No, you're talking when we say shut the fuck up, which inherently means you don't understand the command. Shut the fuck up.

I see your mouth. You moved your hands like you were going to talk. You are ready to speak, St. Peter. I reached into my heart and I felt, what is this accent? I reached into my heart and I felt heartburn? But I only get that. when I eat too spicy a meatball. Italy.

What could that mean? Peter, shut the fuck up. Wait. Wait, leave. Hold on a second. No, no, I'm fucking, I'm freaking tired of this guy. I swear to God, you asked him to do something. He refuses to do it.

Okay, I understand. I'm sorry, I'll do it. Oh, oh, I'm sorry. Oh, I'm sorry. Holy shit. Can we smite people? Can I smite you, Peter? Yeah, you can start me right now.

Do it. Hit him in the keys. thinking about oh no because I think he's gonna have some way out of it so I'm I'm gonna smite him just right no I don't yeah you kill me right away no no no you can you die if you're in heaven you go to super heaven yes you don't want to go to super heaven isn't it please kill me yes I knew it no we're bringing you with us dang it and you're gonna be our shepherd through heaven heaven heaven Italy have a fine follow me it's a long journey from heaven to Italy you're going to

gonna have to walk quarter mile that way. Well, lead the way, little guy. God damn it, I almost got killed by the New York. Got sent to Super Heaven with the non-inity. It's a nine-person Trinity in Super Heaven. It's fucking crazy up there, man. I'm feeling like this is the negative outcome for St. Peter. Yeah.

Yeah. Over every. Okay. Well, then I'll take it. Yeah. I think it's a negative outcome here for Purole devil God. Yeah, I think we're following St. Peter, but the closer he takes us to heaven, Italy, the worst Purell's heartburn is getting. And she is gassy.

She's uncomfortable. I think she's kind of going through menopause inside of our Voltron, Santa Claus, God Devil. And you all get to feel that now. Enjoy the hot flashes. What's happening? I'm so... I'm so sorry. What's this flop sweat?

I just am not feeling good right now. Oh. The closer we get to our destination, the worst I feel. I feel like I'm just walking into or out of a boogadabapo, Jesus. Wait, are we Jesus now? Which one of us is Jesus? Well... I didn't get to fuck the Lord! Come, my child?

I was trying to. Don't have to tell me twice. Gook. And soon. So right now. So right now. Don't have to tell me twice, go. Gug.

Games are good. This is what Logan wanted when he created this, right? I think I'm realizing deep into my heart, I took these cards as like a personal challenge. Yeah, we did. And I was like, oh, we're supposed to get crazy, huh? We're supposed to get But Nasty Wild. We're doing it.

This is what we do every time. Every time. It's a story prescribing game. All set a scene in the cave. Dante, Virgil, you two are so good at running through pipes and solving mysteries. Here we go. Yay. Woohoo.

Amazing. Wow. Classic Dwarven adventurer. Dante and Virgil. Let me. This crystal cave filled with treasure if I have a map. I'm going to reach into my pocket. Is it still here?

Is it? I think it's a positive outcome. My map! It's still here! All right, you two crazy Italians. Help yourself to some heap and handfuls of treasure. I think the moment you, like, touch the map, a beautiful rainbow road appears out of the cave.

And instead of, in lieu of taking any treasure, Virgil, who is definitely the Luigi in this, just hops in, like skids out, and then zooms out of the case. I think in this moment, Bark, you do have a memory far off in the back of your mind of Leaf going, how we're going to pay for this? My dad, I mean, we'll ask my dad, but how are we going to pay for this wedding? Wait a minute. The wedding? My poor sweet patrol that she was so worried about how to pay for We're here in this cave filled with treasure. It's a miracle.

I know what I'll do. I'll use my gun to kill the wedding bus. And we've got all these go-carts. Wait, a rainbow road, the Bifrost. That's the road from Norse mythology. I'm a dwarf. Christ and the devil, this is not real. The Vikings were right.

That's the actual cosmology. We need to use. use these ancient Viking go-karts to go on the rainbow road. Dante walks up and back in. Go! Oh, I'll use the treasure to pay for the wedding. Oh, okay.

And I'll kill the wedding bursar for fun. Got it. I scoop treasure into my bag. The Santas are headed to Italy. Yes. Right? Yeah. Okay, is that where, and I guess the Rainbow Road.

We can see the Rainbow Road. Yeah. We see the Rainbow Road. road. Yeah. Yeah. Uh, uh, Whoa, ho, ho! Here we are in Roma! Oh! Oh! It looks just like I've dreamed!

I'm not doing the voice anymore. I'm fucking hot. Can I get some ice chips or something? Oh, your feet are getting hot, little lady! My feet have been hot. Peter, can we get some fucking ice chips or something? Yeah. Uh, what I said, um, yamichi. Can I get three gelato for my friends here? Yes, yesi.

I know this, this tiny little one-foot-tall Italian man, he runs the best gelatria in a venice. Oh, thank you. Do you need the hands on you guys? No, no, no, no, no, me sco. I love his... Oh, oh, Bambino, please accept this gift. You've been so good this year.

What? Oh, send out. Se Papa Noel. I love his little backhoe he uses to get the ice cream. Oh, that's really cool. God, isn't Italy just the best? Oh, look, look, thank you. Oh, thank you so much.

Strachietella, I just assumed everyone wanted to talk about it. Do a gelato? Actually, can I get the pistachio? And one pistachio, my name. Oh, pistachio. Is everything all right, little good? No. No.

Everyone shut up. Hold on. Hey, shut up for a second. Hey God, shut up for one second. This little one-foot-tall Italian man, scrying. Tell me, what's wrong with the Bustadio? We can't. We can't.

Hey, shut up. Listen to me. Your wedding's done. St. Peter has found his voice. It's a Christmas miracle. Oh, my voice, the voice of St. Peter. Listen, everything up to this point has been bullshit. Nothing matters more than giving this one-foot-tall Italian man,

his batch of pistachio ice cream. Hello. Oh, what's your name, little one? Alessandro. Alessandro. Listen, you can send me to hell. You can send me to super hell. You can send me to super-duper hell.

There's a third hell? 27 parts, super, super devil. Ooh. But I will be only too glad to suffer an eternal torment if I can get little Alessandro his pistachio ice cream. Everything up to this point has been leading to the conclusion of this story. Hey, so I just remember that we're disgruntled elves,

and I think we should maybe kill St. Peter. Would you do the honors? He's somebody's father. Oh, I'm going to stuff your stocking, St. Peter. Huh? Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Oh, no. I think this is a good moment for Erica.

I think this is a positive choice to stand up for the little, even littler guy than St. Peter, the little pistachio man, or little gelato man, Alessandro. Alessandro. Even though St. Peter wanted to do what Alessandro wanted, it actually turns out there's some super fucked up shit that St. Peter was like making it about him. Yeah, he was. Oh, you punched my head off.

I was going to use this opportunity to buy a controlling steak in Alessandro's gelataria. I had bad and nefarious ulterior motives. I'm fucking dead. Why don't you open your gift, little one? Bambino. Little moor. I used to be clear.

I think he's a grown man. He's just short. I fully forget how this character was talking three minutes ago. Well, open your gift. It's a pistachial farm. A tiny one. So perfect. Hi, are you a new owner?

We're in a lot of debt. We did it. We did it. It's a Christmas miracle. And scene. We pick up at the bottom of the Rainbow Road, which as Alessandro, tiny Alessandro was asserting his dominance over the Pistachio Farm,

we backed away slowly, accidentally hit the Rainbow Road, and slid all the way down, back to the world, and we are back on Earth. Oh, we're back on Earth. Just in time for the wedding. But we're sure.

still three people in one bottle. Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today. What are we going to do? We have to stall for three minutes and three minutes only. We have three minutes. We have to separate ourselves. Ho-ho-ho. How can we do that?

I don't know. Ho-ho. Get out of my body. You guys... All right. Okay. I'm going to do it. And I take my sword, the sword that is lighter than air. Yeah. And I poke a hole in the top of it. But. And I flowed out.

Oh, look at us. I got my own body again, don't you know? Are you sure? I mean, okay. Come on out of there, Purell. No, I know. Okay, just last time, you and me, I just want to double check. Yeah.

Are you sure you want to go through this? We've been so much. We've become so much. We were both the devil and God and Santa and real estate. state brokers, I think, a little bit. We were. I think in all of that, what I've realized

is that whether I'm the God, whether I'm God, the devil, Santa, or you know, empowering a really small, racist Italian man, he was racist. We just didn't see it. You could tell. He was racist. You could tell.

Whatever it is, we're doing. The only person I walk by my side is the person who contractually, I or like culturally and contractually obligated to marry. And that's bark. Okay. Did someone say go-kart?

And I'm going to pull up in a go-cart, lugging so much treasure. Beautiful bride. Oh, hold on. Let me just get out of there. And I'm going to climb through the hole that I guess you trepinated out of. And there's going to get. You watch a woman clap out of your...

Oh my God! Boy, howdy, I'm like Athena. Fully forms. Hi, how you doing? Blood brothers. Hey, blood brothers. Hey, that didn't come up too much today, but that's okay. Yeah, you know, it's sort of just family.

Family. Family. Hey. Hey. I don't have friends. I found all of this treasure. Oh. We, to pay for the wedding.

A beautiful bride deserves a beautiful dowry. We've been all throughout this place. We've been deep underground, wind tunnels and cavefish all the way to hell. You became the new devil. All the way to heaven. You became the new God. All the way to Italy. Wait, did you see that part?

I can't have lost where we lost track of each other. I've been on a text chain with some people that have been letting me know what's up. And what I learned from all of it is this. Sometimes our friends put pressure on us to experiment with drugs and alcohol. What? What? But it's always the cooler option to say no if you're not comfortable. Oh, yeah.

There's a right time for everything. It's not uncool to be a virgin. It's not uncool to say no to drugs. That's something I believe in deep in my heart. That's why you went to hell when you died. Do a little bit of drugs. That's fine. A little bit?

Like a little bit. Really? Yeah. Once you're married to me, you can do all the drugs you want. Belisima. What's that? Is that a little pistachio ice cream? No, that's strachia.

Who had pistachia? You do think this is a positive outcome. This is a positive outcome. Then on that high five, I grab your hand and pull you close and say, you don't have friends. You have family. Oh, let's get married. Yay.

Dearly, scene, yeah. Deally, beloved. We are gathered here today to celebrate the union. Hey, can we hold on the ski ball just during this part? Holding on ski ball. Dealy, beloved, we are gathered here today to celebrate the union of Bark Hamblin and Leaf Hamblin. Join together by cultural custom for the purpose of sharing, adventuring knowledge, and expertise. Are there any here?

Chicken tater? Chicken tater? Can we hold on the chicken tater? Like, give us, we're going to, like, our vows are going to be short. If we're doing chicken taters, can I do ski ball if I'm being really quiet? No, we're not doing either one. We're holding on both for just a second, guys, and then everyone can eat all the chicken tators they want. We, like, got so much shredder.

We get paid for everything. Okay, but what about ski ball? Purell! Chill! You can continue. You may now. Kiss the bride. What about our vows?

All right, can I read my vows? Yeah, to yourself. All right, let's grab this chalato. Alessandro, my man. Hello. How's the pistachio coming? Hey, honey, honey. I love blood nuts.

I want to hear you vows. You do? Yeah, I do. Bark. When I first met you, they told me this man is going to be your husband because that's the way we do it down here. And from that moment, I was a little scared. But as we went through our 10-year engagement leading up to this day,

I realized that you had the adventuring knowledge that I wanted. Because you have been on an incredible adventure called Life. and I am also on that adventure and I am excited to learn the way. You have always been a great listener, an awesome travel companion, and you have the best taste in corny jokes. One of my favorites that you always used to tell every morning was that you were, that you, was, the one about the corn flakes. I waved the fly away. Where you would say, what's that in my corn flakes?

And then I would say, what is it? And you would say, it's a kiss for you. And then you'd kiss me gently on the forehead. Park stop playing. Park, stop playing with the mouse. It was these kind of quiet mornings that made me realize that you are exactly the kind of man. I want to wake up with every day.

She's dead. Excuse me, I'm talking. You're holding on ski ball and time of death. You are the kind of, you're exactly the kind of man. Was somebody skating? Please stop. You are exactly the kind of man that I want to wake up next to every day as I learn to adventure that I might one day

marry another person and teach them to adventure as you have taught me. You are my rock. I am your, I'm your river. I love you. And I finished the necromantic ritual to bring him back as a rednet. Oh, it was beautiful, honey. Oh, thanks, Park.

I can't feel my skin. Hey, you always have my back. Well, if this is a wedding, then a wedding needs a reception. Get those chicken tators. Everyone come congratulate my beautiful wife. And hey, wedding burser. Eat leg, bitch. Yeah.

Celebrate good times. Come on. Act two is now over. Each of our players will tally up their outcome cards to determine the aftermath of our beloved heroes. An epilogue to our misadventures in heaven, hell, cave, and Italy. Francis tried her best all throughout her life to stand up for the little guy,

to, you know, do right by her friend, question mark, leaf. But in the end, was sent to hell. And there, met with Frank Lloyd Wright, presented him with her graphic design catalog. And first of all, he went, I'm an architect, why would I care about this? But it looks terrible. You have no sense of unity in your...

lines, there's you use comic sands too much and crushed she spent the rest of her days mourning by a screaming frog and the Bethesda fountain.

For Purell, Inferno, Paradiso, one place left that we didn't get to go to. Purgatory. Purgatorio is where Puell spends the rest of her life and her afterlife,

having successfully done a necromanic ritual, binding her from heaven and hell alike as she puppets, barks, body through a tumultuous and frankly athletic wedding night and the rest of their wonderful life together. Somehow, at some point, Dave's ass showed up, and it became true purgatory as she was locked in sort of neutral,

marital bliss forever. The end. Also, not enough, not enough pistachio ice. Burke spends the most joyful, incredible, 18 and a half days with his wife before passing on to hell with one L, the Norse realm of the dead. because I knew it. By frost, the Norse gods were right all along.

It was a Fugazi. They put up in a mirage of heaven and hell to cover for them while they went to Italy and robbed the Bellagio Casino. It was a heist by all the Norse gods. That's what the story really was. Flashback, and you'll see secret scenes all along the way. Secret scenes. There were secret scenes.

jeans on the way. Stop hitting the table, dude. And Bark goes, I hate doing this job with you. Now that's the Italian job. After 18 and a half of the greatest days of her life, having, I don't know,

pretty decent sex with an old man puppeted by a disgruntled elf. Leaf is, Leif's life falls apart. The zeal and thirst for adventure is gone. Leaf realizes that perhaps the sense of adventure that she felt and that she pursued was perhaps barks all along and perhaps that was not something they shared,

but it was just something that bark was able to give her and that she could not find in herself. She feels deeply and truly broken inside. And like, that's what it says, brother. It's straight up what it says. She feels truly broken inside and spends everyday wondering, living in the material plane, wondering if she should just die and go to heaven,

or even if she went to heaven with the rules change, what is existence, What is life? She spends the rest of her day. She spends the rest of her days contemplating what it means to be alive while gently eating racist pistachio ice cream from the littlest one-legged Italian man in the world. And Alessandro is incredible. He is racist and thriving and rich.

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