I'll keep this short. We have a Patreon. And lately the amount on that Patreon has gone down.

While income from live shows and merch do obviously help, the Patreon is still the main way that

we make this show and pay all the people involved, both behind the scenes and, you know, in front of

the scenes. Is that the phrase? So if you are able to and have not yet supported us on Patreon,

please consider it. It helps the show exist. And we have all sorts of cool rewards, like

Director's Notes on every episode, Zoom Hangs with the cast and crew, add free versions of every

episode, and even having yourself inserted as a character into the show, yes, you could become

an actual citizen of Nightfail. To help us out, go to welcometonightfail.com and click on donate.

Please consider doing that and enjoy the show goodbye.

Age is just a number that counts quickly upward to an ending point.

Welcome to Desert Bluffs.

Hello, Desert Bluffs. Let's start there. Let's start with a greeting, a simple hello,

and of course a huge smile. Then let's move right into the good news, the happy news.

Charles and I went on our first date many weeks back and it was magical.

I met up with him in the new town square, which is a sand dune with a cow skull on it.

I was wearing my best rabbit fur coveralls and rainbow striped headband.

He was wearing a rose gold lamey, cravat, and soccer shin guards.

We went to eat at Desert Bluffs newest restaurant Vermillion, with specializes in lip meat.

We shared a bottle of cabernet and talked comfortably about all the things you shouldn't talk

about on a first date. Politics were both fearcrats. Religion were both raised in the arboreal faith.

Sex. We both have had it. And banking. We had some polite disagreements here.

Later we went back to my house next to the temple of joy. It has been a long time since either of us had

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