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.

Like Sands through the Hourglass, so are the days of our lives, in that they're tiny and tumbling

out of control. Welcome to Nightfail.

First up, a quick notice. The Mahala family is requesting the return of one particular

VHS tape. Now you might remember that the Mahala family used to run the video rental annex in the

Ralphs back in the 90s. Yet we all enjoyed browsing their shelves, looking at cardboard boxes

that promised more than most could deliver. Wondering if we were children, at the mystery that lay

behind the little curtain corner, and feeling if we were adults, a little embarrassed as we passed

the threshold of that curtain. All of that ended after the blockbuster hordes rode through town.

The terrible thunder of their hooves ringing out for miles around, burning every independent

video store to the ground. That should have been it for the you-view VHS and laser disc rental

annex, but according to the Mahala family, there is one loose thread to the story that is of

deep concern to us all. Yeah, there's a VHS copy of Heat that we lent out the day before

blockbuster invaded and left us with ashes and grief, explained Lakshmi Mahala, and it's really

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