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. 10 years ago, we were a friendly

desert community, where the sun was hot, the moon was beautiful, and mysterious lights

passed overhead while we all pretended to sleep. Now we're still all of those things, but we also

have the new Adidas outlet at the mall. Welcome to Nightfail.

Okay, well, today is the day. Carlos is on the way to the station and he should be here

very soon and I will get to present him with his surprise. I am holding the certificate.

There isn't usually a certificate, but I insisted and printed one out myself. There should

always be something tangible to mark the really important intangibles. You see, Carlos arrived in

town 10 years ago today and after 10 years he is now officially part of the town of Nightfail,

just as much as station management and the brownstone spire and barks on we the crime dog.

He belongs to Nightfail and Nightfail belongs to him and no one can take that away.

I couldn't find any appropriate templates, so it has a picture of a man golfing and word arc that

says, Gratz to my grad, but I think he'll get the idea. Okay, if you see him on his way here,

please don't let him know. He's going to be so excited.

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