4.5 - Red Dreams on White Hills
Our Fair City
Audacious Machine Creative
4.7 • 623 Ratings
🗓️ 21 May 2025
⏱️ 19 minutes
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Summary
With Andrew Snidge failing fast in the inhospitable wastes, is there any hope for our plucky heroes? What hope is there, with Elizabeth Rourke de-bodied and temperatures falling fast?
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Our Fair City was originally released between 2011 and 2018.
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- Elizabeth Rourke— Tara Schile
- Andrew Snidge— Frank Sjodin
- Dr. Herbert West— Ryan Schile
- Simon— Mark Soloff
Written by David Rheinstrom. Narration written and performed by Ansel Burch. Directed by Jeffrey Gardner. Sound Design by Ryan Schile. Music by Stephen Poon. Illustration by Cyrus Crashtest. Produced by David Rheinstrom. Created by Clayton Faits.
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| 0:00.0 | Tonight's broadcast is brought to you by the company you depend upon for all of your greatest needs, Heart Life. |
| 0:10.2 | These stories are true dramatizations from our fair city's glorious history. |
| 0:15.6 | So listen and remember, heart life, all the life you'll ever need. |
| 0:31.4 | The wind keens as Andrew Snidge slowly pulls himself across the snow. |
| 0:36.8 | Tiny shards of ice whip across his face and back, shredding his coat, |
| 0:39.3 | millimeter by millimeter. Every so often, a piece of hail rips into his skin and draws blood. |
| 0:45.3 | The fresh pain is a welcome distraction from the old pain. |
| 0:49.3 | A dull, pervasive ache across his torso. His ribs are broken. |
| 0:56.6 | One knee is shattered. |
| 0:58.4 | Nathan Rorke's rage has left young Mr. Snidge in pieces. |
| 1:04.4 | Got to find her. |
| 1:07.0 | As he pulls his savaged body over the tundra, |
| 1:15.6 | arm over arm, inch over inch, Andrew whispers a mantra in a vain attempt to separate his mind from it all, to see himself from above, to direct |
| 1:23.9 | his body's actions as if he were a chesspiece. |
| 1:30.8 | Neil Henderson's camp has long since departed. |
| 1:36.1 | Henderson gave the order to press on without him, and nobody made much of a fuss. |
| 1:37.5 | Got a, find her. Got a finder. |
| 1:37.5 | Poor Andrew Snidge leaves a faint trail of pink in snow behind him. It is the only thing approaching |
| 1:46.7 | color in this bleak world of gray and white. The only thing approaching color save for a thin, |
| 1:56.4 | flapping strap of blue canvas, the strap of a duffel bag. |
| 2:03.6 | Mom, I'm coming for you. |
| 2:06.6 | Don't go for it. |
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