Hey Stinker's quick update. Our parent company recently shut down, but since we love making the show, we are going independent.

What does this mean? Since we have less resources, new episodes of the podcast will shift to a bi-weekly release.

And the biggest news we just

launched a Patreon so if you're enjoying this show please consider joining our party

on patreon and as thanks you can get an ad-free experience, exclusive live streams, watch parties,

access to Stinky Dragon Adventures, our full-length puppet series based off the Infinite

campaign, an invite to our new discord, and much, much more.

In addition, our other podcast Second When will now release on off weeks of the main show.

We're also making it bigger and better and available exclusively to Patreon supporters.

So please help us go independent and join our party at patreon.

Thank you, we love you and stay stinky my friends.

This is a Rooster Teeth production. Best wishes to all you bow, Hanets, teleport your way into the Stinky Dragon,

knock back our latest nightcap vanish into thin layer.

It's a mixture of aberrant absint, absinthe, a glass of French champagne stirred with your latest victim on ice.

One taste of this tipsy temple is enough to tickle every tentacle on your torso.

Previously, our adventure is skidaddled out of an amnuzzy-infested crockmire with the help of their terra shell friend,

Torathore.

They bound their way up the Bramble castle to the highest spire in the tallest tower.

There, Kyborg was nearly kebabbed by an enormous ice knife. The party proffered persuasive

performances of beasts. Say that five times fast. Finally, they were captured by Shamans Seuss, with mud's family where she convinced mud to touch the brier orb

Good news is that mud has regained many misplaced memories bad news is he never had a brother

Pluck yourself a potation.

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