Infants calling Kolob, come in Kolob.

Infants calling Kolob, come in Kolob, come in Kolob.

This is Kolob. What is wanted?

Infants, having been curious and playfully engaged in all things, desire further, whatever you got for me me by revisiting some of my favorite minisodes and

Something Something about a Vale

Keep on listening then and your request shall be granted all for the greater good.

It's all about the greater good.

The Greater Good.

This is Inf's on Thrones.

Minnesot.

Minnesot.

Seven years ago.

On a spooky,

spooky day.

In a spooky, spooky year in a spooky place. I created and released this

spooky episode and all of it is true every single bit of it is true. Every single bit of it is true. It really, really actually exists exactly the way that it is. It's all true. It's all true.

Listen to it now.

It was a normal night just like any other night. I was 16 years old, a priest in the

ironic priesthood. In a few short years I would become a missionary venturing in the Satan and his demon hordes.

My bedroom was in the basement.

I slept in a twin bed that faced a large sunken window well.

It was meant to be a fire escape, but I often used it to sneak out at night to go teeping with my friends at least

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