We're in it.

Gannon, we're in it.

We're in it.

We are in it.

The past and the future converge.

Wush, one, a threaded fabric tying into each other.

Two, a memory congealing into a vision of tomorrow.

Three, a sky expanding nature, singing the animals, a breeze blowing through grass.

Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten arcs is what we've had of Neal Scum so far, Gannon.

That is correct. We have ten arcs. Ten arcs. We have had this fucking long-ass podcast that we've been recording for fucking like three years or some shit. Like, you know, we're old now.

We're all fucking old now.

We've been doing this forever, and it's like,

pf, how do I get into this?

Says the man on the street.

Okay, he got this nice show.

How do I get into it?

I can't get into it.

I don't want to listen to those early episodes.

I don't want to learn how Shadow Run works.

Just give me the fun stuff, says the man.

And to which we say, all right, all right, buddy.

Like, put your mask on, dude.

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