The drinks of me.

A while.

Ophiolome.

Oh.

What time is it?

February, oh no, just a couple more weeks lumber would have really hit the spot.

Ah, well, no rest for the wicked, as they say.

I was having the most extraordinary dream. There was a witch and a king,

a girl on a hair trigger to get married, and a robuck with a death wish, all off in the woods

doing something or other. You know, I really should start writing these down. Anyway, let's see if we

can get the nocturnal transmissions machine in motion again.

Hmm, buttons, buttons, buttons now.

Which one is it?

Ah, here we go.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. All right, obviously not that one. Um, ah, this one.

Hello, gentle listener, and welcome to nocturnal Transmissions, the fortnightly podcast that brings you dark tales both old and new, performed by voice artist, Kristen Holland.

It looks like 2020 is well and truly upon us and from what I can see it's had quite an

inauspicious start. I think what everybody needs right now is some good old-fashioned horror and weirdness.

Nocturnal transmissions has returned, and we will provide.

A warning before we begin, the following story contains very adult content.

Yes, I know they pretty much all do, but this one is definitely not for the

chronologically wanting. It is sexually explicit and riddled with graphic and disturbing imagery.

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