Greetings and salutations. You've successfully arrived at the bloody disgusting network.

The passage of time will now bring you to something strange, unique, and idiosyncratic.

Have a good time.

A hitch.

Listen to this. This is the tape I found downstairs.

It has been a number of years since I began excavating the ruins of Kandar with a group of my colleagues.

Now my wife and I have retreated to a small cabin in the solitude of these mountains.

I believe I have made a significant find in the Kandarian

ruins, a volume of ancient Sumerian burial practices and funerary

and cantations. It is entitled Nachir de Monte Monte, roughly translated Book of the Dead.

From the Narl Woods of Michigan to the Sun Kiss Skyline of LA

We are Halloween!

You said I hope you understand when you read this letter that you're better off without me.

Cus around me is stormy weather, stormy weather.

Stormy weather, always deadites.

I'm your host for today. Michael Maniac Ash Rothman sitting here at

Dino's Bar and Grill nursing a cold one and trying to think of which song I want to

put on the jukebox tonight.

Hope it's something good.

Apologies to Nick Hexham, and maybe even Chad Sexton,

but green is the color of my energy tonight.

And no, not because I'm wearing a super cool silver Sam rock shirt or because I'm half Irish

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