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.

That's it.

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

It has been a number of years since I began excavating the ruins of Kondar 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 incantations.

It is entitled Not toaturon de 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 surround me is stormy weather, stormy weather.

Stormy weather.

Weather always surrounds me.

Happy

Happy

trick-or-treaters, Dreamers, campers, suspects, and deadites.

I'm your host for today.

Michael Maniac Ash Rothman, back in the saddle, talking sequels, once again. This time this time though we're not flipping any

scripts no no no we're turning our spotlight on the often ignored fourth entry in a

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