Picture yourself at a Soviet summer camp, the August air humming with young pioneer spirit,

golden campfires, green pine trees, the deep blue of Lake Placheevo.

Laughter echoes through the woods as you blaze wilderness trails to hidden coves,

that is, until a deeper darkness falls.

Campers start to disappear from familiar paths.

Some reappear days later, naked and maimed, flesh stripped from bone.

Others are never seen again.

Rumors spread of a predator stalking the tree line, his calling card a tattoo etched on

weathered hands that unspool innocence like a loose seam.

The fisherman, they whisper, the name sending a bone deep chill through mandatory campfire

circles.

He's the boogie man your Soviet counselors warn you about when dusk approaches.

But this monster is no myth, and he's just getting started. All right, what's up every,

all right, what's up every...

oh sorry we got to do all that stuff? Yeah. I forget.

What stuff? The whole Supremo thing? Like welcome, you know? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Well, we don't have any new Supremeos this week,

but that can change very quickly if anyone joins during our live.

I mean, everyone listening to this live is a supremeo, but I mean, I'm just saying.

But...

And we're all cut up with our shots too.

Today is for Lane and then after Lane is Heidi.

Surprise shots.

...