The Drunk and The Ugly

Hell is real. To what extent is unclear, but the church needn’t have fables of fiends when they came unbidden all too real cackling in the night. There were holes that the Cathars knew about, gaping mouths of flame and sulphur. They dispensed the biddings of chaos and torment, crazed devils in seemingly infinite amounts and scheming demons to never truly be slain. They were portals to so much mali...

The yoriki get to work straight away, with their plans to salvage Kakita Yoshitaka’s meal expected to take up the entire night and most of the next morning. Sailors have to be paid, noodles need to be sourced. And who would have a bottle of the famous Daidoji Umeshu available at this unforunate hour at a reasonable price? On the one hand, success means the favor of the powerful Lady Doji Mik...

Ireena Kolyana was surviving. She had always, and would never stop doing so. But now, today, left in this building she felt so small. She propped her cushioning better against the wood of the wall, and looked down at her book of nature lit by the flickering lantern light that managed to reach her. The words she hoped would sweep her away for now, from this subtly warmed cell and dark of the night...

The Crane city of Mura Sabishii Toshi is once again a seat of growing prosperity after being ravaged in a Crab/Crane border conflict. It’s governess is an important figure, whose opinion carries a lot of weight even in the courts of the Capital, and her favor is desired by the Emerald Bureaucracy. It should have been a simple, even boring social visit, but an impossible-to-please noble and a...

She could feel them watching her. We see the Inquisitor, Seeta Venliss, hat off her head staring out the window. She had sealed her letters, the burning sensation of heated wax remaining on her hands reminding her of every word and failure. This town was dying. It had been for a long time, but she refused tooth and nail- Though the sentiment had come back to bite her. When she closed her eyes she...

Nunna dem humies gon’ scrap wit’ us, wen we ridin’ in dis. No maskboyz, none dem flyin’ gits wot got wingz. Dey too caught up killin’ each ovva. Makes Ed wish he kinda didn’t have it. Kinda. Oi! Wot’s dat bangin’ on I ‘ear? Humiez on da roof? Gon’ be a good ‘un after all. A rite scrap! – ‘Edrecka Da Grot-Minda, five seco...

Spoilers ahead!  Here is the text log that convinced me that we needed to discuss all of the Michael Bay Transformers films: Space Cow – 12/23/2017 also watching transformers last knight this movie is as dumb as the others for some reason hot rod has a really racist french accent ClockwurkeBear – 12/23/2017 I forgot those movies happened? Space Cow – 12/23/2017 also turns out shi...

The Hasbrothers discuss Transformers: Age of Extinction.  We meet Grimlock.  Grimlock king.

Have you had trouble falling asleep lately?  Have you run out of things to yell about for a while?  Can I interest you in a discussion about a largely incoherent movie that panders heavily to the White Males ages 20 – 30 demographic?  Well stay tuned for the Hasbrothers discussion of Transformers: Dark of the Moon. Related Viewing: Folding Ideas – Sam Witwicky

Boom, Hasbrothers back again with that epic giant robot battling action you all love.  We continue the hype train down the track with the writing disaster that is Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen.  This garbled mess of a movie was in many ways objectively worse than the first and yet somehow made more money overall.  Enjoy.

As per previous decree, we have decided to take the show in a new direction. Welcome to the Last of the Witwiccans, a subcast of the Hasbrothers. In this series, we will discuss at length Hasbro’s multimillion dollar toy commercial franchise and the impact it has had on us and the world at whole. Shia Lebouf saying “no” a lot

It was not vampires that brought the redheaded Yulia with her endless seeming optimism to the outland valleys, but rather two things: Stories, and truth. And it was in departing from the ways of Maurer’s hunters that she endeavored toward the second. The Silver Temple, ancient and caked in ash and disuse was nestled in the mountains in the burning shadows of the Ashmouth. The only way to get there...

The so-called “Saint” Drusus was a nothing more than a mouthpiece for those who oppressed us! With that in mind, the Festival of “Saint” Drusus shall be replaced by a more fitting celebration – the Feast of Rightful Stewardship. As I have for all of you – give others what they deserve. Those you interdepend on. Those who observe justice, and act with honesty. Ed...

Listener, sometimes I feel at a loss. It is you and I with this bird’s eye view, seeing a story of the dark and the hopes and fears of those caught within. We see the crying tears of a mother in Shadowgrange that doesn’t know her where in that manor her daughter is kept, wallowing in the decrepit corpse of a house. We see the inquisitor Seeta being stirred from her sleep as the sound of bells and...

We’re getting dragged down into this planet, for decades maybe. And for what? It’s like fighting someone over an empty bag of recaf – nothing but tunnels and spite left on the surface. We have better places to fight. So let’s end this. -Codename “Cassius”, Dominate Informant While the Severan base at Kleins has to be abandoned, there’s still hope to recove...

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Dressed in red and black finery the cost of multiple men’s lives, Strephan Maurer idly sips at a goblet of wine and eyes the sky with a placid face. The peace was a practiced neutrality, holding back a steady tension with gossamer and decorum. He was ruminating. Ruminating on life. On death. And on his deep and utter boredom. Things were supposed to get exciting, another set of slayers and warrior...

”My Aetherian Rex boys’ll be on the motivational bills soon, just you watch. And judging by the mission report, they’re rubbing off on those bone-totin’ ferals as well. Emperor bless ’em.” -Private Notes of Lt. Heston Rhodes. Timestamped ten minutes before the Evacuation of Kleins. A job well done. Only a few casualties taken, in exchange for new territory in a war th...

It was years ago that the Abbess, still tall and fair, came to reside in the confines of Krezk. The abbey had been there almost as long as she could remember, a cloistered building of of bone white, it’s graying walls visibly darkening against the fresh snow from disuse. But then it was named. The Abbey of Saint Traft. And that was when she took responsibility. She could still remember him, the le...

Your parents gave everything they had to serve the Emperor, and you will not – I repeat, will not – dishonor them or their memory by doing any less. You will be purified through prayer. You will be hardened by training. Sharpened by study. Your forebearers, being imperfect servants, -died- for a greater purpose. You, cadets, will -live- for one. -Drill-Abbess Narcia, Opening Address to...

It was on a cold day, filled with slowly falling snow that we see Baron Krezkov. Bald on top with his earth brown skin and wiry ring of white hair he was resolute, a dark spot amongst the pale ground. He was kneeling with a face so stony if appeared carved, glancing into the uncovered rectangle of dark dirt growing lighter with frost. He had lost so much. His wife, sturdy and willed had run out of...

You shall cross many sunsets, make new journeys for yourselves on metal birds across the emptiness behind the stars. All for the safety of men and women we shall never see. You are the Drakon’s Teeth, and your enemies lie in pieces before you. For every sister or brother that does not make his way back to his Father Tree, you will carry the blade. And they will weigh heavily upon you, for th...

The angels were gone. Not that they were ever particularly present here in the fog occluded black cliffs of Stensia. But there was a time where the cloud white wings navigated the spired mountains to the awe of the hardened folks below. Veonia loved them. She cared for them, knights kept at her side. She defended them as best she could. And Veonia was gone. There was a hole left. The Avacynian war...

Care of members of the Homo Sapiens Gigantus subgenus must be undertaken with some delicacy. Normally, this robust cousin of mainline humanity does not require much medical care as such – their hardy physiology renders light injuries or minor pre-existing conditions inconsequential. That being said, when major injuries are suffered, the inability of most Ogryn to properly grasp the complexit...

Death is not a mystery. Not exactly. The people of Innistrad welcomed its inevitability, the idea of a freedom and reprieve. But yet they feared that fall, that curtain keeping them apart as the rest drew close. And who can blame them dear listener? It is not I who would proclaim to have no fear of what lies in my eternal slumber, be it dream or nightmare. But that realm must be peaceful, lest the...