Attention Podience… please heed this cautionary scary advisory: "beware this stark broadcast on the dark affair of Drisking's past; never air what you hear, here, or your former fear will reappear."

Welcome, Podience, you stark, shady ladies, and dark, bent gents to this chilling, fulfilling horror-excursion-edition of Chemohawk Sessions: Darker Mile-Marker (an ungory, but unsettling episodic dissection of QCODE Media's best time-killing, fear-instilling, wine-swilling, spine-thrilling, blood-chilling podcast: Borrasca, aired May 25, 2020.) Welcome to your fourth aural terror, under the threatening, Triple Tree with this Chemohawk Sessions spine-tingling, nerve-jingling special: Darker Mile-Marker: Mile-Marker 4 on this Episode's Road: Last Picked, First Pricked. Today, we inspect, dissect and reflect on the fourth episode of Borrasca: The Million Dollar Question. It is fascinating storytelling, indeed, when the most gripping portion of your episode is not a violent vehicular crash, but the delusional lashings of a deranged geriatric. We love Kimber, we miss WW, and Paige remains a bitchy whore; no characteristics are missed, or otherwise ignored while this Darker Mile-Marker is, by us, explored. 

-Your faux-ghost host: Falsetto Prophet and richly harmonic but deeply demonic co-host: Red Devil.

Let's dig in Drisking's dark past with this Darker Mile-Marker Broadcast...

warned... you were.

P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Maestro Tlakaelel, courtesy of the artist, Jesse Gallagher.

Attention Podience… please heed this cautionary scary advisory: "beware this stark broadcast on the dark affair of Drisking's past; never air what you hear, here, or your former fear will reappear."

Welcome, Podience, you stark, shady ladies, and dark, bent gents to this chilling, fulfilling horror-excursion-edition of Chemohawk Sessions: Darker Mile-Marker (an ungory, but unsettling episodic dissection of QCODE Media's best time-killing, fear-instilling, wine-swilling, spine-thrilling, blood-chilling podcast: Borrasca, aired May 25, 2020.) Welcome to your tertiary episode of this Chemohawk Sessions spine-tingling, nerve-jingling special: Darker Mile-Marker: Mile-Marker 3 on this Episode's Road: Missed...Don't Mean Missing. Today, we inspect, dissect and reflect on the third episode of Borrasca: Partial Remains. It is godd*** challenging to remain impartial whilst quibbling, with your parole officer, about the semantic difference between remains and partial remains pertaining to your mutilated, sole sister. We want your attention to fully remain, not partially remain, rapped for this stellar third episode we have crafted for your hungry, thirsty, curious ears, Podiece. Perhaps we can sate your grumbling guts, that feed off fear, and quench your thirst for terror as we expound on and explore this Darker Mile-Marker. As this is a Thanksgiving release today, you can give us thanks for our ability to take your sense of safety and replace it with an fstars horrifying sense of doom slash dread. 

-Your faux-ghost host: Falsetto Prophet and harmonic, demonic co-host: Red Devil.

Let's dig in Drisking's dark past with this Darker Mile-Marker Broadcast...

warned... you were.

P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Maestro Tlakaelel, courtesy of the artist, Jesse Gallagher.

F.C.F. (Fact-Checked Follow-Up #1) While it is practically impossible to discern exactly what region of Missouri Drisking is located in, due to the undeniable fact that Drisking is a fictional town, the distance from St. Louis, MO to Mephis, TN is 285 miles. I stand by my statement in this episode that 285 miles is a LONG A** distance, but that is because I loathe a windshield time of more than 3 hours. 

F.C.F. (Fact-Checked Follow-Up #2) Total death toll of the A&M-bonfire-misfire: 12, 12 Aggie-laden souls. 

F.C.F. (Fact-Checked Follow-Up #3) Supernatural, and the pilot episode: The Woman in White, aired in 2005. 

Attention Podience… please heed this cautionary scary advisory: "beware this stark broadcast on the dark affair of Drisking's past; never air what you hear, here, or your former fear will reappear."

Welcome, Podience, you stark, shady ladies, and dark, bent gents to this chilling, fulfilling horror-excursion-edition of Chemohawk Sessions: Darker Mile-Marker (an ungory, but unsettling episodic dissection of QCODE Media's best time-killing, fear-instilling, wine-swilling, spine-thrilling, blood-chilling podcast: Borrasca, aired May 25, 2020.) Welcome to your second episode of this Chemohawk Sessions spine-tingling, nerve-jingling special: Darker Mile-Marker: Mile-Marker 2 on this Episode's Road: Assembly Without Whitney. Today, we inspect, dissect and reflect on the second episode of Borrasca: The Woods Are Full. How full are the fucking woods, and how starved for horrifying revelations are you, dear Podience? Perhaps we can sate your grumbling guts that feed off fear and quench your thirst for terror as we expound on and explore this Darker Mile-Marker.

-Your faux-ghost host: Falsetto Prophet and harmonic, demonic co-host: Red Devil.

Let's dig in Drisking's dark past with this Darker Mile-Marker Broadcast...

warned... you were.

P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Maestro Tlakaelel, courtesy of the artist, Jesse Gallagher.

B.R. (Belated Realization #1) Chad Radwell is a character from the great comedic/horror show: Scream Queens; in my extreme excitement I simply stated "from Scream" in this episode. 

B.R. (Belated Realization #2) Sam Walker is located by the local cops at precisely 1:00 in the morning. This ignites some curiosity in Mr. Prophet as that is such a specific time to be rescued. Will this lead to a realization or revelation later? 

F.C.F. (Fact Check Follow-Up) The lucky, or unlucky depending on whether Whitney is present or missing, Whitaker brother who gets to date the fiery Whitney is named Kevin... Kevin Whitaker. 

Attention Podience… please heed this cautionary scary advisory: "beware this stark broadcast on the dark affair of Drisking's past; never air what you hear, here, or your former fear will reappear."

Welcome, Podience, you stark, shady ladies, and dark, bent gents to this chilling, fulfilling horror-excursion-edition of Chemohawk Sessions: Darker Mile-Marker (an ungory, but unsettling episodic dissection of QCODE Media's best time-killing, fear-instilling, wine-swilling, spine-thrilling, blood-chilling podcast: Borrasca, aired May 25, 2020.) Welcome to your premiere episode of this Chemohawk Sessions spine-tingling, nerve-jingling special: Darker Mile-Marker: Mile-Marker 1 on this Episode's Road: Triple Tree Debris and Drug-Free Pee. Today, we inspect, dissect and reflect on the first episode of Borrasca: Tell me About Whitney. 

-Your faux-ghost host: Falsetto Prophet and harmonic, demonic co-host: Red Devil.

Let's dig in Drisking's dark past with this Darker Mile-Marker Broadcast...

warned... you were. 

P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Maestro Tlakaelel, courtesy of the artist, Jesse Gallagher.

B.R. (Belated Realization) If the tune that Graham Walker is, in fact, singing is House of the Rising Sun, it is worth mentioning that this song was originally known by American Miners in 1905. The beginning lyrics to the original version are: 

There is a house in New Orleans, it's called the Rising Sun

Suspense effectively f****** built as this subtle reference to mining adds additional weight to the extant theory: a wendigo is prowling the mountainside. 

Welcome, Podience, you stark, shady ladies, and dark, bent gents to this chilling, fulfilling edition of Chemohawk Sessions: Darker Mile-Marker (an ungory, but unsettling episodic dissection of QCODE Media's best time-killing, fear-instilling, wine-swilling, spine-thrilling, blood-chilling podcast: Borrasca, aired May 25, 2020.) I promised you, Podience, when we embarked upon this auditory journey, this would be an anthology series. This terrifying, exhilarating Chemohawk Sessions excursion remains linked to both my past cancer and present Othello. How? You ask. I testify here, and fstars now, that engrossing stories and professional podcasts, such as Borrasca, afforded me a free therapy, the therapy of distraction, whilst enduring chemotherapy; Othello loyally perched on my lap while I listened. Here, Red Devil and I will inspect, dissect and reflect on each episode of the haunting, daunting auditory experience, Borrasca. In part, this serves as sheer celebration for this auditory story we both found discomforting comfort in, the tale's source material as fictional as it is frictional for, like a gorgeous grotesquery, you are both engulfed and repulsed by the subject matter in concert. We'll present our roundtable recap of each episode, in sequential, episodic order, thus remaining true to our dual mission: mining deep mysteries of Drisking's mines and opining warming words for this cold-blooded horror show. Tune in, turn up, and listen well--while we tap fear from a deep, vast well. Let's dig in Drisking's dark past with this Darker Mile-Marker Broadcast. -Falsetto and Red Devil

Attention Podience… please heed this cautionary scary advisory: "Beware this stark broadcast on dark affairs of Drisking's past; never air what you hear, here, or your former fear will reappear."

P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Maestro Tlakaelel, courtesy of the artist, Jesse Gallagher.

Podience, welcome to WWWWW: Warm, Wooing Worded Whiskey Wednesday, where we pour whiskey, sip, and let truths, out our mouths, riskily slip while we unearth and resolve the world's woes. Here, we legit s*** sweetly, never sourly-- although whiskey fuc**** sours are permitted-- heavily drink, deeply think and find, between temporary worldwide grief and lasting relief, a link. It's no easy feat to, these worldly worries, defeat, but Wam Bam Kam and Falsetto slay and fillet dumba** concerns you may sometimes find yourself plagued with. Imbibe, with us, the cool, calming confection of the unholy spirit water. Today, on this Whisk Wed episode, we will talk about love and how it remains an apt acronym: Living on Violent Emotion. It is through love's violent godd*** emotion that we stoke commotion, stir motion, imbibe a most passionate potion, ponder on lovely notions and aggressively seek an elevated status of promotion on life's tiered pole totem. We proceed enamored, with ourselves, with our better halves, with old versions of us when we wax nostalgic and, naturally, we profess our love for our intelligent but oft unintelligible 4-legged creatures. We are podmakers, not matchmakers, dearest Podience, we preach not about affairs we don't know, but, instead, we pod and cast where few have the taters to go. There is a surplus of sarcastic nihilism and fatalistic gloom flowing through our cultural vale, and no paucity of hate, but while LOVE remains a violent emotion, it is one that we inflate, not castrate. Love, Podience, but in keeping with the tenet of nothing to excess…ceiling that love so that it does not consume you. Unwind, with WBK and me, that sobering, downright lovestruck daily grind with a loveless, lovely or loveable comrade... and your cocktail of choice. Relax, sip slow, and allow, into your ears, these Chemohawk Session wavelengths to flow. I don't know about Cupid's flimsy arrow, but I work to keep my view wider--less narrow-- I know this is the proper path without reading a Tarot. Welcome to your 10th Wednesday: Whiskey Wednesdays with WBK: WhisKEY to One's Heart. Our premiere episode of a digit double, so, too, are we seeing double: unwind, with our tipsy fstars selves, the sobering daily grind.

Cheers, Podience! - Falsetto 

P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro track, Kurt, courtesy of the artist, Cheel.

Podience, welcome to NROHWW: Ninth Ring of Hell Whiskey Wednesday, where we pour whiskey, sip, and let truths, out our mouths, riskily slip while we unearth and resolve the world's woes. Here, we legit s*** demonically, devilfuc**** heavily drink, deeply think and find, between worldwide grief and bona fide relief, a link. It's no easy feat to, these worldly worries, defeat, but Wam Bam Kam and Falsetto slay and fillet dumba** concerns you may sometimes find yourself plagued with. Imbibe, with us, the cool, calming confection of the unholy spirit water. Today, on this Whisk Wed episode, I sing segments of the powerful, masterful post-grunge track: My Own Prison (Creed 1997) throughout as we discuss the best way to punish and purify the predators by a devilish, demonic force, possessed. The only thing I enjoy more than touching Othello is dialoguing on touchy, touchy topics. How do you best address a criminal act in the moment? A slap on the proverbial wrist or maiming and/or deadly fstars force? We proceed cautiously, with our lyrical, metaphorical safeties on, but we proceed still. We ask you, Podience, what do we do with those who skirt, bend, brake and forsake the law? How often, and to what mathematical precision does the punishment fit the crime like a blood-soaked-glove on he who shares the name of my second favorite cat, O.J? We are the podcasters, not police, dearest Podience, we preach not about affairs we do not know, but instead we pod and cast where few have the cojones to go. I would not want to be a cop, nor a criminal, rather an informed, non-deformed caster with my mic blasting the power of Predator's plasma blaster. America may be the land of the free, but it never claimed to be the safest place to be-- for you... or for me. Let the perfect punishment compliment the imperfect crime and while some are doing, or being undone by, time, I craft this clever punishable-by a fine-pun rhyme.

Unwind, with WBK and me, that sobering, downright criminal daily grind with a free, paroled, or imprisoned comrade and your cocktail of choice. Relax, sip slow, and allow, into your ears, these Chemohawk Session wavelengths to flow. I don't know about the slammer clink's walls, but I can speak intelligently about bathroom stalls, just remember my tale of that yellow-bearded, drunk-trucker-Santa Claus. Welcome to your 9th Wednesday: Whiskey Wednesdays with WBK: Throw Away the WhisKEY. As we are seeing double, so, too, will I speak double: unwind, with our tipsy fstars selves, the sobering daily grind.

Cheers, Podience! - Falsetto

P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro track, Kurt, courtesy of the artist, Cheel.

F.C.F.U. (Fact-Check Follow Up #1) Following British importation of opium to China in the 1760s, the prevalence of drugs, in China, increased tenfold. This was further aggravated after the failure of the Opium Wars between the United Kingdom and the Qing Empire in China with the goal of compelling China to import British Opium; this forced China to enable the opium trade, with disastrous social and public health consequences.

F.C.F.U. (Fact-Check Follow Up #2) The RHCP song that speaks to gravity: Aeroplane and the repeated lyrics: "I'm overcoming gravity."

F.C.F.U. (Fact-Check Follow Up #3) The precise trifecta of options for a young Will Hunting in Good Will Hunting: "He used to just put a belt, a stick, and a wrench on the table. Just say, "Choose."

Podience, welcome to AWWW: Angel Wing Whiskey Wednesday, the concluding portion of a two-parter, where we pour whiskey, sip, and let truths, out our mouths, riskily slip while we unearth and resolve the world's woes. Here, we legit s*** heavenly fatherfuc**** heavily drink, deeply think and find, between world-wide grief and vast relief, a link. It's no easy feat to, these worldly worries, defeat, but Wam Bam Kam and Falsetto slay and fillet dumba** concerns you may sometimes find yourself plagued with. Imbibe, with us, the cool, calming confection: the unholy spirit water. This was originally to be a standard, garden variety, cookie cutter, WW episode, but we learned our lasting lesson-- when you speak on topics under the umbrella of the almighty, your WIFI power and communication connection might just be smote and fuc**** severed. Cautiously we proceed, but we proceed still. We ask you, Podience, do we have divine free will, is it some delayed part of the devil's deal, or have we all swallowed some surreal red pill? I consider myself holistically unholy, I believe cheetah to be a magical, heavenly creature, but not the roly-poly. We are the podcasters, Podience, we preach not the trinity divinity, instead; there's a logical modality and a sexy, masculine tonality to our duality and remember, Podience, WBK lives in state which legally permits bestiality, while, here, we embrace rationality, informality and cordiality. Unwind, with WBK and me, that sobering, devout daily grind with a non-denominational comrade and your cocktail of choice. Relax, sip slow, and allow, into your ears, these Chemohawk Session wavelengths to flow. I don't know about the man upstairs, but I do know that if you want to learn more of The Basement Party, we'll gladly usher you downstairs. Welcome to your 8th Wednesday: Whiskey Wednesdays with WBK: WhisKEY to the Kingdom (Part 2).

Cheers, Podience! - Falsetto

P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro track, Kurt, courtesy of the artist, Cheel.

F.C.F.U. (Fact-Check Follow Up #1) Bible verses about proselytism... Matthew 28:19-20: "Go therefore and make disciples of all the nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, teaching them to observe all things that I have commanded you; and lo, I am with you always, even to the end of the age."

F.C.F.U. (Fact-Check Follow Up #2) Arnold Schwarzenegger had three heart valve surgeries. On April 16, 1997, Arnold Schwarzenegger underwent elective heart surgery to replace a defective, congenital aortic heart valve. The film End of Days was filmed after this. 

Podience, welcome to AWWW: Angel Wing Whiskey Wednesday where we pour whiskey, sip, and let truths, out our mouths, riskily slip while we unearth and resolve the world's woes. Here, we legit s*** heavenly fatherfuc**** heavily drink, deeply think and find, between world-wide grief and vast relief, a link. It's no easy feat to, these worldly worries, defeat, but Wam Bam Kam and Falsetto slay and fillet dumba** concerns you may sometimes find yourself plagued with. Imbibe, with us, the cool, calming confection: the unholy spirit water. There was a time, dear listeners, when people gesticulated, as though possessed, towards the sky, screamed, hulked-out and their eyes leaked dry during a lengthy, wailing cry--it was assumed they were possessed by evil entities. Knowledge, progress and the scientific fstars method have clued we contemporary flesh forms into the unassailable fact that some provocative phenomena can be studied, measured and articulated. We ask you, Podience, do we have divine free will, is it some delayed part of the devil's deal, or have we all swallowed some surreal red pill? I consider myself holistically unholy, WBK is the mighty hockey stick to my goalie, and we both love the ever loving shit out of ravioli. We are the podcasters, podience, of devilish divinity, we are but a duo, not some otherworldly trinity, and remember, Podience, WBK loves Serenity, the film, based on Firefly! Unwind, with WBK and me, that sobering, devout daily grind with a non-denominational comrade and your cocktail of choice. Relax, sip slow, and allow, into your ears, these Chemohawk Session wavelengths to flow. I don't know about the man upstairs, but I do know that if you want to learn more of The Basement Party, we'll gladly usher you downstairs. WELCOME TO: 7th Wednesday: Whiskey Wednesdays with WBK: WhisKEY to the Kingdom

Cheers, Podience! - Falsetto

P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro track, Kurt, courtesy of the artist, Cheel.

Podience, welcome to a WWWW: World War Whiskey Wednesday where we pour whiskey, sip, and let truths, out our mouths, riskily slip while we unearth and resolve the world's woes. Here, we legit s*** brotherfuc**** heavily drink, deeply think and find, between world-wide grief and vast relief, a link. It's no easy feat to, these worldly worries, defeat, but together, Wam Bam Kam and Falsetto slay, and fillet dumba** concerns you may sometimes find yourself plagued with. Imbibe, with us, the cool, calming confection: The Kamikaze… so explosive as it hits your pallet, and with its immodest, alcohol content, leaves a bang on your taste buds and will leave you drunk, drowsy and feeling bombed. Worry, not, Podience, you will find your sea legs again. Also, you can order these at your favorite dive bomb… I apologize Podience, you can consume these confections and get bombed at your favorite dive. Lift your honorable glass and sip as we CHEERS a long-ago victory born out of a desire to win and rooted in the inability to be defeated. We honor those who brought dishonor upon a merciless, practically unkillable, not-to-be-trifled-with cluster of island combatants. Unwind, with WBK and me, that sobering daily grind with a comrade and your cocktail of choice. Relax, sip slow, and allow, into your ears, these Chemohawk Session wavelengths to flow. Cheers, Podience! - Falsetto

P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro track, Kurt, courtesy of the artist, Cheel.

B.L. (Belated realization #1) Before the war, Japan imported the vast majority of its oil from the United States and subsequently... from conquered territories, primarily the Dutch East Indies, Formosa (Taiwan), China, and Burma. Without American oil, their imports were significantly diminished.

B.L. (Belated realization #2) The actual dialogue from that pivotal and resounding scene in 300:

I see I was wrong to expect Sparta's commitment to at least match our own.

King Leo: Doesn't it?

King Leo: You there, what is your profession?

I am a potter... sir.

King Leo: And you, Arcadian, what is your profession?

Sculptor, sir.

King Leo: You?

Blacksmith.

King Leo: [turns back shouting] SPARTANS! What is YOUR profession?

HA-OOH! HA-OOH! HA-OOH!

King Leo: [turning to Daxos] You see, old friend? I brought more soldiers than you did!

B.L. (Belated realization #3) Soldiers from Black Hawk Down consisted of the Ranger Regiment of the Army Rangers, Delta Force and the 160th Special Operations Aviation Regiment (Airborne) A.K.A. the Night Stalkers.