Attention Podience… please heed our secondary scary advisory: "beware this stark broadcast on the surfacing of Drisking's past; it's too late to air what you hear, here, for your faded, fallow fear-- has reappeared."

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, Season Two aired October 6, 2022.) Welcome to your eleventh scary, auditory advisory under the persistent, looming shade of the threatening, Triple Tree with this Chemohawk Sessions spine-tingling, nerve-jingling special: Darker Mile-Marker: Mile-Marker 11 on this Episode's Road: Recon Artists; Undercover Names and Unshaved Manes. Today, we inspect, dissect and reflect on the second episode of season two (11th episode chronologically) of Borrasca: The Gates of Borrasca. Kimber has returned! Unmolested, unperturbed and unfuc**** disturbed, she is looking very fstars alive and not only did her redheaded a** survive, but she WANTS to drive-- with a trunk load of gats. Kimber claims she tried to wake Sam from his heroin sloshed daze, but Sam is angry, confused and in a deep ablaze craze. K dropped off in a white Lincoln got me thinking that there are grand secrets here that, for now, she is keeping, as they remain incognito in their prowling around Drisking, they'll be creeping, there are cracks in their emotional foundation with horrific memories seeping, for these smoking-digital-gun-hard drives, they are sweeping, Sam is walking on a thin shallow sanity wire, but deep he's sleeping. Their galoshes crunch snow everywhere they go, and those snow squished sounds remind me of the surreal Shiny Gentleman, though that is not their intention, but you must remember… Drisking's now a snow-capped town, Kimber's desperation is far from weak, and that red herring newspaper ploy was, while a cruel fstars joke, brilliant in its delivery for the circumstances here are far, far from fuc**** conventional. We discuss Kimber's weapon of choice: a sawed-off, while an enraged Sam, on Meera, goes off, leading to one intense, broiling, boiling face-off, but lest you forgot, it was, to, WOW cartoon smut, Sam jacked-off; neither plot thread nor implied dread is missed, omitted or otherwise ignored while this double-digit Darker Mile-Marker is, by us, explored.

Hanging X-mas Lights like Sparky fuc**** Griswald, your faux-ghost host: Falsetto Prophet and spreading her husband's ashes on the side of a steep, rocky mountain until it kills her co-host: Red Devil.

Sam's on parole, Drisking abhors birth control and the cold, snowy road takes hold with a bold mile-marker.

While we host and sip dry wines, read between the misspelled signs on your tour of Drisking's mines.

Welcome to Drisking: land of one no-tell, faux hell motel; where bound ladies… and their babies, sell.

Pay, in cash, at the faux-hell-motel where we rehash old mile-markers of Drisking's past with this Darker Mile-Marker Broadcast…

**In this eleventh chapter, Kimber returns-- she was never captured, and though being wrong still burns, we feel enraptured. **

twice warned... you were!

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