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 thirteenth scary, auditory advisory under the persistent, looming shade of the snow-capped threatening, Triple Tree with this Chemohawk Sessions spine-tingling, nerve-jingling special: Darker Mile-Marker: Mile-Marker 13 on this Episode's Road: Her Source Reveal Still Feels Surreal. Today, we inspect, dissect and reflect on the fourth episode of season two (13th episode chronologically) of Borrasca: An Unlikely Tomb. Today, Kimber, courtesy of J.P., gets her a** tased, but her redheaded a** is dazed, not dead and simply grows more crazed-- she STILL wants to drive-- with a trunk load of gats. Sam, like us, is shocked by K's source, but the heroin needs to run its course, Sam needs to detox fast to face his deadly dad slash chief of the Drisking police force. Jimmy proves a fucking rat, he can make, sound sinister, even idle chit chat, but K is not fuc**** around as she's a hellcat armed for combat. We learn that Kimber's handler was Graham, J.P. reminds Sam to get with the program and, sadly, K-- will never need a sonogram. Sam wants to further his goal of patricide, he slays, by flushing, his drug-fueled demon dragons in stride, will Sam remain clear eyed or will his junkie a** backslide? The answer is... you must remember Drisking's now a snow-covered town, Kimber's love for Sam is so deep she spares him another X-mas flick, but K still thinks to wish him Merry Christmas, but let's be real, she should have said very wary, scary find a new mile-marker body to bury Christ-mass-shooting for the circumstances here are far, far from fuc**** conventional. We discuss the bedside manner of a devoted Shortcake, dark Drisking intrigue surrounding the missing McCaskeys in the mine, a miniature, replica treehouse of horrors and the need for their parolee pal high-tech hacker as Graham Walker is no slacker; neither plot thread nor implied dread is missed, omitted or otherwise ignored while this double-digit Darker Mile-Marker is, by us, explored.

Replacing snake dragon drugs with Shortcake's hugs …your faux-ghost host: Falsetto Prophet and one wily redhead getting tased into a daze… 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 while we rehash old mile-markers of Drisking's past with this Darker Mile-Marker broadcast…

In this next chapter, Jimmy does what he does best… talks mad shit and we all feel, in our collective tummies, a pit. Mile-Marker, the MM, should be replaced by BB for Buried Bodies or remain MM for Missing McCaskeys. Michael, Matthew and...Frederick.

twice warned... you were!

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