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 tenth 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 10 on this Episode's Road: Chilly Welcome, Chilling Reception. Today, we inspect, dissect and reflect on the first episode of season two (10th episode chronologically) of Borrasca: Welcome Home.
Kimber is, in fact, alive--not only did her redheaded a** survive, but SHE WANTS to drive-- with a trunk load of gats, Sam, shocked by her arsenal, claims they're no threat, simply gnats-- K's a hellcat armed for fuc**** combat. We hear a self-read resume to sell us on Eric as he joins this trident dream team stuck in a living, sleepless nightmare, but this trio does not easily scare-- they've reasons to face Drisking and search for damming servers there. Sam capitalizes on Kyle's dogged coma, though narrowly scoring his own diploma, and thinks he's wise to chauffer K to the mangling, strangling mouth of distant, dangling Drisking. Perhaps he's strangely intoxicated by Kimber's drug-free aroma, or her fresh foul-mouthed persona, the steep gas station snacks he buys… cost more than a Toyota godd*** Tacoma, but you must remember… Drisking's now a snow-capped town, Kimber's red hair is now so bright, it's godd*** pink, the hand delivered newspapers are now both oddly complimentary and costly for the circumstances here are far, far from fuc**** conventional. We discuss the trigger-happy, rarely sappy wiles of Kimber while stumbling upon a new snowy mile-marker, and we peer at the alleged owner of one ruffling red truck; neither plot thread nor implied dread is missed, omitted or otherwise ignored while this double-digit Darker Mile-Marker is, by us, explored.
Driving you through Drisking's chilly, chilling snow-capped terrain with a carload of gats, rekindled pain, and one pork-rind-munching fare who's grown more profane… your faux-ghost host: Falsetto Prophet and an unwitting subscriber to Drisking's complimentary paper bearing a costly message co-host: Red Devil.
twice warned... you were!
-Falsetto and Red Devil
P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Maestro Tlakaelel, courtesy of the artist, Jesse Gallagher.
F.C.F.U. (Fact-Check Follow Up) The main members of the American rock band, Reliant K, are all in their very early 40's: 41, 42, 43 respectively. Red Devil was correct and true and Falsetto was erroneous and false.
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By Falsetto ProphetAttention 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 tenth 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 10 on this Episode's Road: Chilly Welcome, Chilling Reception. Today, we inspect, dissect and reflect on the first episode of season two (10th episode chronologically) of Borrasca: Welcome Home.
Kimber is, in fact, alive--not only did her redheaded a** survive, but SHE WANTS to drive-- with a trunk load of gats, Sam, shocked by her arsenal, claims they're no threat, simply gnats-- K's a hellcat armed for fuc**** combat. We hear a self-read resume to sell us on Eric as he joins this trident dream team stuck in a living, sleepless nightmare, but this trio does not easily scare-- they've reasons to face Drisking and search for damming servers there. Sam capitalizes on Kyle's dogged coma, though narrowly scoring his own diploma, and thinks he's wise to chauffer K to the mangling, strangling mouth of distant, dangling Drisking. Perhaps he's strangely intoxicated by Kimber's drug-free aroma, or her fresh foul-mouthed persona, the steep gas station snacks he buys… cost more than a Toyota godd*** Tacoma, but you must remember… Drisking's now a snow-capped town, Kimber's red hair is now so bright, it's godd*** pink, the hand delivered newspapers are now both oddly complimentary and costly for the circumstances here are far, far from fuc**** conventional. We discuss the trigger-happy, rarely sappy wiles of Kimber while stumbling upon a new snowy mile-marker, and we peer at the alleged owner of one ruffling red truck; neither plot thread nor implied dread is missed, omitted or otherwise ignored while this double-digit Darker Mile-Marker is, by us, explored.
Driving you through Drisking's chilly, chilling snow-capped terrain with a carload of gats, rekindled pain, and one pork-rind-munching fare who's grown more profane… your faux-ghost host: Falsetto Prophet and an unwitting subscriber to Drisking's complimentary paper bearing a costly message co-host: Red Devil.
twice warned... you were!
-Falsetto and Red Devil
P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Maestro Tlakaelel, courtesy of the artist, Jesse Gallagher.
F.C.F.U. (Fact-Check Follow Up) The main members of the American rock band, Reliant K, are all in their very early 40's: 41, 42, 43 respectively. Red Devil was correct and true and Falsetto was erroneous and false.