Retrograde Amnesia

You’re prisoners of foolish ambition. You’re consumers of the pod, an episode in which we’re smelling so sweetly, waiting for Kyle to say it, finally realizing what we should have known, using ass-beating thoughts as a coping mechanism, fighting...

Mutant League Football and Mutant League Hockey were convergence points across gross out children’s toys, gratuitous video game violence, and those who dared to dream up sports games for kids who weren’t especially interested in sports. But is it...

I wanna see some skull. Down in that bone zone, we’re coming up with magic city protection spells, wearing villain attire, contemplating infinity, making mother look so afraid, seeking the emasculation of self, crying in baby poop, dropping trou,...

Shut your sass hole, buddy. From our sass holes we bequeath denying god’s light from the Frontier, showing off our new clothes to everyone in the world, learning more about Alex’s Dad’s Son’s Sister Girlfriend, failing to show love in action,...

What man who desires to be a hero would let that happen? Us, obviously. We’re bleeding out of the neck, dealing with Not My First Mind Control, tempting in the desert, saying Alex and Luna over and over, screaming into Dragon Master gear (in anime),...

Graveyard duck, give me the bag. Inside of this bag you can find us feeling the magic, repeatedly getting lost in the forest, spriting a tree differently, receiving PSP-exclusive Nash backstory, dreaming bloody murder, parting bushes like the red sea,...

The time is at hand to prove the worth of your way. We’ll do that by wishing Laike was plausibly nerfed, fearing a bad lore tower, navigating pipes and catwalks, throwing shit out of a magic hat, playing fart sounds, bullying our way into a second...

No place is safe these days. Not even a podcast, unless we’re attempting to define a dragon’s lair, animating Phacia’s sprite, realizing the bad guys want to kill god, crying at the amusement park, disappointing father, impressing mother, living...

Is there a reason for these kinds of guys? Podcasters? Guys who are correcting a your/you’re situation, reminding teenagers of their mortality, speculating the origin of hole floor dungeons, banging blowing and flicking, eliminating drag references,...

I’m so hot to trot right now. Stay cool while we’re entering a spinning picture cut-scene, falling out of the sky, stealing crashed balloon parts, disregarding mortality, beating perverted slime balls, attempting a ritual, shitting on a tradesman,...