Wrong Station

It's the arcane knowledge you neither wanted nor asked for. In celebration of an unspecified number, or measure of that number, of Wrong Stations (tm [tongue-in-mouth]), we present your sinners' souls with: THE MOST WRONGE STATION: AN ORAL RECOUNTING MOST HISTORICAL.

--Written by Alexander Saxton, Anthony Botelho, and Jacob Duarte Spiel.

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"Fur, fins, scales, wings, legs: they all popped from the surface of the inert matter, as if testing the environment to see what adaptation would be most advantageous. Finding their niche in the constantly changing, radioactive world. I can’t be certain, but I’m not sure anything ever truly dies here."

--Written by Jacob Duarte Spiel.

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The candle sputtered as bits of badly-rendered fat crackled in the burning tallow. Exhausted from the day’s work, he sat back on his cot, watching the smoke rise like rain in reverse, to pool on the ceiling.

Then something interesting began to happen.

--Written by Alexander Saxton.

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As a child, I’d loved this forest; maybe because it was where I went to get away from the cottage, and the dark, brooding pressure of my Grandfather’s presence. But something had changed. The woods no longer seemed like a place of reprieve. I felt that I was being… not watched, per se, but noticed, and that it wasn’t a friendly kind of noticing.

--Written by Alexander Saxton.

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"Year... II? Yes, it must still be. Brother! The pocket watch tells me it is now Prairial, which is strange, one because it is broken, and two, because it is only supposed to tell minutes and hours, not months. Nevertheless, greetings from Chateau Malheur-Infini!"

--Written by Alexander Saxton.

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“I have done what you forced me to do,” he said. “I have initiated The Final Snow.”

Even dampened by the snow, she could hear the outraged cry of despair that lifted from a million throats; across the city. He had passed a sentence of death upon them, and in so doing, upon all of humankind. There were no worlds left, and no ships left to go to them.

--Written by Alexander Saxton.

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Nothing specific about this episode, no no, not at all, oh no no my friends...

--Written by Alexander Saxton, Anthony Botelho, and Jacob Duarte Spiel.

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“Here’s the place,” she said, and then loitered by the door, impatient for us to get out. The apartment was a little grimy: she hadn’t cleaned up after the previous tenants, but it was nothing objectionable. I only had one question.

“What’s that door in the hallway?”

--Written by Alexander Saxton and performed by Breanna Maloney.

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“I guess I always wanted to be a farmer.” I expected laughter, but instead the silence plunged deeper.

“No,” said the farmer. “You don’t. The vermin, the too-small harvest, the too-big loneliness, up before dawn, asleep after dark. The forces of nature and God bending you to their will. Breaking you. And of course, this part of the country is prone to The Early Frost.”

--Written by Jacob Duarte Spiel.

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