if you thought we wouldn’t talk about death, you’d be wrong : a podcast dying #068

The 2 little, mad girls rush the Broken Throne, furiously ripping eye from socket, tooth from jaw, tatter from bone, king from throne until a heap of a thing lays piled before them, dusty, worthless and lifeless.
“That is how he won me little ones.”
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‘Captain it is over’
‘the king is gone’
‘come back with us’
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“Don’t you see little ones, it all ends, it always ends, just like now, everything stops...and he can stop that. He has stopped that. So we can stop that. He has remained. We can remain. We need to stop the tragedy of it all. We can stop the tragedy of it all. It looks drastic, but it always does, we need to be drastic, we need to be bold, we need to find the way. He is the way, bold, beyond, tied to none of it. He is the way and we can stop all of the bad. We have to stop all of the bad. Help me stop bad.”
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‘he is a monster’
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“We need to be monsters. We need to be powerful and real and now. We need to stop bad.”