Long faded graffiti begins to reappear all over the city. Do you see it? No? Turn your head to the side? See it now?
“Radio Free Fae for the club’s latest news and updates.”
Radio Free Fae Podcasts will be posted at least once per season. The news broadcasts have been digitally altered to make the voice unrecognizable
The graffiti displayed access instructions to some obscure web address 196.168.1.1.7:48679
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Hello heavily spiced girls and puppy dog tailed boys. It’s been a while but I’ve heard rumors that some people are being busy bees and looking for ways to get the word out. Well, DJ Ötzal is here to help with a whole new Radio Free Fae podcast, now taking submissions. Send me a story and I’ll get it published. Names changed to protect the innocent of course. Or if Mrs. Tesla ever gets her puzzlebox working, you can use that too. Don’t worry, I’ll wait.
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Really though, who uses snail mail anymore these days?
Now let’s kick things off!
A bit of late news in case you missed it. Let all the little munchkins rejoice, the wicked old Sandman is dead. Not to be confused with the new Sandman. All it took was dropping a Wasp, a Violin, a Fish and a Mountain on them. It might surprise you but it was the Insect’s sting that finally did the Candyman in. May he turn in his grave and let the rest of us rest in peace.
And don’t worry about all the munchkins still having bad dreams from the whole experience. The Golden Voice, the Fiddler, and the Ghost Whisperer have set up a Lullaby League.
The rivalry between our resident Word Duelist and the Racoon seems to have been resolved. By which I mean no barbed insults were thrown and Cartman didn’t flee in terror crying. So either things have improved or the swordsman is looking to lop the head off of a taller Flower.
Brienne of Tarth proved how much of a badass she is and showed that winter is not coming. Came out on top when a Wight challenged her to duel, made the Stone speak a whole story, and then set off a bunch of red comets in the sky of our backyard. Now all she needs to do is whip all those new recruits into dragon hunters so we can take down Baron Targaryen.
Good morning Specter and Sneak Thief; your mission should you chose to accept it: retrieve a valuable bond agreement from the Band of Brothers at any cost. Beware of rogue elements with the same objective. Further information unavailable at this time. As always, should you or any of your team be caught or killed the Secretary will disavow any knowledge of you actions. This recording will self-destruct in five seconds. Good luck.
I’ve heard some whispers coming through the Doors that an expedition was mounted to the Four Seasons’ backyard. Brawny Man, Galadriel, Mother of Invention, and Dead-man-walking did some poking around and nearly got burned for their trouble. Hot tears and almost getting killed by the god of burn victims. Hey idiots, next time you see an evil looking plant or tree, DON’T TOUCH IT OR GO NEAR IT! RUN! Common sense here my fair folks.
It wasn’t a complete loss. The elf got a bit of ivory and has plans to set up a club house somewhere safer.
A little yellow birdie told me a story. Or it might have been white. I don’t remember. Anyway, word at the Okay Saloon is a Black and White Film Star, Marvel’s Rocket, General Earp, and Blonde Nell Fenwick, have set a meet to move some feathery product for a dangerous desperado whose name escapes my memory. I want to say… Dane? I don’t know. It’s long past midnight when I make these recordings. Cut me some slack. They can’t all be witty masterpieces.
A night of dancing almost ended in tragedy when a group of method actors became a little too invested in their roles and props. There was a chop happy Red Queen, a couple Van Helsings, and an attempt to answer the age old question of whether pirates or ninjas are better. Not even making this stuff up. I blame the irresponsible vendors that sold weapons to Norman. I’ll let Sophie Bextor explain would could have happened if Scraps and Gender-Bent d’Artagnan hadn’t been there to save the day.
Got a plot straight out a horror movie. Scarred ex-military, Quasimodo, and Princess Mononoke may have discovered a factory that’s the source of pod people. Details are scarce right now but you know it's bad when hitting the big red button hasn't worked. I’ll let you know if they end up fighting a conveyor belt or something worse.
More old news but trust me this took some digging into the briar patch to find out. Do you remember when Julia Child disappeared after a food fight. No? Well then you're either new or haven’t been paying attention to the food the club has been serving lately. Turns out she’s working at a colorful bristo. Apparently debts needed to be paid. Got a very uncomfortable ‘stay in the kitchen’ vibe from some of the vendors, though. If you get the chance, stop by and check to make sure she stays okay. May not be part of the club anymore but she is one of us. Be careful though. Valkyrie, Bumblebee, the Masked Bandit, Gargoyle, Strings, and Shadow may have worn out our welcome. Maybe helping Mr. Tartan get his toys back will help sooth hurt feelings.
And finally, as Spring comes and the seasons change let’s watch one final video that perfectly encapsulates the transition.