[00:00:39] Speaker A: Hello, hello, hello and welcome to a not a normal episode of the Crack Die podcast. I'm your host and GM, Sean, and well, we all made it to December. It was touch and go for a little bit there, but we've made it. The year of 2020 is almost over, thank goodness. I can only say that for myself. 2020 has been a little rough for me. I'm not sure about everyone else. I think everyone's kind of in the same boat. Anyway, with the holidays rapidly approaching and things changing over here at the show, we are going to be putting out regular episodes every other week.
Now, in the weeks between our regular episodes, those are the episodes numbered 6061-6263 we are going to be putting out these five episodes. So this, as you probably have noticed by looking at your pod catcher, is 59.55.
What are these 0.5 episodes, Sean? Well, Sean, I am sure glad you asked. These .5 episodes are coming out for two reasons. Number one, I want to give you more secret knowledge that maybe the players don't know about. Maybe they do, they probably don't. And I wanted to give you guys insights onto a couple other things going on in the world of Galarian, at least how I have played it and mapped it in my head. And number two, with the holidays, we don't quite have enough episodes to make January, so we wanted to still give you guys content. And this is the content that we're giving you. So these episodes will be noticeably shorter. They will be less than an hour, but you're still going to hear our wonderful voices giving you an opening, chatting with you, reminding you about things and whatnot. Speaking of reminding you about things, December 12 Saturday, December 12, 2020.
[00:03:05] Speaker B: That's right.
[00:03:07] Speaker A: Last time this year you can get in some absalom in order right over on our Twitch channel. Twitch TV cracked die. Now, what is going on in that game? I don't know. I'm not gming it. That game is GM'd by our very own Matt, who plays twin Talon on this very show. Now head over at 01:00 p.m. Eastern Standard time to join us at Twitch TV, Crackdie, where we have absalom in order. Also, with the holidays coming up, don't forget, if you join our Patreon, we will be sending out holiday gifts for those of you who have already signed up. Thank you, number one. Number two, we are getting those cards out to you asap so you can get your holiday cracked die gifts. Lastly, for that cracked die fan in your life, check out our merch store. I know I'm shilling a lot but it's the holidays. Why not get a t shirt, get a phone case, get tights, get socks, get a coffee mug with your favorite cast members Chibi face on it. Just head over there, take a look. All of this information can be found in our show notes. I have rambled on long enough. Let's get you to this .5 episode. I'm very excited about this episode actually, so please enjoy and we will see you next week.
[00:04:48] Speaker B: Shivering that's the only thing he could feel is his body shivering on the cold muddy ground.
This is a jungle. It should be hot he thought, but no cold all around him. At least at night he got a good rest. The Taskmasters did at least let him rest. Something was wrong however.
He felt it in his stomach. The tight knot that stayed there and made it impossible to eat. Not that he really wanted to eat what was given to him but he couldn't keep anything down. Nonetheless he had seen this countless times from the others in the mine but he thought that he would be immune to it.
Drinking water now didnt even soothe the constant sore throat that he had. He knew what was next. He had seen it a thousand times before from the others.
Next was the muscle cramps. Then his skin would get darker and then the inevitable death throes that he had seen so many others go through.
He had already noticed that their normal taut green light skin was blistering and changing to a darker green. But there was no sign that these cruel churica taskmasters would let up anytime soon. Why would they? They were getting done what was needed to be done. How did he end up in this situation, he wondered. The group of butchers caught him off guard. He was jumped. He knew that for sure. There was no way that they could have beat him on a one on one. He was bound and gagged and his hands were broken. The butchers made sure of that as well. He remembered the sickening crack as a churica pounded his hands on a stone while another one turned over his bag spilling all of their components out onto the jungle floor.
Making sure that he could not cast a single spell. Not that any spells would work with broken hands. They hardly worked moving the gold. Yet he managed to do justice that move the gold from one corner to the cart, then push the cart up the hill over and over and over again.
At night he tried to see if he could get any type of magic together. He focused on his blanket, muttering the words needed and trying desperately to get his hands to move properly. A twitch at the edge of a blanket. Nothing as grand as what it should have been, but a twitch of the blanket nonetheless.
Perhaps not all was lost. If he could hold out for a few more days, even he might have a chance to get out of here.
Days passed, turning into weeks. Somehow he managed to survive. The ones that did not or could not survive were thrown unceremoniously into the water at the bottom of the pit. He knew that he needed to escape, and the sooner the better. His skin had indeed begun to blister and turn into a dark green, almost black, and sag off his bones as if trying to slither away.
His throat burned with every gulp of water that he was given. Something must be happening out there. The churica had been making them work harder and harder. Something must be going wrong for them.
A few more days later, as he worked, he couldn't take it much more. The inability to keep food down the burning throat. He just collapsed, unable to work anymore.
One of the churica butchers unceremoniously carted his body to the cots just outside the bunkhouse.
In that guttural noise the creatures hear call, a language, they gave him two options. He'll either get better or, like most of the workers here, die.
The bogas begin to stand guard with their crossbows drawn. But what was that sound in the distance? Was that fighting? A strange roar? Something he has not heard for a while, shrieking from some type of bird or demon. Then a commotion in the distance. More screaming, and the churica comes scrambling out of the bunkhouse. More and more screaming, a fog.
The roar of a dinosaur. The kobold that had been in charge runs by, yelling. It feels like hours pass, but only mere moments.
Silence falls over the building now. The boggards are on high alert now, but most of the churkaw are either hiding or dead.
[00:09:27] Speaker A: It seems.
[00:09:28] Speaker B: If only he had the strength, this would be the opening that he needed to escape.
He tries to push himself up onto an elbow to see the damage caused by the unknown entities.
Wracked with a coughing fit, he collapses back down. There is no way that the camp can rebuild by tomorrow, he thinks to himself.
Perhaps tomorrow he will have the strength to escape.
Perhaps tomorrow.
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