Summary

This month on Strangers we highlight one of our skill zines, Basic First Aid for Emergencies by Riot Medicine. Bex comes on to share some stories about responding to emergencies. They also talk about the importance of first aid and why everyone should learn a little. The word of the month is a very well named plant

Guest Info

Riot Medicine and their other work can be found at https://riotmedicine.net/

Publisher

This podcast is published by Strangers In A Tangled Wilderness. We can be found at www.tangledwilderness.org or on Twitter @tangledwild. You can support this show by subscribing to our Patreon at https://www.patreon.com/strangersinatangledwilderness

Our Kickstarter for Penumbra City can be found here: https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/penumbra-city/penumbra-city

Host

The Host is Inmn Neruin. You can find them on instagram @shadowtail.artificery

The Reader is Bea Flowers. You can find them here.

Reader

The reader is Bea Flowers. It can be found at https://www.voices.com/profile/beaflowers

Theme music

The theme song was written and performed by Margaret Killjoy. You can find her at http://birdsbeforethestorm.net or on twitter @MagpieKilljoy.

Summary

This month on Strangers, we have a short memoir like piece by Molly B’Damn called Moll Parts. It’s a nonlinear story of vignettes about working in strip clubs for ten years. After the story, stay for an interview with the author and a special guest interviewer. The word of the month this month is the unlikely origin and meaning of what might be your name.

Guest Info

Molly B'Damn (She/her) can be found on Instagram @Molly.BDamn

Publisher

This podcast is published by Strangers In A Tangled Wilderness. We can be found at www.tangledwilderness.org or on Twitter @tangledwild. You can support this show by subscribing to our Patreon at https://www.patreon.com/strangersinatangledwilderness

Host

The Host is Inmn Neruin. You can find them on instagram @shadowtail.artificery

The Reader is Bea Flowers. You can find them here.

Reader

The reader is Bea Flowers. It can be found at https://www.voices.com/profile/beaflowers

Theme music

The theme song was written and performed by Margaret Killjoy. You can find her at http://birdsbeforethestorm.net or on twitter @MagpieKilljoy.

Episode Notes

Summary

This month on Strangers, we have a short piece of science fiction by G.J. Morbidelli called “The Case of Arog Bine” a story about the multigenerational task of repairing a ship and the strange machines you might meet along the way. After the story, Inmn and George talk about writing, world building, and sci-fi tropes. The word of the month might be about scavenging for food, or getting into fights.

Guest Info

The guest is George Morbidelli (He/Him). George can be found on twitter @Agit_hop and you can listen to his old podcast Ransom Notes on the Channel Zero Network

Publisher

This podcast is published by Strangers In A Tangled Wilderness. We can be found at www.tangledwilderness.org or on Twitter @tangledwild. You can support this show by subscribing to our Patreon at https://www.patreon.com/strangersinatangledwilderness

Host

The Host is Inmn Neruin. You can find them on instagram @shadowtail.artificery

The Reader is Bea Flowers. You can find them here.

Theme music

The theme song was written and performed by Margaret Killjoy. You can find her at http://birdsbeforethestorm.net or on twitter @magpiekilloy.

Summary

"Lidlekh" is an exploration of the music and history of the Vilna Ghetto Uprising. Aurora tells Inmn about the resistance fighters, poets, and musicians that participated in the underground resistance of the Nazi occupation of Poland. They talk about the power of music, historical contexts, the mythos of the dark forest, and the true history of the Avengers. It features songs from Hirsh Glick, Shmerke Kaczerginski and Rikle Glazer. Aurora preforms her versions of Zog Nit Keymol, Shtil Di Nakht, and Barikadn. The zine contains a written version of S'iz Geven A Zumertog. You can find a pdf of the zine at Tangledwilderness.org and follow along in English or Yiddish. The zine contains bios of the composers as well as a general history of the Vilna Ghetto. Our zine version is heavily abridged from a larger version that Aurora self-published.

Guest Info

Aurora (she/her) cannot be found on the internet. However, if you would like the full version of Lidlekh, you can email her at [email protected].

The songs were adapted and preformed by Aurora.

Publisher

This podcast is published by Strangers In A Tangled Wilderness. We can be found at www.tangledwilderness.org or on Twitter @tangledwild. You can support this show by subscribing to our Patreon at https://www.patreon.com/strangersinatangledwilderness

Host

The Host is Inmn Neruin. You can find them on instagram @shadowtail.artificery

Theme music

The theme song was written and performed by Margaret Killjoy. You can find her at http://birdsbeforethestorm.net or on twitter @magpiekillNotes go here

Summary

We play an RPG written by Inmn with some of the folks from It Could Happen Here. The game is set in the world of Margaret's new book, Escape from Incel Island.

To cope with rising misogynist violence, the US government offered people a golden opportunity: any one who felt like they were owed a free woman could move to a remote island and be given one.

The offer was, of course, a trap.

The party is made up of a charming Volcel, the Liver King meets Andrew Tate, a trapped failed murder-tourist, a cultist of Dagon, and a humanitarian trying to bring the word of Christ to the island, respectively. The party finds themselves in the dungeon of the King of the Incels, but they have heard there’s a recently abandoned oil tanker off the coast, near the Volcel encampment, but some special forces units have also been trapped on the island and they are making a dash for the oil tanker as well.

Guest Info

Margaret Killjoy: Host of Cool People Who Did Cool Stuff: Twitter @magpiekilljoy. Robert Evans: Host of Behind the Bastards and It could Happen Here. Twitter: @IwriteOK Shereen Lani Younes: Host of Ethnically Ambiguous. Twitter: @sheerohero666 Gare Davis: Host on It Could Happen Here. Twitter: @hungrybowtie James Stout: Host on It Could Happen Here. Twitter: @jamesstout

Publisher

This podcast is published by Strangers In A Tangled Wilderness. We can be found at www.tangledwilderness.org or on Twitter @tangledwild. You can support this show by subscribing to our Patreon at https://www.patreon.com/strangersinatangledwilderness

Host

The Host is Inmn Neruin. You can find them on instagram @shadowtail.artificery

Theme music

The theme song was written and performed by Margaret Killjoy. You can find her at http://birdsbeforethestorm.net or on twitter @magpiekilljoy

Summary

A short fictional piece about creation, love, the wind and the moon. Afterwards, Inmn talks to Alex, about writing, myths, DIY theater, a horrifying legal system, and exploring love through cataclysm.

Guest Info

Alex Dial (He/Him) is a writer and circus performer. He can be found on Mastodon @Betacuck4life.

Publisher

This podcast is published by Strangers In A Tangled Wilderness. We can be found at www.tangledwilderness.org or on Twitter @tangledwild. You can support this show by subscribing to our Patreon at https://www.patreon.com/strangersinatangledwilderness

Host

The Host is Inmn Neruin. You can find them on instagram @shadowtail.artificery

Theme music

The theme song was written and performed by Margaret Killjoy. You can find her at http://birdsbeforethestorm.net or on twitter @magpiekilljoy

Next Episode

Jan. 31st: A play through of Inmn's RPG "Escape from Incel Island", played with Margaret Killjoy, and some other podcasters.

Episode Notes

Summary A short personal article about wool diapers, and the importance of natural fibers and passing on knowledge. After the article, Inmn interviews Kelly about making things, writing, preparedness, monstrosity and a bunch of other things.

Guest Info

Kelly Rose Pflug-Back (She/they) does all kinds of writing from, grass roots journalism to poetry, and fiction. She also likes to sew clothes and make textile art and teaches both writing and textile creation. You can find Kelly at Text&Textiles or on Instagram @kellyrosecreates. You can find Kelly's full length poetry collection The Hammer of Witches at Dagger Editions from Caitlin Press.

Publisher

This podcast is published by Strangers In A Tangled Wilderness. We can be found at www.tangledwilderness.org or on Twitter @tangledwild. You can support this show by subscribing to our Patreon at https://www.patreon.com/strangersinatangledwilderness

Host

The Host is Inmn Neruin. You can find them on instagram @shadowtail.artificery

Reader

The Reader is Bea Flowers. If you would like to hear Bea narrate other things, or would like to get them to read things for you check them out at https://voicebea.wixsite.com/website

Theme music

The theme song was written and performed by Margaret Killjoy. You can find her at http://birdsbeforethestorm.net or on twitter @magpiekilljoy

Next Episode

December 31st: Why the Wind Howls by Alex Di

Episode Notes

Summary

Inmn talks with fellow Strangers Collective member Io about their comic "Make Total Destroy." We talk about comix with an 'x', how to make comics, the weird world of comics, how DC might steal your ideas, anarchist struggles in Exarcheia, Greece, and some wacky anecdotes that will have Bugs Bunny going "wtf?!"

Guest Info

Io can be found on Twitter @Bum_lung or on Instagram @Bum.Lung or you can find shirts and patches that they make on Etsy at https://www.etsy.com/shop/BumLung

Publisher

This podcast is published by Strangers In A Tangled Wilderness. We can be found at www.tangledwilderness.org or on Twitter @tangledwild. You can support this show by subscribing to our Patreon at https://www.patreon.com/strangersinatangledwilderness

Host

The Host is Inmn Neruin. You can find them on instagram @shadowtail.artificery

Theme Music

The theme song was written and performed by Margaret Killjoy. You can find her at http://birdsbeforethestorm.net or on twitter @magpiekilljoy

Next Episode

November 30th: "Why Sheep Might Save Your Life One Day" by Kelly Rose Phlug-Back

Episode Notes

Summary Explore Cindy Milstein's new book, Try Anarchism For Life with the prologue and an interview with the author where we talk about about the story behind their new book, why you might consider trying anarchism, and the importance of story telling.

Try Anarchism For Life is out on November 1st, though you can preorder it right now on our website www.tangledwilderness.org.

Guest Info The author can be found on Instagram or Twitter @CindyMilstein.

Publisher This podcast is published by Strangers In A Tangled Wilderness. We can be found at www.tangledwilderness.org or on Twitter @tangledwild. You can support this show by subscribing to our Patreon at https://www.patreon.com/strangersinatangledwilderness

Host The Host is Inmn Neruin. You can find them on instagram @shadowtail.artificery

Reader The Reader is Bea Flowers. If you would like to hear Bea narrate other things, or would like to get them to read things for you check them out at https://voicebea.wixsite.com/website

Theme music The theme song was written and performed by Margaret Killjoy. You can find her at http://birdsbeforethestorm.net or on twitter @magpiekilljoy

Next Episode October 31st: A comic by Io Ascarium.

Episode Notes

Summary Explore the world of Penumbra City, a TTRPG produced by Strangers through a short story by a literal and fictional version of Margaret Killjoy as well as an interview about the development of the game with Margaret and Robin, the art director.

Guest Info The story was written by Margaret Killjoy. You can find her at http://birdsbeforethestorm.net or on twitter @magpiekilljoy.

You can find more Penumbra art by Robin on Instagram @PenumbraCity or find Penumbra CIty on Twitter @WorldofHarrow. For playtest info email [email protected].

Publisher This podcast is published by Strangers In A Tangled Wilderness. We can be found at www.tangledwilderness.org or on Twitter @tangledwild. You can support this show by subscribing to our Patreon at https://www.patreon.com/strangersinatangledwilderness

Host The Host is Inmn Neruin. You can find them on instagram @shadowtail.artificery

Reader The Reader is Bea Flowers. If you would like to hear Bea narrate other things, or would like to get them to read things for you check them out at https://voicebea.wixsite.com/website

Theme music The theme song was written and performed by Margaret Killjoy. You can find her at http://birdsbeforethestorm.net or on twitter @magpiekilljoy

Next Episode September 30th: An excerpt from "Try Anarchism for Life" by Cindy Milstein.

Episode Notes

Summary How things could have been different for the anarchists in the Spanish Civil War if they made friends with dinosaurs...

Guest Info Izzy Wasserstein can be found at https://izzywasserstein.com or on Twitter @Izzyxen. You can buy her short story collection Home Towns You Can't Stay Away From at http://www.Neonhemlock.com/

Publisher This podcast is published by Strangers In A Tangled Wilderness. We can be found at www.tangledwilderness.org or on Twitter on twitter @tangledwild. You can support this show by subscribing to our Patreon at https://www.patreon.com/strangersinatangledwilderness

Host The Host is Inmn Neruin. You can find them on instagram @shadowtail.artificery

The theme music and interview is by Margaret Killjoy. You can find her at http://birdsbeforethestorm.net or on twitter @magpiekilljoy

Episode Notes

Publisher: This podcast is published by Strangers In A Tangled Wilderness. We can be found at www.tangledwilderness.org or on Twitter on twitter @tangledwild. You can support this show by subscribing to our Patreon at https://www.patreon.com/strangersinatangledwilderness

For a Digital version of the zine click on our website!

Author: The author is Sevi Xcetera. Sevi is a trans non-binary, multi-media artist and plant enthusiast currently residing in the south west on Tohono O’odham land. Sevi is a youth poetry and art teacher, and a student of ceramics and glass. Sevi just released their first chapbook, Wash Sea Out of Hair and Drive. The self-published version includes photographic accompaniments. Their zine and other info about Sevi can be found here at this link https://sevisevi.wixsite.com/blooms Or by emailing them at [email protected]

Reader: The reader is CJ Kitten Miller. She can be found on Instagram @cjkittenmiller, or @leomoondance and @dimberband for dance and music.

Our Guest review is by The Reverent Marigold and can be found on Instagram @Reverent_Marigold or Youtube and Spotify at the same name.

Host: The Host is Inmn Neruin. You can find them on instagram @shadowtail.artificery

Theme: The theme music is by Margaret Killjoy. You can find her on twitter @magpiekilljoy

Episode Notes

This podcast is published by Strangers In A Tangled Wilderness. We can be found at www.tangledwilderness.org or on Twitter on twitter @tangledwild. You can support this show by subscribing to our Patreon at https://www.patreon.com/strangersinatangledwilderness

The author is Sofia Samatar. She can be found at https://www.sofiasamatar.com/

The Host is Inmn Neruin. You can find them on instagram @shadowtail.artificery

The theme music is by Margaret Killjoy. You can find her at http://birdsbeforethestorm.net or on twitter @magpiekilljoy

Find out more at https://strangers-in-a-tangled-wildern.pinecast.co

Episode Notes

This podcast is published by Strangers In A Tangled Wilderness. We can be found at www.tangledwilderness.org or on Twitter on twitter @tangledwild. You can support this show by subscribing to our Patreon at https://www.patreon.com/strangersinatangledwilderness

The author Bella Hangnail can be found at www.bellahangnail.com or on spotify, twitter, or bandcamp at https://bellahangnail.bandcamp.com/

The Reader is Bea Flowers. If you would like to hear Bea narrate other things, or would like to get them to read things for you check them out at https://voicebea.wixsite.com/website

The Host is Inmn Neruin. You can find them on instagram @shadowtail.artificery

The theme music is by Margaret Killjoy. You can find her at http://birdsbeforethestorm.net or on twitter @magpiekilljoy

Find out more at https://strangers-in-a-tangled-wildern.pinecast.co

Episode Notes

Strangers In A Tangled WIlderness can be found at here or on twitter @tangledwild. You can support this show by subscribing to our Patreon.

Celeste Inez Mathilda is an artist, writer, and plant dweeb. They can be found at Etsy: liminalspacesshop.etsy.com Instagram @liminal.spaces.shop or their Patreon page: patreon.com/liminalspaces

The theme music is by Margaret Killjoy. You can find her here.

The Host is Inmn Neruin. You can find them on instagram @shadowtail.artificery

Strangers In A Tangled Wilderness 3: Dandelion

Inmn Neruin:

Hello and welcome to Strangers in a Tangled Wilderness...the podcast. I’m your host Inmn Neruin and I use They/them pronouns . Strangers in a Tangled Wilderness is a collectively run publisher dedicated to producing and curating inclusive and intersectional culture informed by anarchistic ideals. This can include stories, fiction, poetry, memoir, non-fiction, theater pieces, comics, books, pop culture analysis, recipes, music, history, podcasts...and occasionally essays and theory. We are looking for content that doesn’t know where it fits in, for people that don’t know where they fit in.

On this podcast we have audio versions of our monthly featured zine read by a brilliant voice actor along with interviews with the author. If you would like to hold in your hands a hard copy of our monthly feature, please consider subscribing to our Patreon where you will be mailed a lovely zine once a month along with other occasional other remedies. Our Patreon helps make things like this podcast possible as well as supporting other podcasts we put out like Live Like The World Is Dying. It also helps us pay authors of the monthly features, transcribers, artists, editors and translators. So if you like what you hear, please consider subscribing at Patreon.com/strangersinatangledwilderness. If you would like to submit a piece that you think would cure our need for entertainment, please visit Tangledwilderness.org for our submission guidelines!

This month, we do not have an audio recording of the monthly feature. Instead we bring to you an in-depth interview with Celeste Inez Mathilda of Liminal Spaces about their zine Taraxcum Officianale: Dandelion: Break the Binary. We talk a lot about plants, uses of Dandlions and Celeste’s views on plants and forming relationships with them. If you would like to read the zine and aren’t a Patreon subscriber, a digital version can be found for free on our website at http://tangledwilderness.org. I had so much fun talking to Celeste about plants. Also this was my first real interview as the interviewer so you can delight in me being awkward. There’s so much information in the zine that we don’t have time to cover. So please check out the zine and Celeste’s lovely accompanying artwork out on our website. 

Inmn Neruin: That was Celeste Inez Mathilda on dandelions and forming relationships with plants. If you enjoyed the zine on Dandelions, Celeste has an entire series of similar style zines for plants including Wild Rose, Stinging Nettle, and Echinacea. You can find them all on Celeste’s Etsy shop  liminalspacesshop.etsy.com. You can also find Celeste on instagram @liminal.spaces.shop or their Patreon page: patreon.com/liminalspaces If you want a hard copy of the dandelions zine you can also find it in their shop. And if you do visit those places, you will also get to see that Celeste is a wonderful print maker and makes cool patches.      Thanks so much for listening. If you enjoyed this podcast please go tell someone about it. Whisper its name in their ear, put it on on a road trip, write a review and plant it in the ground, bind its name to a dandelion puff before blowing its seeds to the winds, wondering what strange fruit it may bear. If you would like to support us as well as the authors, translators, editors and artists that we work with please consider subscribing to our Patreon. Subscribers receive at different levels: access to digital copies of our archived zines and features, digital copies of new work, Patreon-only content, discounts of printed work and monthly printed copies of our featured zine mailed to you along with whatever else we feel like that month. You can find us at Patreon.com/strangersinatangledwilderness or check out our website for more free content, including blogposts, zines, books, games, comics, how-to guides and other works we have to distribute. We can be found at TangledWilderness.org or check us out on twitter @Tangledwild. And as always, if you don’t want to or can’t contribute financially please rate and review us, and tell a friend. We like having friends. You do incredible things that we are endlessly marveled by. We would especially like to thank these friends: Mikki, Nicole, David, Dana, Chelsea, Micaiah, Staro, Jenipher, Eleanor, Natalie, Kirk, Hugh, Nora, Sam, Chris, and Hoss the dog for making this podcast and so many other projects possible. If you feel like a stranger that would like to find their story a home in this tangled wilderness consider submitting it; the pages are hungry. Next month, we bring to you “Exclusion,” a short story by Bella Hangnail, an exploration of trauma and nuclear fallout. Stay well. We hope you come back.

Find out more at https://strangers-in-a-tangled-wildern.pinecast.co

Episode Notes

Strangers In A Tangled WIlderness can be found at here or on twitter @tangledwild. You can support this show by subscribing to our Patreon.

A more reader friendly copy of the story can be found at https://www.tangledwilderness.org/featured/the-great-armored-train Along with amazing art by Robin Savage.

This story appeared in Nick Mamatas's collection The People's Republic of Everything, published in 2018 by Tachyon Publications.

About the author: Nick Mamatas is the author of seven novels, including Love is the Law, I Am Providence, and the forthcoming Hexen Sabbath. His short fiction has appeared in Best American Mystery Stories, Year's Best Science Fiction & Fantasy, and many other venues. Nick is also an anthologist; his books include the Bram Stoker Award winner Haunted Legends (co-edited with Ellen Datlow), the Locus Award nominees The Future is Japanese and Hanzai Japan (both co-edited with Masumi Washington), and Mixed Up (co-edited with Molly Tanzer). His fiction and editorial work has been nominated for the Hugo, Locus, World Fantasy, Bram Stoker, Shirley Jackson, and International Horror Guild Awards. Mamatas lives in Oakland, California.

About the interviewer: Margaret Killjoy is a transfeminine author and editor currently based in the Appalachian mountains. Her most recent book is an anarchist demon hunters novella called The Barrow Will Send What it May, published by Tor.com. She spends her time crafting and complaining about authoritarian power structures and she blogs at birdsbeforethestorm.net.

The theme music is also by Margaret Killjoy.

Show art is by Robin Savage

The Host is Inmn Neruin. You can find them on instagram @shadowtail.artificery

Inmn Neruin: Hello and welcome to Strangers in a Tangled Wilderness...the podcast. I’m your host Inmn Neruin and I use They/them pronouns . Strangers in a Tangled Wilderness is a collectively run publisher dedicated to producing and curating inclusive and intersectional culture informed by anarchistic ideals. This can include stories, fiction, poetry, memoir, non-fiction, theater pieces, comics, books, pop culture analysis, recipes, music, history, podcasts...and occasionally essays and theory. We are looking for content that doesn’t know where it fits in, for people that don’t know where they fit in. On this podcast we have audio versions of our monthly featured zine read by a brilliant voice actor along with interviews with the author. If you would like to hold in your hands a hard copy of our monthly feature, please consider subscribing to our Patreon where you will be mailed a lovely zine once a month along with other occasional trinkets to add to your horde. Our Patreon helps make things like this podcast possible as well as supporting other podcasts we put out like Live Like The World Is Dying. It also helps us pay authors of the monthly features, transcribers, artists, editors and translators. So if you like what you hear, please consider subscribing at Patreon.com/strangersinatangledwilderness. If you would like to submit a piece that you think would shine nicely in our little dragon horde, please visit Tangledwilderness.org for our submission guidelines! This month, we are kind of cheating…We bring to you a previously recorded episode of the now on-hold podcast We Will Remember Freedom. In this re-print episode, one of our collaborators, Margaret Killjoy talks with Nick Mamatas about his short story The Great Armored Train. We feel this story is more relevant than usual considering Russia’s current invasion of Ukraine. This story pits Trotsky’s giant armored train against polish folk magic. I really loved this story mostly because it’s simple and I love learning about magic within resistance movements, but I also appreciate a good critique of State Communism. Much like State Communism  paraded this idea of liberating the people, while building a power base for a new oppressive state, Putin claims to be trying to save Ukraine from itself, going so far as to parade that idea that he hopes to de-nazify it. A facist claiming to free people from other fascists. Seems sketchy.  And much like during the  reign of the Bolsheviks or the quarrels of any nation states, the common people are usually who suffer most and are used as pawns. But as in this story, resistance can be…phantasmal and there have always been echos of stateless worlds, tremors of a bell rung long ago, now ever ringing, “Land to the Peasants” as the  Black Army emblazoned on their battle standards as they fought for a free-territory in Ukraine almost exactly one century ago in conflicts with Bolsheviks and Monarchists. Our hearts go out to the Anarchists and anti-authoritarians organizing in  Ukraine and Russia right now, and those of you fighting on the frontlines, organizing evacuations, refugees and medical support, for those who stayed and for those who fled and of course for those who fell. We hope the fantasy and comedy of this story can offer some levity and hope within this ongoing conflict, and those exactly like it happening all over the world, and hope if people can empathize with Ukrainian people right now they can see the similarities between this conflict and those in places like Palestine, Syria, and Rojava to name a few. So remember, sharpen your talons, listen for the echos, and keep fighting. 

*For a print version of the story please visit http://tangledwild.org *

Inmn Neruin:

Thanks so much for listening. If you enjoyed this podcast please go tell someone about it. Whisper it in their ear, put it on at work, write a review and feed it to the ocean, cry its name to the gloaming daring an owl to answer. If you would like to support us as well as the authors, translators, editors and artists that we work with please consider subscribing to our Patreon. Subscribers receive at different levels: access to digital copies of our archived zines and features, digital copies of new work, Patreon-only content, discounts of printed work and monthly printed copies of our featured zine mailed to you along with whatever else we feel like that month. You can find us at Patreon.com/strangersinatangledwilderness or check out our website for more free content, including blogposts, zines, books, games, comics, how-to guides and other works we have to distribute. We can be found at TangledWilderness.org or check us out on twitter @Tangledwild. And as always, if you don’t want to or can’t contribute financially please rate and review us, and tell a friend. We like having friends. You do incredible things that we are endlessly marveled by. We would especially like to thank these friends: Mikki, Nicole, David, Dana, Chelsea, Micaiah, Staro, Jenipher, Eleanor, Natalie, Kirk, Hugh, Nora, Sam, Chris, and Hoss the dog for making this podcast and so many other projects possible. If you feel like a stranger that would like to find their story a home in this tangled wilderness consider submitting it; the pages are thirsty. 

Find out more at https://strangers-in-a-tangled-wildern.pinecast.co

Episode Notes

This episode contains explicit language as well as some graphic violence.

Strangers In A Tangled WIlderness can be found at here or on twitter @tangledwild. You can support this show by subscribing to our Patreon.

The author is Margaret Killjoy and she can be found on twitter @magpiekilljoy or instagram at @margaretkilljoy.

A more reader friendly copy of the story can be found at https://www.tangledwilderness.org/featured/welcometopenumbracity Along with amazing art by Robin Savage.

The game Penumbra City is set in the World of Harrow. To find out more you can find them on twitter @worldofharrow or on instagram @PenumbraCity

The Host is Inmn Neruin. You can find them on instagram @shadowtail.artificery

The theme music is also by Margaret Killjoy.

Show art is by Robin Savage

TRANSCRIPT

Strangers In A Tangled Wilderness 1: Confession To A Dead Man by Margaret Killyjoy

Inmn Neruin:

Hello and welcome to Strangers in a Tangled Wilderness...the podcast. I’m your host Inmn Neruin and I use They/them pronouns . Strangers in a Tangled Wilderness is a collectively run publisher dedicated to producing and curating inclusive and intersectional culture informed by anarchistic ideals. This can include stories, fiction, poetry, memoir, non-fiction, theater pieces, comics, books, pop culture analysis, recipes, music, history, podcasts...and occasionally essays and theory. We are looking for content that doesn’t know where it fits in, for people that don’t know where they fit in.

This podcast will provide audio versions of our monthly featured zine along with interviews from the author. It’s possible we will use this for other formatted content in the future, but for now…it’s for our monthly featured zine. If you would like a hard copy of our monthly feature, please consider subscribing to our Patreon where you will be mailed a lovely zine once a month along with occasional other goodies. Our Patreon helps make things like this podcast possible as well as supporting other podcasts we put out like Live Like The World Is Dying. It also helps us pay authors of the monthly features, transcribers, artists, editors and translators. So if you like what you hear, please consider subscribing at Patreon.com/strangersinatangledwilderness. If you would like to submit a piece that you think would find a good home in our annals, please visit Tangledwilderness.org for our submission guidelines!

This month, we’re excited to bring you a short story by Margaret Killjoy entitled “Confession to a Deadman.” The story is set in the fictional World of Harrow, the setting for an up and coming table top role playing game called Penumbra City that Strangers will be publishing. In lieu of an interview with Margaret about the story, we will instead have a brief introduction to the game and the game world of which me, her and a collective of other wonderful nerds are co-creators of. If you would like to see some amazing artwork for the game by Robin Savage, please visit our website, or check us out on Twitter or Instagram.

There’s a black fog that hangs over the city, and it’s not as metaphorical as you might hope. It’s coal dust. Somewhere up through that smoke, there’s a glorious silver city hovering in the sunshine—but don’t concern yourself much with the floating quarter, because the likes of you will never see it. Groundside, orphans dig through rubble and trash to scavenge the parts to fix their motorcycles, street poets sell fungus and brawl over territory, and bureaucrats ride black horses to midnight salons where they plot the death of the god king. The graveyard’s been squatted by immigrants now for longer than you’ve been alive, and there’s a gang of nihilist ex-marines who seem intent on blowing up half of everything.

Penumbra City is an upcoming tabletop role playing game set in the mysterious world of Harrow. Designed and imagined by a collective of queer and trans weirdos obsessed with bringing to life alternative worlds, gigantic mycelium, social rupture, and occult magic, this roleplaying game is both a game world setting and mechanic system. The game features a unique roll under dice system, class based character creation, theater of the mind combat, and a rich social and economic mechanic called Reputation for navigating the many factions of Penumbra City. Modeled in the Old School Rival style of RPGs, Penumbra City is meant to feel gritty, and at times grim, while offering a simple set of game mechanics and placing emphasis on non-mechanic based character development and storytelling.

Penumbra City is a city-state within the larger world of Harrow. A once powerful city-state, Penumbra withers in a long decline and is governed by a multitude of vying factions. From anarchist squatter punks and urchin street gangs, to bourgeois secret societies and the powerfully militaristic Church of Athe players navigate a complex social web fueled by reputation instead of money. Set in a world that takes nods from 1880-1930s industrial eras, the world of Harrow is heavily impacted by both technology and magic, from coal-fueled engines and airships to occult magic and mycomancy. Although technology is roughly analogous to early industrial eras it leans heavily into the fantastical; Harrow is a world where both radios broadcast phonograph recordings and building-sized mechanical computation devices called difference engines predict the future. Here, coal not only fuels trains, it fuels exoskeletons and motorcycles that could explode at any moment. Magic and technology alike have a cost. Rip open a passage to the Ether to speak with the dead and you better hope you don’t get trapped there, summon demons to inhabit the discarded remains of birds and you’d better hope they don’t betray you, eat fungi to commune with rats but watch out for the mushroom sickness. The god king Athe, lurking above, upset that he’s losing control, enslaves angels to make the Silver City float. Below the city, in the depths of the undercity, a giant fungal entity is growing, biding its time, slowly corrupting the minds of more and more of the populace.

Players are led through the streets of Penumbra City by a Game Master. This game has a class-based character system dedicated to class war. To create a character, players choose from one of the 18 classes. Every class is linked to a faction in the city, and most factions are part of one of three coalitions that vie for control of the city: the Revolutionists, the Establishment, and the Reasonable...

Here is a brief description of the classes:

Clacker: A hacker who builds strange distributed computers to consult like oracles. Fights with wind-up bombs.

Corsorian Knight: A knight of an anarchist order who fights in a terrifying calm and determines her own tenets.

Doggirl: A motorcycle riding, house-squatting, live-fast-die-fast mechanic who sings in tongues and knows that one day his bike is gonna explode underneath him.

Ex-Marine: When you leave the elite Steam Corps you’re supposed to turn in your bolt thrower and your steampowered exoskeleton, but the Ex-Marine must have forgotten.

Fungalian: A street poet who deals fungus both legal and illegal, who can bolster her comrades and get high on mushrooms to go into a battle frenzy.

Fisher: A bounty hunter who hunts for fish in the sea and people on the land, fighting with trident and net.

Gaslamper: The elite of the upper middle class belong to a secret society that meets in graveyards, rides black horses, fights with crossbow and sword cane, and recently turned their attention to the overthrow of the godking.

Goeticist: A demon summoner who tries to get along with the murderous, ravenous beasts they bring into the world.

Gunslinger: The Outsiders, originally from the nearby mountains but forced from their homes generations back, are a culture of mechanics. Their fighters build and modify their own guns.

Labor Thug: Sometimes you just gotta fight some scabs. Labor thugs are brawlers who are skilled with improvised weapons, can throw anything, and are masters of free running.

Lordling: It ain’t easy being the kid of a rich bastard. Well maybe it is easy. The Lordling is down here slumming and it turns out privilege can still get you embarrassingly far in this world. The Lordling has all the right gear, can get out of jail with a favor from their father, and can win people over by spreading around the silver.

Occultist: She wears all black, she likes bombs, she talks with the dead, she’s got a phantasmal familiar, she reads tarot, and she curses anyone who fucks with her.

Patchworker: Everyone is scared of these doctors. They can do wonderful and horrible things with scalpels. They can also slap some fungal paste onto a patch of skin they cut off a corpse, put that bad boy right onto your wounds, and heal you up. It even works most of the time.

Rat King: The orphans who live in the shadow of the Silver City are damn weird. The Rat Kings are the damn weirdest of them. They eat mushrooms that let them commune with rats, who swarm over them like living armor and can attack their enemies.

Skip: In a city of chaos, it’s the kids who know their way around. Skips are youth who know every nook and cranny or they know someone who does. They can call upon others to help them in battle, but mostly they’re just good at not getting hit.

Theurge: The rich fucks up on the silver city have to do something with their time, and the Theurges like to pass the time by enslaving angels and bending them to their will.

Hand of God: The war is going badly, the church has never been less popular. These priests glow with otherworldly power. They pull loaves of bread from thin air. They reach into the heavens above and wrestle angels to the earth, and slaughter them as sacrifice to their God which in turn allows them to perform miracles.

Hogsmen: When someone crosses the Lords of the New Order, it’s the Hogsmen who clean up the mess. Pigs are smart. Pigs can track. Pigs can eat. Oh, lord can they eat.

Invetigator: Running a war means information. Information means investigators. Trained in spycraft, infiltration, hypnotism, investigators fight with knives, guns, and sheer force of will.

Underknights: The Underknights are the elite monster-hunting, trash-living-in force of the Gloaming. They serve the King Beneath the King, but more than that, they serve their righteous cause. It’s not their fault that no one believes them about the great unknowable fungal threat beneath the city.

Choose a class, jump on your Dogswheel, join the Revolutionists, see what the god king has in store…

We now present, “Confession to a Dead man,” narrated by Bea Flowers.

Bea Flowers: “Confession to a Dead man”

A World of Harrow story set in Penumbra City by Margaret Killjoy. Narrated by Bea Flowers “No, see, you’ve got it all wrong,” Alecti said, laughing a little even though rain water dripped down on her through the leaky carriage roof, even though she couldn’t reach the drops to wipe them off because of her handcuffs, even though the cheap lawman’s carriage hit yet another pothole and her face cracked against the wood of the door. “I didn’t kill that guy. He was dead when I got there.” “No?” “Yeah, I mean, I would have killed him. Tried to, even. Just missed my chance.” The man sitting on the bench opposite of her just stared, waiting for her to say more. He was wiry. So was his beard. He was nearly enveloped by his thick wool overcoat, but a hint of his pale gold uniform snuck out near his collar. Alecti could just make out the insignia on his lapel–a sword crossed with a shepherd’s crook. “It’s a cute name,” Alecti said. “I’ll give you that.” “What?” “The King’s Boy’s and Girl’s Club. It’s a cute name. Like, you’re just a bunch of bootlicking murderous cops. Was the irony intentional? When you came up with the name?” “I don’t know,” the man said. “It was before my time. Maybe. That’s not what matters.” “What matters?” Alecti asked. Blood was starting to trickle down from her right nostril. It tickled. “What happened tonight is what matters,” the man said. “If you didn’t kill the Reverend, who did? Tell us what you know, we’ll let you walk.” “Oh, honey,” Alecti said, “I don’t like when you lie to me.” “Who says I’m lying?” the man asked. “If you didn’t kill him, we’ll just hold you at Hazard long enough to get everything sorted, let you go.” “The only thing we agree on,” Alecti said, licking her blood off her upper lip, “is that you’re going to let me go.” The road sounds changed, from mud and gravel to cobble, and Alecti looked out the tiny window. She couldn’t make anything out through the rain and grime, but she knew they must have made it to Penumbra North. At this snail’s pace, it was another thirty or forty minutes before they reached Hazard Penitentiary. Alecti and her friends didn’t spend much time in Penumbra North. “Where the streets are made out of street and the people are made out of misplaced loyalty,” she said aloud. “What?” “Nothing.” “Tell me what happened,” the cop said again. “Yeah, fine,” she said. No reason not to. Besides, she’d missed her therapy appointment that week because her therapist Joan had been on a bender with that squatter from the South Docks, the Doggirl. What was his name? Doggirls all had stupid names like Wrench or Carborateur or Petunia or whatever. Petunia, that was it. Had a nice bike. Didn’t even explode very often, so he claimed. He was cute. Couldn’t blame Joan for missing the session. “Yeah, fine, I’ll tell you what happened. But only because I’m going to kill you.”

So it started like every good evening does, at a party thrown by the anarchists. The fun anarchists, of course, the Erreni. Not the boring anarchists, the Corsorians. Or those, you know, don’t-call-us-anarchist anarchists from the North Docks who are even more boring, the Industrial Workers of Harrow. It started at a party. It was a good party. Mostly on a rooftop, one of those weird theaters in the shadow of Triumph Tower, so you’ve got the sunset coming pretty through the ash haze over the factories and you’ve got the stupid glow from the stupid silver city which I do not like admitting is pretty. Some of the Clackers were up from their warrens trying out those bulbs you run electric through and they glow all handsome and light the evening up and most of them don’t even explode. There was a troupe over from the Dead Quarter doing a pantomime, plus half an orchestra over from the Outs with their heirloom cellos and shit. So I’m having a good time, because I love all of that shit. I love the shitty mushroom beer that’s all we’ve got to drink because your god’s dumb war got the farms all blown up and Athe forbid he bother importing some barley. I love the potluck snacks everyone brings. Who knew you could fry a rat in so much oil that it tastes good, who knew you could grow hot peppers on the top of Triumph Tower where a little bit more sun peeks in. You know what I love most of all about those parties though? I love that we fucking have fun, despite how hard you and your immortal bag of dicks of a boss god try to make us suffer. I love that we still have music even if we barely have food. I love when you fail to take things like that away from us. I know what you’re gonna say to that. You’re not trying to make us suffer. You’re trying to, what, bring us all back into His grace, so we can win the war, rebuild the farms, and go back to living boring lives of quiet mediocrity like we supposedly had like seventy years ago, right? Get people trusting that money will feed us instead of us feeding each other however we can. Return the flock to the fold. Well, you’ve got to get a new metaphor, because there are no flocks of sheep anywhere anymore. They all got slaughtered for food ten years ago and all their fields have been bombed to shit for half my life. But anyway, the party. Party good. That’s not the part you want to hear about, I guess. Who am I to deny your last wishes? You want to hear about the Reverend Lamin Hend the XIV. You wanna hear about who it was who decided his ear would look better with an itty-bitty teeny-tiny spike stuck into it till it hit the brain. I mean, let’s be honest lots of us would have decided that. But you wanna hear about the guy who actually pulled it off. Who wasn’t me. So at the party, I’m there with my friends. Malice, she was a marine before she went AWOL. Kept her armor, and her trauma. Pretty useful in a fight. Which is good because she gets us in a lot of them. Sanny, the rat king, god they’re weird. Most people who use they/them pronouns use them singularly, right? Sanny uses them plural. Athe has the royal we, since he’s a godking, says “we do not approve of you lot having fun with the one and only life you have on this planet” and “we are not amused by your mockery” and all of that, right? Sanny uses the uh, the vermin “we.” When you talk about Sanny, you’re talking about the human kid buried under all those rats but you’re talking about the rats too. Love Sanny. And Losa was there of course. Honestly I’m not so sure about Losa. Are we even friends anymore? We hang out together, sure. Do crimes. But we haven’t talked in ages, not like, really talked. God, you know, it really feels good to just get to open up about this stuff. Say all the stuff that usually just lives inside my head. I really appreciate that. I appreciate you. I just want you to know that. You’re going to be inside a kind of living nightmare soon enough, which you deserve because you’re trying to lock me up in a cage, but I just want you to know that you’re appreciated as a person even if not as a cop. Losa is a patchworker. I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking, back-alley surgeon who flays corpses and mixes up fungal paste and sews the skin of dead people onto living people in order to heal wounds. You’re thinking a scary bitch with a scalpel who doesn’t think a thing about ripping the bones out of living people. You’re thinking right! Losa is a scary bitch who does all of those things. Also a hell of a dice player, and a good cook, and would you believe it or not an honest-to-Athe vegetarian. And we really did used to be close. I was at all three of her weddings and the four resultant funerals. But after that time in the basement of that club fighting all those giant centipedes, you know, it just hasn’t been the same. Plus I think she’s jealous of how close I’ve gotten with Malice. Or maybe it’s the other way around. So the four of us are at this party and I’m just trying to have a good time but Malice is all “we need a mission let’s do a mission” and Losa is kissing up to her about it so she’s like “yes, look at me, I’m Losa, and I will temporarily pretend like I share your ethical framework and worldview in order to get closer to you and drive a wedge between you and Alecti” or at least that’s what I assume she said, because suddenly she wants a mission too. Guys, can’t the mission sometimes just be get drunk and maybe high and maybe just maybe Athe forbid get laid? No, no, no. It’s time to do crimes for the good of humanity or whatever. I look at Sanny but they’re just feeding bits of mushroom to those rats and their eyes started spinning and they whispered “whatever happens, we’re in.” So that’s how I knew I wasn’t going to get laid at the party, because every single one of those bitches would have died a thousand times over if it weren’t for my spooky ass saving them with a well-timed curse or a jaunt into the Ether. We find a guy with the Erreni who knows everyone. I guess that’s repetitive. All the Erreni know everyone. We find a guy, he’s cute but I’m not allowed to see if he’s down to fuck because we’ve got work to do for some dumb reason, and he says there’s this… elbow guard. I know you know what I’m talking about, I know you care more about that fucking thing than you do about the life of poor dear Reverend Lamin Hend the nine-hundred-and-fiftieth of his name or whatever. I know that’s why you followed us. Anyway, the cute guy, he tells us, and everyone else at the party besides, about this elbow guard. Holy to the Outsiders. Ancient. Made out of granite and quartz in the ceremonial style. Let’s see if I got this chain of events right. Lamin had this tenant, old Outsider lady who’d gotten tired of sleeping in a crypt in the Dead Quarter and had tried to do things proper and get a room in North Penumbra. Only now that there’s no money and everything is favors and reputation and shit, Mr Hend doesn’t really like unprestigious guests so he got it into his head that she owed him something, so he marches into her house and picks up the most valuable thing he sees, like the prick that he is. The elbow guard. He takes it to the Esteemed to see what it’s worth, only I think a Skip saw that go down, and now the whole city knows. They especially know about how there’s an inscription the damn thing and half of it is written in that language Outside and half of it is written in whatever the fuck weird language related to Old Penumbran that no one can read that’s scrawled across the whole undercity. So… valuable. To lots of people. So first, yeah, the idea is we’re just gonna steal the damn thing. Get it back to the Outsiders where it belongs. It’s the right thing to do. And sure none of us would mind that they’d be grateful and maybe let us use their gunsmithies sometimes. Then Losa though, see she grew up on the streets mostly, because her mom was from Penumbra North, she’s like a fourth-generation patchworker. You see where I’m going with this? You remember when your little King’s Boy’s and Girl’s Club rounded up the patchworkers, called them unholy, drove them out of your territory? What was that, ten years ago? When, you know, Losa was ten? Well, guess who her mom’s landlord had been, guess who had told you all about Losa’s mom in the first place? Lamin Hend the fucking Fourteenth. Sorry, Reverend Lamin Hend the fucking Fourteenth. He ain’t so revered as his title implies, not by most of the city. Losa says her bit about what happened to her and what do you know, half the party has stories about this guy. Hired some thugs–not you, other thugs–to blow up a pie shop run by the Lords of the New Order that was competing with one he had interest in. Ain’t too good to the people he hires, either–it was one of those thugs he’d hired who was at the party, turns out Hend tossed him to the Lords as soon as it was convenient. His friends rescued him. Funny thing, about friends. It’s nice to have friends. Anyway. More and more people saying this shit. He’s a bad landlord, a shitty boss, awful to the people he fucks, just not a redeeming bone in that man’s body. So pretty quick we go from let’s rob this guy to let’s kill this guy, you know how that goes, and a couple of Doggirls are around with their bikes, one of em even has a sidecar, and they figure what they hell why not go for a joyride or I guess a killride up to Penumbra North, find this guy’s house, swap around his insides and his outsides, grab the stolen elbow guard, wham bam thank you ma’am all in a good night’s work. Nope. You fucks are on the prowl. Good thing the Doggirls are smarter than you lot, avoid your patrols like six times. We stop in an alley by the canal, hop on up to the second floor balcony, the door was wide open. How the hell Malice climbs in all that powered armor, dragging a goddammed boiler, the world will never know. I swear to Athe I’ve never seen her strength fail her. And here’s where it gets good, right? Here’s where you start to care? The damn man is already dead. Looks like he’s sleeping except there’s blood on the pillow. I know a thing or two about a thing or two and while everyone else is just like “what the fuck happened here?” I can tell them that like… Okay bear with me. You know the world is made up of three worlds, right? I know Athe tries to keep you in the dark on basic cosmology. But three worlds. Form a triangle. We live on the Material. Then there’s the Ether, which is where I guess you could call them angels live. Then the Rot, where, you know, demons. We touch both other planes and each of those other planes touches ours and the other one. A triangle. It’s not your dumb hell-earth-heaven linear hierarchy–you’ve been lied to. So us humans live on the Material, right? But we’re made out of stuff that transfers from one to the other. What you call your higher soul and your lower soul, which are dumb words for it. I say it’s Agape and Thelema and maybe those are dumb words for it too, who knows. When you die your stuff moves on. Agape does the circle clockwise, heads over to the Ether till it heads over to the Rot till it heads on back to the Material. Thelema goes counterclockwise, over to the Rot, then the Ether, back to here. You get the idea. What’s this got to do with ear spikes? See back before your fucking godkings ascended, people here knew a thing or two about the planes and more people than just us weirdos could communicate across those borders, and those people, whose name is lost to use probably forever–in my society, the Hermetic Order of Nothing, we call them the Forgotten people. Which yeah I know isn’t super original but it’s descriptive I guess. Those people, the Forgotten people, they used to kill people by jamming spikes into their ears. That’s my point. It’s kind of classy, isn’t it? Not much mess. Didn’t even wake the guy up. You should try it sometime. Well, not you. You shouldn’t, you’re a cop. You shouldn’t kill people. Or exist. I’d say “or quit your job and find new friends” but it’s too late for that. So there we are, and I’m trying to explain Agape and Thelema to everyone and they’re kind of ignoring me because everyone does when I talk about that stuff, and Malice is looking through the guy’s bedroom and it’s like a dumb goddammed museum in there, complete with stolen artifacts behind glass with plaques. A rusty old sabre from Kirik, a Rothean prayer book, and, oh, get this, a human skull labeled as having once belonged to a “chieftain of Sor.” Can you believe it? Now you’re just staring at me. You don’t get it. Sor doesn’t have chieftains. Never did. The whole country is built on a plateau no one was able to reach until the godking Sor lifted his people up with his mighty magic or whatever. Come on. Their whole religion is based on that. How do you not know that? Sor is even friends with Athe right now, you should know that. And there’s a glass case where the elbow guard should be, but of course it’s empty because someone stole it, probably whoever ear spiked our good friend, and of course the plaque is just a handwritten piece of paper because there hadn’t been enough time to find an engraver. It says “elbow guard, probably important.” We’re all having a laugh about the chieftain skull until a rat runs in and looks up at Sanny and Sanny looks down at the rat and they turn to us and tell us that people are on their way, a lot of people. That’s the good thing about having a swarm of rats at your command. “What kind of people?” Losa asks. “They don’t know, they’re fucking rats,” Sanny says, only Sanny probably didn’t curse when they said it. “We should get the fuck out of here though.” Again, without the “fuck” probably. It’s hard not to cuss when I’m in your shitty fucking carriage, do you people not know how to fix a roof? You keep it shitty just so that your “guests” have it worse? But you have it worse too, you asshole. You’re just making the fucking world worse. God I can’t wait to get out of here and kill you, my nose is fucking bleeding and I can’t see shit and my hands are cramping. Anyway so we fuck off, right? Back out the window. The Doggirls who drove us there are gone. I guess they saw which way the wind was blowing and those bikers like some of us alright but not enough to fight off the cops and risk getting killed or sent to Hazard. That’s how we figure, whoever’s coming, it’s probably you all. Malice wants to stay and shoot you all with her bolt thrower, which sounds like a reasonable plan to me, but Sanny and Losa don’t like it, so we break into the empty house next door and lay low. Sure enough, it’s you and your buds who show up. You probably remember this part. You go in, search the house, find the body. Me, what I do, is I make sure my friends are keeping watch, and I pull out the candles and the incense and the chalk and the charcoal and I get myself a circle drawn up on the wood floor in the empty house, and I tie a silk rope around my waist, and I project myself into the Ether. Or to be more accurate, some portion of my Agape crosses over while my body stays put, and I’m walking around like a ghost, through walls and shit, tethered to my body by that rope. I pop over next door and guess whose essence is still lingering, not dissolved yet into the Ether proper? The Reverend Lamin Hend the fucking Fourteenth, that’s whose. It’s funny, cause that’s how I know you were one of the Kingsmen who showed up, because I was in the room with you while you were investigating. Good eye, finding that feather on the ground, by the way. We’d missed that. Lamin is standing there looking all angelic and blissed out like every other dead prick, and he seems surprised I can see him. Asks if I’m an angel, sent to help usher him into heaven for his lifetime of good deeds. So I look at him, and… I’ve never claimed to be an honest girl. Well, I mean, I’ve claimed it, but it’s never been true. I look at him and I say “Yup. That’s me. Seraphic as hell. Just need to tie up some loose ends, get everything sorted with your paperwork. Tell me, in your own words, how you died.” He tells me his story, which wasn’t too long. He went to bed same as normal, then woke up feeling something weird, flicked his eyes open. Saw a man, gaunt and aged, leaning over him. Pale skin, like the Lampreymen. Then he caught just a moment’s glance, saw some horror the likes of which he’d never dreamed. Some kind of taxidermy bird gone wrong, six feet tall, feathered, beaked, eyes everywhere across his body. “What was it?” he asked, like I had all the answers. I did, this time, though. And I wanted to be a dick to him and make something up but I thought, you know what, this guy’s soul or whatever is about to disintegrate into the Ether and he’s never going to experience anything, ever again. And it looks like I’ve got a soft spot for folks who are already dead, or like in your case, basically already dead. So I tell him. And this is what you want to know too. You and Lamin you’ve got a lot in common. I tell him that he’s describing a demon. Sort of. I’m telling him, he saw a Goeticist above him. You think us Occultists are rare and scary, those of us who fuck with the Ether? Oh then you’ll love the Goeticists. They fuck with the Rot. I tell Lamin Hend that this guy built a mannequin out of dead animals and ripped open a portal to the Rot and let a bit of that weird shit that lives there into the Material to animate his little death puppet. Which means he likely made some kind of deal. Like, you serve me for a week, then you’re free to go do whatever you want in the Material. Which means the city is in for some bad luck soon cause that fucking thing is still out there. And that’s your fault, you know that? People you claim to protect are gonna die. Anyway, he tells me about the Goeticist, and I tell him thanks buddy, and you’ll be whisked off soon enough, don’t worry about the slow disintegration of what’s left of your mind, all part of the process. I don’t tell him about the angels that are gonna be eating his soul same as maggots eat a corpse, I just pop back over to my body. Losa and Malice are playing dice, Sanny is talking to their rats… I guess you could say talking to themself? I tell them what’s up, and Sanny says weird dead bird creature, rats can track that. Off we go. And you know where we went, because you tracked us. Athe only knows how. You bastards are good at tracking people, I’ll give you that. All the way through Penumbra South, around Triumph Plaza, down to the South Docks. The rain picked up and didn’t help our mood and it took us half the night to get where we were going. To a little rundown shack up against a pier, with some muttering inside. So we’re all set to kick in the door, I’ve got a bomb out and everything, cigarette lit in the holder in my mouth, when Malice says “you guys, I don’t think this is how we should approach the situation.” If Malice doesn’t think direct physical confrontation is the best solution, that means it really isn’t the right solution, because she solves almost everything with violence. So we scoot on over to the dark under the pier, and back out comes the candles and the chalk and the rope, and I’m off into the Ether for the second time that night. You know how tiring that is? Whatever. Hop on into the shack. There’s the guy, there’s the demon. They’re talking. Demons talk weird. Imagine like eight people talking at once saying almost the same thing but not quite. But the core of it is pretty banal. The Goeticist is a spy for Hirn. Is gonna sell them the elbow guard. That’s it. Then the demon says “there’s someone outside” and the two rush out the door and I turn around to rush back into my body but I don’t make it even through the wall before I black out, and guess where I wake up? Here. With you.

Alecti was silent for a while after telling her story, waiting for the lawman to say something, or react in any way. He didn’t. A fear came over her, for the first time. She was certain that, whatever else, her friends were out there in the city looking for her, tracking the carriage. They would call in some favors, and any minute now, a crew on Dogswheels were going to roll up, engines roaring, and Malice was going to use that big gun of hers to set her free. She just thought it would have happened by now. She hadn’t figured she’d reach the end of the story. The cop must have been able to see her confidence drain away, because a smile slowly worked its way across his face. She couldn’t give up. Not on her friends. Yeah, they’d let her get captured in the first place. But they must have been busy, dealing with the spy and his demon. Any minute now. She sighed, leaned her head against the window as rain dropped down on her cheek. Next time, she was going to the party alone and the only call to adventure she was going to answer was the adventure of getting laid. Or maybe, and she knew she was getting real desperate and sad when her mind went into this, the darkest of corners… maybe she should ask Losa back out. Yeah they hadn’t been good for each other, but who ever was? “Given up, then?” the lawman finally asked. She sat upright and glared. The carriage slowed to a halt. “Looks like we’re here,” he said. Then, blessedly, a foot-long steel bolt shot right through the sidewall of the carriage and impaled the man through the chest, pinning him to the far wall. Blood came to his mouth, dripping into his gray beard, and he looked down with surprise and horror. A scream broke through sudden and shocking silence. Alecti had heard that scream before. That was the scream of a man covered in rats. Then the scream stopped, replaced with a gurgling. That was the noise of a throat cut with a scalpel. The driver. “You do love me,” Alecti said, as the door to the carriage was wrenched off its hinges. “What?” Malice asked, tossing the steel door aside. Losa and Sanny peered in from behind her. “I said ‘what took you so long?’” Alecti lied. “Oh,” Malice said, looking genuinely contrite. “The demon and the spy slowed us down. They got away, too, with the elbow guard.” Losa stepped into the carriage, pulled out a scalpel, and picked the handcuffs open. “Thank you,” Alecti whispered into Losa’s ear, where the other’s couldn’t hear it. “Fuck, I was so scared.” “Me too,” Losa whispered. “All I could think was what if I never saw you again. I’m so sorry we let them get you.” They met eyes for half a moment, then drifted away. “Alright you dumb bitches,” Alecti said, standing up, glancing over quickly at the still-dying cop on the bench across from her, “let’s go steal back an artifact.”

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