Lunatics Library 1 - Zombie Stories

Welcome to the first episode of Lunatics Library! These companion episodes will feature short stories that go with our historic deep dives.

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In this episode Abby Brenker, Miranda Warzel (@alien.meat) and Kevin Murphy read stories written by Abby Brenker...all about zombies. If you missed our history of zombies episode, be sure to go back and check it out.

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Transcript

Speaker 1: 0:17

Hello there I'm Abby banker. And this is Alan codeine. Hello, and welcome to episode. Number one of lunatics library, a work in progress. And don't, don't be confused. Lunatics library may sound like we're replaying older episodes, but that's not what this is,

Speaker 2: 0:34

Which is one reason why this is the official announcement of our crowdsourcing contest. We love the name lunatics library, but perhaps it can be better.

Speaker 1: 0:44

Yeah. Let us know if you have some ideas. So these will be the companion episodes to the history deep dives that we put out on Monday. So for example, Monday this week, we put out the history of zombies, go listen to it, if you haven't yet. And then later in the week, we are coming at you with Luna takes library, which is going to have some short stories, short poems written by me, written by other people that are going to be on the theme. So today we have some zombie tales for you.

Speaker 2: 1:11

I mean, I know some people not pointing any fingers are here solely for the stories.

Speaker 1: 1:20

Right? Well, that's what they should be here for. So, I mean, I guess, yeah. Oh, you mean they're at the whole podcast just for stories. Yeah.

Speaker 2: 1:26

And all they're doing is they're skipping ahead, scrubbing, scrubbing through trying to get to those stories, to listen to those good bumpers. You know,

Speaker 1: 1:35

Allen's proud of his story bumpers,

Speaker 2: 1:37

But sometimes they just don't get them and, or they just kind of there's. So we have, uh, you know, our 20 minute episodes,

Speaker 1: 1:45

Right. And no story, but that's because we want the stories to shine through. You know, you can't throw some stories at the end of an hour and 20 minute episode and hope that everybody has the energy. Well, I know, but we're evolving right here we are. So this is when it takes library. If you have a better name, suggestion, let us know, but we're pretty into it for now. Shall we talk about zombies? So one thing before we get into the stories, so of course a zombie, no, go listen to go this to the last episode, but we forgot to talk about a very important thing we did, which is the zombie movie that you worked on.

Speaker 2: 2:23

Oh, one of the zombie

Speaker 1: 2:25

Movies. All right. But one of them is very, it was like a defining moment for you and your life.

Speaker 2: 2:29

I feel like high school. No,

Speaker 1: 2:32

Not that we're talking about. Sam and Maddie make a zombie movie,

Speaker 2: 2:35

Sam and Maddie make a zombie movie is the name of a documentary about salmon, Maddie, who are two teenage filmmakers with down syndrome. And they decided that they wanted to make a zombie feature, excuse me. And they decided that they wanted to make a zombie film. And this was supposed to be a little, you know, shoot in the backyard type thing, just for fun. But Sam's older brother. Jesse is good friends, uh, with some people in the film industry and, uh, most notably, um, Bobby Carnevale and Tim Forrester, they did a little Kickstarter for this project, just so you know, they'd have a little bit of money to make this short film. And the Kickstarter went viral. That's awesome. And they got way more money than they were expecting so much exposure. People started popping out of the woodwork saying, this is great. How do I help? And what was supposed to be a little shoot in the backyard movie turned into a full fledged feature film. Amazing. That ended up being a few years.

Speaker 1: 3:43

And there's like a yacht scene. Isn't there. Of course there's a yacht. So yeah, actually Alan showed me the movie it's not been released, but we watched it and it's so fun and great.

Speaker 2: 3:53

It is actually, it turned out to be a really incredible film. So the script was written completely by Salman, Maddie. Yeah. They made every executive decision for the film down to locations, casting script direction. Absolutely. Everything was a hundred percent their decisions, which was so important to the integrity of the project. And it also, because they, you know, they were completely unbridled. They had, they had no restrictions or restraints or just like, no, it. This is the scene where, uh, Satan shows up and, uh, yeah. Has a big energy battle with the, the, with DJ Pauly D on the yacht. Yeah. And it's like, Oh, okay. Yeah, you got it. And you know, they wrote this batshit crazy scripts that we absolutely loved, but everyone that worked in the industry who read this was like, there's no way ambitious. There's like, at some point we're going to have to pare this down. But the director, Bobby, Carnevale never intended to pare down the script. He just never told anyone that he's like, yeah, we'll get around to it, whatever, whatever. But he intended to always shoot it exactly as they wanted it, no matter what hoops or favors or whatever we had to do to make that happen. And at the end of the day, that's exactly what happened. We shot their movie exactly. As it was intended, it is a wild Wildfell and it's, it's really fun. And it's just such an amazing experience that I had working on it and that they had making it.

Speaker 1: 5:24

Yeah. So I know all of the production release stuff is complicated, but hopefully at some point the documentary comes out and people can watch that.

Speaker 2: 5:32

Absolutely. Um, it's, it's, you know, we shot this a few years ago. The, because it's actually a two movie set, there's the narrative film. Right. And there's the feature length documentary as well that we shot about the process. Because again, this is such an incredible story about these two boys just aim for the stars and never said, no. Right? So eventually this movie will be released to the masses

Speaker 1: 5:58

For the masses and everyone will get to enjoy it. Yeah. And we'll let you know. Of course, when, when we know more today we have three thrilling zombie stories for you. We have three, three. Wow. Yes. I know we have the one from our special mystery guest. Yes. So we have three different people reading. One of them is me spoiler alert. And we also have our wonderful friend who you all know from past episodes, Miranda Wars, Zelle, and Kevin Murphy from the zombie deep dive that just came out. Did you write all three? I did. Congratulations. Thank you. But that being said, we do have a new system in place. Lots of things are changing over here. We have new process. So if you are a writer, you want to write some stuff for us, for upcoming episodes, we would love to feature your work DME at the lunatics project on Instagram, or email me@filmsaboutlunaticsatgmail.com. And we'll get you on our writers mailing list because we want to make sure we're featuring work from all sorts of talented people. And not just us. Can you get the address? Uh, lunatics dot moon? I mean maybe is that important to you? I mean, it just sounds yeah. At linear ticks Abby at lunatics, stop moon. Yeah. I don't think that moon is real. All right. Anyway, here we go. So I'm going to kick things off, reading the first story, because we're going to save the headliners for the end. If you will. This is a story that I wrote for the book horror stories, but I actually have never read it on the podcast. It is one of my favorite stories that I've ever written. And it was sort of like the anchor piece in, in the book. So it's not, is this the good one or the stupid one is I hope it's good. It's not a hundred percent zombie, but it's kinda zombie. And I thought the theme worked well enough to, to add it to this episode show, we crack open the tome. Here we go. Luna opened up the lunatics library.

Speaker 3: 8:03

[inaudible]

Speaker 1: 8:04

Eric did not want to go to the stupid cabin. He didn't like leaving the city in his friends. He especially, didn't like being trapped in the middle of nowhere with his dad and his older brother. He knew the city streets as if they're a part of his DNA, but the country confused him, everything was twisted and turned. The trees grew an unruly patterns. He hated the sound of the breeze. As it passed through the leaves and sent a shiver down his spine. He tiptoed in his older brother's room. Can I sleep in here with you tonight? His older brother, Patrick peeked out from behind the comic book. He was reading his jet black hair fell in front of his eyes. Eric always marveled at how effortlessly. Cool. Patrick was. Sorry, man. I need my beauty sleep tonight. And your sleep talking is out of control. Patrick flipped his comic book back up and continued to read Eric side. I barely sleep talk anymore. Patrick, Lord his book again. Oh yeah. How do you know Eric was weary of being vulnerable with Patrick? Not because Patrick was unkind, but because Eric hated feeling like the weak little brother, he was only four years younger, but at his age it felt like a lifetime. The divide between middle school and high school was vast. He threw caution to the wind. I don't like this house. It freaks me out this time. Patrick put down his comic book and fixed Eric with one of his attentive and very present looks, come here, Patrick toss his reading material down. Eric walked into the room and sat on the edge of his older brother's bed. Patrick smiled. You know, there's nothing to be scared of. Right? Nothing is going to happen to you. No ghosts are going to jump out in the night. Patrick. Lukewarmly at his little brother. It's not that I'm afraid of ghosts. Eric shifted uncomfortably in his seat. I just don't like the vibe here. It's so quiet and different from home. Different is good. The more time you spend in other places, the more you appreciate them. Eric side, Patrick went on. Isn't it nice to have a break from the city? All the noise and people suddenly a door slammed in the sound of shuffling came from the cabin's main room. Both boys jumped to their feet. There was a blur of something or someone rushed by Patrick's open door. Patrick was moving much faster than Eric's mind. He quickly reached his left arm into the hallway and grabbed the intruder. Eric jumped back in shock. Patrick was confused as he surveyed his captive. She must have been eight or nine tops. Her greasy black hair was long and straight. She was wearing a white masquerade style mask with straight bunny ear shooting up over her head. It covered her eyes and nose. The girl kept moving her head. As if she was looking around the room. She never focused on the boys. Eric wondered if she was blind. She was humming to herself, but barely fighting against Patrick's restraint. Eric's first thought was that something was wrong. She was so young. The scene was hard to digest. His eyes dropped down to her lips, chin and teeth. They were stained in a deep, dark red, a sharp pain creeped into his chest. What's going on in there. Eric sad called from his bedroom. Am I missing something fun? Dad, come here, Patrick called back. Still holding the girl. Hurry. I don't like this. What's on her face. Eric asked Patrick softly as he spoke, the girl looked towards Eric. The mass didn't have eye holes, but she seemed to focus on him for a second. As if she had x-ray vision. Eric didn't understand why the mask wouldn't have cutouts to see-through. Are you okay? Patrick whispered to the girl, her head shifted towards his voice for only a moment before she started moving again. She said nothing but continued to hum. It wasn't a tune. More like a tone, a steady sound. Patrick could see the Eric was unnerved. Don't freak out. She's just a little girl. Maybe we should call someone to help. Eric suggested the brothers looked at her fearing what she'd lived through at such a young age. Eric stomach flipped. This was just a little girl, but wherever she came from was not somewhere. A little girl should be. Yeah, I think so. Patrick reached out his free hand to pet his brother on the back and like lightning. The girl took her opportunity. She sprinted forward right into the doorframe. She crashed hard into the wall, but the force freed her from Patrick scrip. Shoot. He yelled as she ran just as fast and the other direction slamming into the wall across the hallway. Why didn't she reach her arms out in front of her to feel Eric thought to himself as he started to trail behind her, his concern for her trumped, his fear of what she might do. Dad. This is an emergency Patrick yelled from behind Eric. Eric kept up with her watching as she stumbled around the furniture in the house. She was moving quickly, but constantly met with obstacles. Finally, she made it to the front door. Oh. She's going to get away. The little girl pulled open the door just seconds. Before Eric reached her, he sped up as he followed her outside, he wasn't wearing any shoes and his socks were immediately drenched in the wet grass. A Misty fog, blanketed the air in dampness, Eric focused on the girl. She was sprinting towards the woods. As they ran away from the cabin lights, it became harder to see he pulled out his cell phone and fumbled to turn on the flashlight. Eric knew he'd probably lose her in the forest. He didn't know the area and he wasn't used to the train. He lengthened his stride, hoping to catch up with her before she disappeared, he felt an overwhelming need to protect her. Eric weighed up. He could hear the sounds of his brother and father approaching. They were faster than he was. They would catch up soon. He kept moving. He passed into the forest, into the tree covered canopy. It was pitch-black besides the narrow beam of white light coming from his phone, he was in a horror movie. He stumbled over tree branches and rocks. As he ran, he wished he was back in the city, but he felt compelled to keep moving forward. Eric noticed that the little girl didn't crash into any trees or rocks in her path. He wondered why she had such problems with cabin walls. The sound of his brother and father seemed to be fading. Why hadn't they caught up yet? It didn't make sense. They're both so much taller and faster than he was. He could barely hear their shouting voices or heavy footsteps. They felt far away, but he couldn't bring himself to look behind him. He didn't want to take his eyes off of her. His vision started to tunnel the gray trees and branches on the outer edge of his flashlight beam were replaced with a dark black border. The woods seemed to shift like he was passing through a new space or time. He was in a daze. He couldn't stop Patrick. He tried to yell, but nothing came out. Dad. He realized he was only shouting in his head. His feet propelled him forward. He sprinted. Now nothing seemed clear to him except the little girl blurry, light and dark shapes pulse from her and surrounded her. She led him onwards. She turned around to look at him. He stopped short. Her eyes were glowing red through her mask. He could see red light shining through the material. He inhaled sharply. He felt like she was looking right into his soul, his heart, like she could see every bit of his insides. Every moment from his past, she went to him and clasped his hand. He could barely see now everything was stark. He heard murmurs noises. He tilted his head back and forth trying to follow the sounds. He was blind. He didn't panic. It was as if he was drugged. Some invisible force was keeping his emotions in check, calming his nerves. He clutched onto the little girl's hand and tried to ignore the memory of the dark red substance that had been dried on her teeth. Eric knew that his brother and dad weren't close to him anymore. He couldn't sense them. He tried to speak, but again, nothing came out. His vocal chords would only admit humming noises. Now she started on his left hand. He could feel the sensation of her teeth digging into his flesh, but it felt muted. He could handle the pain. Eric felt more mouth strain and gently nine on his skin, blood and eventually bones. Despite the terror, he knew he should feel he peacefully faded. I think that was a pretty cool take on the zombie perspective. I mean, yeah. It's certainly not zombie. One-on-one kind of is. It's just told from a more interesting point of view. Yeah. I mean, I mean, she's not like, you know, she's like a little bit of an intelligence zombie and she's a little bit other worldly. Like she brings him to another plane. Oh. I thought that he was slowly becoming a zombie himself and that's why the world was fading around. No, that's true. But it's sort of a little trippy, you know? Yeah. Because I always imagine there's, I mean, there's a couple, I guess, zombie worlds where the, they kind of show the knee, the point of view of the zombie. Yeah. And I love it when it's not just like a human, you know, trapped inside trying to get out or it's like, everything just looks different. Right. You know? And I thought that this was his way of slowly entering the fold. If you will, as the normal world faded behind him. Yeah. Yeah. That's right. Cool. Well, that was my zombie story. Great story. Shall we now listen to, uh, a zombie POM? Are you up for that? Oh, we love, love the poems. Okay. Here we go.

Speaker 4: 17:22

Bits of bone pushed through flesh as if his skin was paper, his biology starting to crumble and break down blood dripped from his lips, but not his own. His mouth salivating yearning to be filled with meat, not after a taste wanting to on humanity, gorged full of sticky Oregons and salty skin. A rumble from his stomach slipped out of his lips. A low grunt to powerful blowing away. Some of the loose skin from his face, his eyeballs scanned no longer able to see flowers or beauty, only able to hunt for food. To look for prey. The brain in his head, useless his head itself. A vessel for hunting and eating nothing more. An empty shell, a simple script hunt, eat, repeat memories, wiped, clean feet, stumbling forward, clumsy and crude onwards. He walked surrounded by so many moving things. His scans letting them know they weren't food. Keep moving, keep scanning, not recognizing the street sign or the would be familiar mailbox. The would be familiar. Front door stairs, the smell of roses and rainwater replaced with the smell of rot inside up, up, up, he climbed. He didn't recognize the smell of his very own bedroom or the feeling of the toy story. Bedding the soft comforter with a stained sheet annoys. He turned movement. He lunged crouching behind a door. A huddle of food sitting ducks, instantly his sharp teeth tore at their bodies, feasting on their muscles. Their eyes exploding in his mouth. Slurping their blood. Never realizing, never remembering who they were. They begged, they pleaded. They spoke to him in a language. He no longer knew. They called him a name. It felt empty against his missing ears. He didn't know. He fed on his sister and his screaming mother. He had no awareness of biting his little brother's shoulder, the little boy escaping, but relief, fading as the bite spread the toxin growing within him to the memories faded until the family was either dead or undead, resting or hunting.

Speaker 2: 21:26

This is number two in the interesting zombie perspective. Mini series. I mean he eats his family. It's pretty grim. Yeah. But again, you told it from the zombies perspective, he wasn't the antagonist. He was the antihero does that. These are truly underrepresented. You know, I needed to just, it was my duty to give them a platform. Abby Brinker attorney at law representing zombies everywhere. That's right. Call me up. All right. Final story. Are you or a loved one done dead. You might be entitled to financial compensation. You sound like you sound like a vampire. Have you, or have you or a loved one? Oh, empire. That's right. Cause we're culturally accurate. I don't know if you guys have picked this up from the zombie from the vampire episode, but Alan loves to call vampires vampires. It's because I know in Transylvania, you, you reversed the VCs and the W's so stupid. The way empire. Um, all, I mean also I feel like that opens a lot of doors for new types of hybrid monsters. Yeah. Instead of maybe bitten by a bat they're bitten by a mantis shrimp bitten by a wet no, no. The mantis shrimp, which has the F it punches faster than a low caliber bullet. I don't even know what you're saying. A mantis shrimp. Yes. Oh, for this that look like, can you just take a moment to Google mantis shrimp please? They're real. Yes. They're actually really beautiful. Oh, I thought that this was made up. Okay. So it looks like a lobster. That's very colorful, like a rainbow or like a dragon, but the way that they hunt is by punching and they punch so fast. It literally goes super Sonic for a very brief moment. It boils the water just due to friction. And it creates a little explosion when it hits. This has been random, fun facts with Alan claudin but no, hang on. So instead of being bitten by a bat, if they're bitten by a mantis shrimp. Yeah. Wham Pyre. Wow. Very good. Okay. So yeah, that was my door's reading.

Speaker 1: 23:46

You know, Miranda probably from some of our past episodes, especially deep dives into some pagan topics, but you can follow her if you're not already on instagram@alien.meet. And sometimes she does bedtime stories on Instagram live and it is very soothing and fun for the, for the end of the night. So everyone loves it. Everyone loves it. She's a good friend of the pod. Yeah. She's a friend of the pod. Okay. Time for the big finale story, possibly the best story ever written or read. There's a chance that it could be. That's the end of that sentence. All right, here we go.

Speaker 3: 24:32

Love story written by Abby breaker. Read by Devin Murphy.

Speaker 5: 24:39

Zach's my chemical romance tour shirt hung loosely over his skinny jeans, his DC shoes shuffled down the sidewalk. He had just gotten off the school bus at his usual stop. He walked slowly home savoring the few moments he got to be near Nicole. His iPod blaring story of the year. Nicole got off at the same stop. Her bubble gum pink vans were almost hidden by her two long jeans shredded at the bottom from scraping against the ground. Her dark long hair was fastened in a bun on top of her head, her iPod blaring brand new while Zach looked at Nicole out of the corner of his eye. Nicole looked at Ashley. Ashley was a sophomore, a full year older than the other two. She had transferred over the summer, which had caused a major uproar on the first day of school. Some students had wanted to be friends with the cool new girl. Some students wanted to date her and others had hated her guts for no reason at all, besides their own insecurities. Ashley's springy blonde curls. Bob, as she walked a few paces ahead of the group, she wore two layered polo shirts. Her iPod blaring Alicia keys, all three teenagers lived within a few houses of each other, not quite next door neighbors, but close enough that the bus driver refused to make three stops. So close despite living so close Ashley's Zach and Nicole had barely talked to each other before. At least recently, Zach and Nicole used to catch frogs down the street in middle school. But once they got to high school, things changed. They met new friends and everyone became awkward around each other. The flashing red stop sign closed against the side of the bus and it rumbled away. Zach was about to turn into his driveway and take a last longing. Look at Nicole. When a pickup truck slowly drove by an idled next to Ashley, everyone stopped and looked. Ashley popped out one of her purple headphones and looked into the cab. Two guys in their twenties sat inside strangers. They down the window and a puff of smoke escaped into the brisk afternoon. They were passing a split between them. Ashley coughed, something sharp, grew in Nicole's chest. As she watched these men look at Ashley, it didn't look like Ashley knew them. She threw caution to the wind and started to cross the street from the other side of the sidewalk. Zach saw Nicole walking closer to Ashley. He did the same. Can I help you? Ashley asked attitude dripping with every syllable, Alicia keys pumping loudly through the earbud. In her hand, we share hope so the man in the passenger side opened the door somehow letting out, even more smoke. Ashley took a step back. Who the are you? She said defiantly. Nicole was running. Now she sprinted to Ashley's side. The men looked gross up close. Nicole, almost gagged at the putrid smell of the smoke. Are you okay? She looked at Ashley waiting for a sign. I don't know these guys. Ashley replied to Nicole, but didn't take her eyes off of the men within a few seconds. Zack appeared from the other direction. He felt awkward. Not sure what to say, but he stood there. Tipping the scale in their favor. The men looked less excited to see Zach and then quite suddenly strange noises erupted from the bed of the pickup truck. Shut up. One of the men yelled spitting on the ground. Ashley wrinkled her nose at the lougie near her clean white Adidas. I think there's some mistake. I don't know you. Ashley held her ground grateful for the support of her neighbors. More noises from the back of the truck. This time something moved, there was something or someone under a tarp tied up in the back. It flailed up over the edge of the truck. What the? Zach yelled, starting to back away. The other man from the truck screamed as he jumped in next to the tarp. I thought you gave it enough for three days. How the hell am I supposed to know how to dose one? The spitting man turned his attention away for a split second, helping the other with the tarp. Nicole grabbed Ashley's hand and bolted impressed by her own confidence. She steered the girl toward her house. The closest of all their houses. Zach seen his crush run for safety followed. Hey, wait up. He said lamely his skinny jeans were slowing him. Now the girls were starting to pull ahead. When something green and dead passed into his view, he turned his head and screamed the scene behind him was unreal. The two men from the truck lay on the sidewalk covered in blood and something. Something dead was chasing. Zach. The girls turned at the sound of his scream. Holy, Ashley yelled. She pulled Nicole as they ran faster. Hurry up. Zack, Nicole screened behind her. It's right behind you. Zach was momentarily touched that Nicole was looking out for him. And then he remembered the reanimated corpse that was chasing him. these skinny jeans. He thought they'd been nothing but trouble. He wished he had his skateboard with him. He also wished he actually learned how to ride his. Since his parents had given it to him for Christmas, sometimes he would walk around the neighborhood, holding it in his hand as if he was on the way to skate somewhere. He had many regrets. His hand appeared next to his face. Again, missing him by mere inches. He wasn't fast enough. He had to get crafty. He veered, left quickly judging the monster who immediately turned its attention on the girls. Up ahead, as if Zach had never even been there while it's not vast smart, then Zach thought he needed to kill it and save Nicole. He could picture her running into his arms, kissing him, telling him how she'd always loved him, that she didn't know how to tell him that this was the most romantic. Nicole screams brought Zach out of his daydream. The zombie had the girls cornered. They were huddled outside of her garage door. She was fumbling with the key code. Hey zombie. Over here, Zach called heroically, luring the creature away from his beloved. Now what he thought, test monster turned and ran right for him. He finally got a good look. The greenish gray skin was barely attached to the bones. More bald patches than hair on its head and the face, the face of a skeleton with rotting teeth, black drool bubbling out of its would be lips. Finally thinking fast, Zach started to run to the right. The Murphy family had a tree swing in their front yard. God bless them. Zack barreled toward the swing, the zombie and pursuit. He was going to jump it and entangled the monster. As it tried to follow him, brilliant. Zach thought his legs eight and his breath became shallower. As he pushed forward. He also regretted sitting on the sidelines in every gym class, accepting the C minus for putting on his uniform. If only his lungs were used to exercise the size, it didn't matter. He wasn't going to let anything get in the way of this. He was going to, it looks so cool in front of Nicole. Suddenly Zach felt his legs leave the ground. He had been lost in thought not paying attention to where he was. He tripped over the Murphys swing tipped forward and plummeted headfirst into their perfectly mowed grass. Whoa, boom. The sound something metal and heavy crashed and crunch something behind Zack. From his tangled position in the swing. He turned his head. Ashley stood tall, a few feet behind him holding a fire extinguisher over head, the zombie lay twitching at her feet convulsing as its brains ooze onto the manicured lawn. A cry of joy. Zach groaned as Nicole started to run toward them. He hurriedly tried to disengage his left foot from the swing and roll into a casual seated position. He straightened himself just in time to see Nicole leap forward and hug Ashley, the pair clumsily in for a kiss

Speaker 2: 32:41

Zach side.

Speaker 1: 32:47

Well, I guess Kevin Murphy has a career ahead of him reading audio books.

Speaker 2: 32:50

Holy cow. So I was thoroughly unprepared for how I mean, don't get me wrong, Kevin. I knew you were talented, but I was thoroughly unprepared for the level of professionalism in your voice acting. Yeah.

Speaker 1: 33:04

Yeah. That was amazing. That was so fun.

Speaker 2: 33:06

I should mention though, that Kevin Murphy did introduce me to my very first audio book very early in life. That was one of the Harry Potter novels voiced by none other than the very talented Jim Dale. Jim Dale is amazing. And you can just hear the influence. Yeah.

Speaker 1: 33:22

Yeah. You could hear the similarities for sure. One's British. But besides that

Speaker 2: 33:27

Identical, they could, they could be father and son, brother, and brother,

Speaker 1: 33:32

Brother, you know it's Oh empire. And when empire,

Speaker 2: 33:37

I mean, no, but so speaking of vampires, I was thinking it'd be a really good movie called beware the way empire. Yeah. And it's just as vampire her vampire, if you will, that roams the streets and he's got a mean right. Hook,

Speaker 1: 33:56

I mean right hook. Yeah. Okay. So he, he punches people.

Speaker 2: 34:00

Yeah. It's not that it's traditional. Like I'm going to bite you. I mean he does bite you cause he's a great player, but you know, Bo boy, can you just, can you punch great.

Speaker 1: 34:10

That's a great idea. Maybe we should pitch it to universal.

Speaker 2: 34:13

Well, we can have a whole series where we just makeup monster.

Speaker 1: 34:19

Sure. I think so. Yeah, sure. I think that's, that sounds like what we do all day. Yup. Well, you guys saying so much for listening. I hope you enjoy this new format. We're going to work out some of the kinks, but we're, I'm excited. I think it's cool. And it gives a little bit more space for some creative energy and hopefully some space for voice actors and writers and more people to get involved in the show. The special things of course, to Miranda Wardell and Kevin Murphy for reading those beautiful stories

Speaker 2: 34:47

And a special thanks to Abby Brinker for making it all up.

Speaker 1: 34:50

Oh, and a special thanks down KU Dan for making it all possible from a technical perspective. No small feat my friends.

Speaker 2: 34:58

Well, I'm glad that we just had our little compliment Fest. That's that's a very important,

Speaker 1: 35:03

Yeah, it's good for you. Good for relationships. Compliment those you love. Oh, also one quick note,

Speaker 2: 35:10

Just so everyone knows, we discussed so many zombie movies during the zombie deep dive that to keep it to our normal runtime. It got cut down. But if you want to listen to the entire run of our zombie movie extravaganza, where we Gorge ourselves on copious amounts of zombie movies, feel free to check that out. How do they check that out? Patriot Patrion. Yeah. Watch Patrion. So

Speaker 1: 35:40

We're going to release the extended version if you will. The uncut raw conversation with Kevin Murphy, uh, as a bonus horror movie club episode on Patrion. So you also get all kinds of other, other perks there, but that will be there if you're looking for the, you know, the nitty gritty of it.

Speaker 2: 35:57

Yeah. And along with Patrion comes the horror, the horror movie club.

Speaker 1: 36:03

Yeah. So horror movie club is what we call our bonus episodes because they're all focused on horror movies instead of the history of horror, which we do obviously on the main podcast.

Speaker 2: 36:12

Oh this, so it's, this actually fits really well with horror movie club.

Speaker 1: 36:15

Right. That's why we're doing it. Oh yeah. So we're going to throw that there. We're also of course going to do another horror movie club for February. We're not going to sell you short. So you'll have two this month, but the conversation was just really, really fun. And there's a lot of historical information about Alan in high school years that got cut out. So feel free to, uh, to join us on Patrion for that very special content.

Speaker 2: 36:38

What time is it going live on Patrion? I don't know. Six, seven central

Speaker 1: 36:44

Six. Seven central. Yeah. That's right. All right. Bye

Speaker 6: 36:56

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