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This is written by Joseph think produced and with music by dispersion and starring to seek in the call. So make sure you are still subscribed to Alice's and dead and go get those on April the 13th as new episodes come out. Finally speaking of other shows, do you want to hear us talk about other things? We have three other really great chat shows. First of all, there's good morning nightville for all of your nightville needs. You can hear how, Meg and Symphony talk about every single episode in order of welcome to nightville.
Also we have random horror number nine. That is me and nightville star Cecil Baldwin talking about horror movies one at a time in a random order.
And then Joseph and Meg do best worst, which is a really fun podcast where they look at hit TV shows and they review the best rated on IMDB, the worst rated on IMDB and if you're a patreon member, they will review the middleest rated on IMDB. So check out all of those at pineapplepresents.com or just wherever you get your podcast and hey, thanks. Blink and you'll miss it. Oh, that's not advice. That's just the next two things you're going to do. Welcome to Nightville. Hey, does anyone hear that sound behind the sky? It's like a hundred matches being struck at once, or it's like the bones in your pinky finger snapping, or it's like teeth being run through an industrial grinder.
I would say in the sky, but that's not right. In the sky, there are clouds and black helicopters and unidentified aircraft, normal stuff like that, but this sound is coming from behind the sky.
“Does anyone hear it? It sounds like a heart breaking, or it sounds like an important letter being torn up, or it sounds like the way that losing it chess feels, it's the darnedest thing.”
Haven't heard anything like it, and I also didn't know sounds came from behind the sky, so I'm learning a lot right now. If anyone else is hearing that, please call in. You'll know the sound if you hear it. It sounds like a Toyota truck being slowly covered by thousands of tons of sand. More on that, if anything more happens. But first, Dana's investigation of the murders of Marcus Vanston and intern Jalen Rutherford continues. She is called and left me a voicemail. Let's give it a listen together.
Hi, Cecil. I keep coming back to certain strange financial transactions that Marcus Vanston made in the days before his death.
“As the saying goes, if you want to get to the truth, give chase to the cash.”
Marcus was making regular donations to his local church, our lady of temporary salvation. He said that he wasn't personally religious, but that whenever anyone gets mad about the egregious, oppressive power billionaires have on our country, it looked good if he sort of gestured at religion every once in a while. Plus, he was literally an angel. But his donation stopped after he had a private meeting with Harrison Kip. The rumor is that he promised Harrison Kip's religion a lot of money. Then, instead of donating to Harrison directly, he donated a few million dollars to the community college.
But at that point, I lost track of it. It gets shuffled around in bookkeeping that's way more complicated than a community college needs.
One thing I know for sure, the donation never made it to Harrison Kip if that's where it was supposed to go.
Where did that money disappear to?
Wow, that sounds like some exciting intrigue. It's almost like an episode of Antler Cove,
“except of course that a real person, uh, angel died.”
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and you sludge out of the back door of your house on a river of mud and keep adding mud until the mud has devoured your town,
and then your country, and then your world. Finally, top with a grilled chicken breast, if desired.
Mmm, mmm, mmm. Old stone tablet. That sounds delicious. Hey, does anyone hear that sound behind the sky? It sounds like a bike skating out of control on an unexpected patch of ice, or like a tree being slowly eaten by insects, and we think it can't feel it, but it absolutely can.
“You know how when you're around a lot of electricity, you can almost smell it?”
This sickly green burning smell that makes your hair float. Well, this sounds like how that smells. I got a call from the Longeon a sickdard down at Labs and Moore, her new mega lab and lab supply store in the science district. She says that she has heard the sound as well, and that it sounds like when the solution to a problem should be obvious, but you just can't quite articulate it. Or when you make a mistake that you know will be waiting for you every time you close your eyes for the rest of your life.
It sounds exactly like that, she says. I asked her if there was any scientific explanation, and she said yes, and I said, "Oh, great, what is it?" And she said, "Oh, I don't know the explanation. I just know that if something exists, then science can explain it." And then she said that it sounds like falling from the top of a three-story building onto a large pile of empty ice cream cones. So, I'm not the only one who hears it.
Please, keep calling in if you hear it, too. And now a message from the Night Vale Philosophical Society. Attachment to the world is your problem. You think that your value is the value of your possessions. You think that your car means something about you as a person.
You think that what is in your wallet is related in any way to the substance of your soul. We want to help you with that. So, we have decided to speak your language. Break yourself free from the cycle of desire, and there is a crisp $100 bill in it for you. That's right.
Realize that we are all one with the universe, and that material things are no more valuable than soil, and we will smack that one hundo right in your hand. Make big bucks by seeing past the trap of wealth. The choice is yours. Stay tied to the heavy burden of everything you own, or realize that the only difference between you and the sun is an arrangement of atoms,
and that you never needed anything at all, and baby this Benjamin is yours.
All is eternal, and all is nothing. And if you can realize that, you'll be 100 big ones richer. This has been a message from the Night Vale Philosophical Society. Hey, does anyone hear that sound behind the sky? It sounds like a hand mixer in a tub of hair gel, or like the last cough you make before you die.
Like that. I got a call from Big Rico. He said he heard the sound down at Big Rico's pizza, and that it sounded like crunching into a delicious pepperoni pizza.
“Yeah, I guess I said, I mean, sort of, do you think it sounds like anything else?”
I said, nah, said Big Rico, it's exactly the sound of crunching into the best pepperoni pizza of your life.
I'd know it anywhere.
Maybe someone is eating a big pepperoni pizza behind the sky, he suggested.
Well, it's the first explanation we've been offered, so that's something.
I wish I knew for sure what that sound behind the sky was, though. Now, everyone's favorite part of the night, your latest, antler-cove recap.
“I'm realizing now that the only way I can get anyone to listen to my show is if I give you a quick recap of what's happening on the hit TV series and Recove.”
That airs exactly during my broadcast time slot. These have been prepared for me by a trusted source. Thanks Michelle. So, do not worry, these are all completely accurate. Okay.
It seems that Troy and Bronson were in cohoots the whole time, and were working to trick Ebony out of her rightful share of the sulfur fortune.
I know. But then, it turns out Bronson wasn't even Bronson, but was instead Magnus, the illegitimate son of the powerful Randall family.
Magnus had returned to antler-cove in disguise in order to get his revenge. His revenge plan had been complicated, however, when he fell in love with Troy, and now Troy thinks that he's Bronson and Magnus doesn't know how to tell Troy who he really is without ruining everything. Meanwhile, Poppy, the owner of the town bait shop, which also serves as a secret front for the illegal and violent marble racing scene, she has spotted strange lights on dead man's rock, far out in the turbulent waters of Antler Cove.
And she is convinced that those lights are, wait for it, you're not going to believe this. David, who has been missing since season 2, I know. None of the other characters believe her, so Poppy is getting ready to row herself out to the rock, even though no one has ever made it across Antler Cove without being crushed by the waves. And Lionel, who knows that David actually moved to New York City for a work thing, has been trying to convince her not to, but Poppy won't listen, and now the entire future of the marble racing business is in doubt.
Whew, I'll be honest, that sounds pretty good. And Michelle said she even had to leave out a few things for time, like a fun little subplot about a new cook at the diner who keeps getting everyone's order wrong. And the whole thing about how the aliens have given everyone three days to meet their demands or they destroy the entire world.
“So, that's what you missed on Antler Cove, thanks for spending time with me instead.”
And now traffic. Out by the bus station, a woman sits on a bench. She fiddles with a ring on her finger. Next to her is a cardboard box. It contains some, but not all of the items in her life she considers indispensable.
She wishes it contained all of those items, but she had packed it in a hurry. Had known she was leaving until a few minutes before she did. She thinks about what she left behind, and feels a deep regret.
But she knows she'll never go back to get them.
“She breaves in through her nose and out through her mouth.”
She smells wild, sage, baking in the late afternoon sun. And she smells the exhaust of the cars from the highway. She fiddles with the ring again, and then acting on her decision a second before her mind is aware she's made it. She takes the ring off and throws it. It disappears into the dirt and brush across the road.
She wouldn't be able to find it again if she tried. She's not going to try. She looks again at the cardboard box, sifts through the contents. Seize the bus coming, puts the box down, stands, and waves at the bus and it pulls over. It has no destination card, but she knows where it is going.
She doesn't glance back at the bench. When the doors open with a low, woosh, she steps up onto the bus, and the doors click shut again, and the bus pulls away. The cardboard box still sits on the bench. So, a free box of stuff by the bus station, if anyone wants to grab it.
This has been traffic. Hey, does anyone hear that sound behind the sky?
It sounds like a duck.
It sounds like a blender full of eggshells and glass. Do you hear that? Who even knows what could be causing it? Invaders from another world?
“A scientific experiment on what is the worst sound all of us will put up with?”
An attempt by our government to control the weather? [Music] We've been in a drum machine, silence and reverence, into the audience. Under the air, for tea, sadness so sexy, blinds us like the pies,
but like some pies never sing.
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Hey, does anyone not hear that sound behind the sky anymore? I thought it was bad when it was happening because it sounded like someone was tapping on the inside of my skull.
Or like the cracking of a building right before it falls down around you, lik...
But somehow, it's worse now that the sound is gone.
The silence is like after the spin and crack of a car crash, when the people in the car try to tell if they are still all together there. It's the pause when something is said that cannot be taken back, and everyone is still sitting with the poison of the words, like that. Oh, I'm getting a call.
It's from Stacey Jennings, the park ranger out in the scrublands.
“There is no official state or national park out there, but as long as I can remember,”
Stacey has been out there in her park ranger uniform, shambling about whispering nature facts to kids, and subsisting on insects dug from the ground with her long blunt claws. Stacey says there's some kind of to-do out in the scrublands,
and she's never seen the like.
She says a hole has appeared in the sky. Not like a black hole or anything cosmic, more like a hole kicked through drywall. Now she says, and she's screaming a little bit, try to keep a hold of yourself Stacey. She says a figure is crawling out from the hole. It looks no more than the size of a normal adult human,
but the figure also easily descended from the hole in the sky to the ground, like it was no more distance than a single step on a staircase. Stacey can you describe the figure? Stacey says, and now she's sobbing, so it's really hard to understand her,
“please, try to speak more clearly Stacey.”
She says the figure has a kind of flicker where the face should go. What does that mean, Stacey? She says it's like a TV screen that has gone out of whack, mostly black with flickers of light, and sometimes something that is like a face, but she can't quite keep a hold of it.
Every time she sees it, she receives it as a pain and her stomach, rather than as visual information. The figure with the flickering face is turning toward her and speaking. She says the voice is like, "Licking concrete." She says the voice is like almost looking at a laser pointer
and thinking about what would have happened if you let it actually blind you. Like that. She says she can't make up the words because the voice causes her head to buzz and the world around her swoon. She says the figure is walking toward her.
She says it is holding out its hand. She says, "I'm going to take the hand and she's crying quite hard now." She says it's going to undo me, it's going to reverse my entire existence
and not only will I be gone, but I will never have been.
But I'm going to take the hand. I wish someone were here to stop me. I'm taking the hand now, she says. Oh, she got cut off. There was a sound like a deck of cards scattering to the ground
and then nothing. You know, cell service has been so unreliable lately. Anyway, I wish Stacey had been a little more detailed in her narrative and I'm certainly going to give her a ribbing about that next time I see her, which I assume will be soon.
Stay tuned next for the pitter pattern of little feeds running down the hall. Ah, the kids have woken up and are coming to see you. Of course, you don't have kids. The pitter pattern is getting closer now. Good night, night Vale.
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“Today's proverb, if I were in Groundhog Day, it would have gone down differently.”
I simply would have moved forward in time despite the time loop.
Due to my hustle mindset.
“Hey, Jeffrey Craner here to tell you about another show from me and my Night Vale co-creator, Joseph Fink.”
It's called Unlicensed and it's an L.A. noir style mystery set in the outskirts of present day Los Angeles.
Unlicensed follows two unlicensed private investigators who small jobs looking into insurance claims
“and missing property are only the tip of a conspiracy iceberg.”
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