Oct 27th 2025, 11:36:11
Poncho: Ahem
Lefty: Oh, hi. Sorry, yah, Started without you sorry.
Lefty: A go pro? Seriously? That's child's play. Do you even know how to use those things? Last time you tried “recording,” on the go pro you ended up livestreaming your hairy back to the Alliance Discord for two hours.
Poncho: That was art, Lefty. It was performance expression. People need to understand the raw texture of an aging ferret.
Lefty: They understood, alright. I’m still getting flashbacks of the comments section. Someone said your back looked like a chia pet drowning in cream of broccoli soup.
Poncho: [ignores him] Anyway! We’ll need a microphone. A real one. Not that karaoke thing you’ve been spitting into since 1997.
Lefty: That’s a vintage Logitech headset, you mangy hipster. I used that to negotiate peace between UCN and IX back in the double zero.
Poncho: the year two thousand you mean?
Lefty: For a ferret you aren't that cool.
Poncho: For a ferret you aren't smart. I remember you muted yourself for three hours and thought everyone was ignoring you?
Lefty: Tactical silence. It was a strategy.
Poncho: Sure, General Whisper. Anyway, I was thinking—first episode, we talk about the glory days. “When Wolves Ruled the Web.” or "When IX won a network title", or "Mehul Patel, where is he now?"
We could invite Mehul over for a cup of tea, or do the wolf one. Give Empy a bath and for nostalgia points—he’ll probably cry, write a haiku, and pee in the tub a little. That’s content. Or we can invite some of the uhh...people that are...
Lefty?
Lefty: Yah?
Poncho: I just realized there's a bunch of like, zombies walking around just like drooling on themselves. What the hell are those things?! They're hideous?!
Lefty: Oh, Um, SuperFly told me they were called bots. They're like AI players. The alliances...grab em by the land farm.
Poncho: Well, thats robot harassment, what happened to just grabbing each other by the landfarm?
Lefty: That went away when the golden girls went off the air, anyway, we need an intro theme. Something classy. Maybe… howling layered over a distorted modem dial-up tone?
Poncho: snaps fingers Genius! Like… the sound of ancient servers waking from slumber!
Lefty: Exactly. And we’ll have segments! Like “Alliance Obituaries” — for people who haven’t logged in since to Earth Empires since 2012.
Poncho: Or “Drama from the Den” — where we read old forum posts out loud in dramatic voices.
Lefty: Ohhh! I can do BigRedDog’s rants! [clears throat] “You can’t call it an alliance if you’re farming my bases while I’m sleeping, you spineless pixels!”
Poncho: Beautiful. Tears in my eyes. This’ll go viral for sure.
Lefty: I can see it now—thousands of listeners tuning in, nostalgic veterans coming out of retirement, people digging out their old avatars and posting them on...on....well discord probably...
Poncho: Maybe even Paradigm's leader will come on and talk about hunting kangaroos!
Lefty: I don't think he does that. He, does musical stuff.
Poncho: Yah but we want clicks MATEY!
Lefty: You can't copy accents anymore ponch. They call that cultural appropriation and its highly offensive to some humans.
Poncho: What? Why? It's a great sign of strength to be able to laugh at yourself. Are you serious?
Lefty: Very serious. You can't do that.
Poncho: That's crazy! Ya know, back in the day we fought wars, we tamed wild beasts, we conquered the moon, and we became the most fiercest predator in the animal kingdom, and now you're telling me people are scared of words?
Lefty: Poncho, let's change the subject, this isn't feeling like a safe space for me.
Poncho: Fine, what if we got Croaker? Or somebody recent? Darkmere? She led the SOL?
Lefty: Or Wax!
Poncho: Or—wait for it—
Lefty: Well?
Poncho: I said WAIT FOR IT....
Lefty: (looking around) For what? WHO?
Poncho: Then we’ll interview him there! “Lefty and Poncho: Road Trip to...."
Lefty: Barring your little brain hemorrhages there, We’ll need sponsors.
Poncho: I’m thinking adult diapers, based on our audience demographic.
Lefty: Perfect fit. Literally.
Poncho: Alright then, Lefty. Let’s do it. One last howl for the old pack.
Lefty: You mean... we’re really doing this?
Poncho: Damn right we are. The wolves, or archangels, or leagues, or multies or whatever they called themselves 50 years ago may have aged—but the bite’s still there.
Lefty: Alright then. On three.
Poncho: One…
Lefty: Two…
Both: Awooooooooooo!
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