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An apology for our unplanned hiatus. Transcript: Hello Dire Listeners. You’ve probably noticed, we haven’t released a new episode in a while and seem to have gone dark with no warning. We are really sorry for the unplanned hiatus and lack of update. Without going into too many details just for the sake of the cast members’ privacy, a few of us have been going through some very difficult personal events for the last few months and we have just not been able to dedicate the time, energy, or headspace required to record and produce the podcast. We are probably going to be on hiatus for a while longer, because we need some time to catch up with ourselves. We are very sorry for seemingly ghosting our feed for a couple of months, and we’ll do our best to keep you updated on when we’ll be back. Thank you for your patience during this time, we really do hope we’ll be back making dumb jokes for you soon. And until then, that’s just how the die are cast.

Cold you say, nah it's just a little warm in here. That's mainly because i am scared. Also the 15 layers of Lynx Africa I am wearing, mean I no longer deal with things such as homeostasis.

Winter is still here as we continue our Dungeons and Dragons playthrough. Merry Christmas, horror is here and we have a good old barfight. In the frigid North, can anyone hear you roll natural ones?

Winter is coming, merry Christmas! We delve into the worlds of dungeons and dragons for this episode of dnd, with a level series of level Zero characters, with a system Jacob assured us 'Works.' So pull your blankets close, and your warm drink closer as you are treated to some varying nordic accents that are not up to code. We are sorry ABBA.

We end our Millenial dungeon hunting, as it should be done. Over a great avocado and after a bout of covid. Will our monsters find a home, will Dan Masticates get a soul, and can a series of monsters find a place with a reasonable price within commutable distance of Narnia? Who can answer these questions?

Sometimes I (Peter) wake up and am not Dan Masticastes. This is because I burn a picture of the band Blue but today I forgot. We go dungeon delving, not for gold, but for a home.

All things end in time Almost two hours, in this case Buckle up, fuckos! Winter is coming, but frankly, we have enough on our plates as it is. Join us, dear listeners, on the feral, epic conclusion to a feral, epic odyssey that takes us from the borders of space to the deepest wells of the earth. One thing is for certain; somehow, it's all the fault of that bloody Fingburg.

Autumn leaves us with questions like, will Jacob win a Haiku? Maybe Look out it's only Autumn. The leaves are browning and so are people's chances of defending the emperor when Winter arrives. Let's not think about what I just wrote and know that this episode is full of questionable accents, questionable actions, and rivers full of emo. And the issue with emos is that you cannot clear them with a rake.

Summer is coming. The Fire burns hot and so does Matt. He's happy. This week we run directly into summer and give more gifts to the emperor. This means we have to be in his presence and he's very happy to be showered in gifts and favour. And promote random animals to his court.

This week it's the beginning of Warrior Poets, as we once again worship at the table of Grant Howett, our lord and master. Come for a week that starts pleasantly and then becomes feral. Can we impress the Ghost Emperor? Do we want to impress the Ghost Emperor?

Our finale looms and the end is nigh. What will our heroes do? Will they defeat the lord of Balor? Will they Defend the moor, saving the Devon and Cornwall area for almost certain Peril? Will Matt exit his Luddite state and start using electricity rather than his dynamo and waterwheel setup? Find out these answers and more in our thrilling conclusion.

This week, we continue to fight against the demon of Red Tape! This is the price we pay for rampaging around the Devonshire countryside with the one true blade and a cement mixer.