Guard Frequency Episode 272 | Dirigible “Party”

Cits and Civs, Captains and Commanders, you’re tuned to episode 272 of Guard Frequency — the best damn space sim podcast ever! This episode was recorded on August 23, 2019 and released for streaming and download on Tuesday, August 27, 2019 at

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3 responses to “Guard Frequency Episode 272 | Dirigible “Party””

  1. seannewboy Avatar

    Loved it all everyone.

    cq2) still trying to figure out why i would want a yacht in a war torn universe.

  2. Bobo Cronkite Avatar
    Bobo Cronkite

    FRANKFURT, Germany, August 2019 — The Dixie Pig: A vampire lounge featuring roast human flesh and doors to other worlds.

    This reporter has learned that Ram Abbalah, aka Chris Roberts, aka The Crimson King, did preside at yet another community bloodletting. In attendance were several Type One donors, Low-Men closers, and this reporter disguised as a bottomless chocolate fountain.

    Entertainment included the usual simpering professions of fealty coupled with grotesque displays of self-inflicted donation. The Crimson King appeared pleased, right up until his projected hallucination of dominion over the stars inexplicably morphed into a series of nauseating transmogrifications. Before the faithful’s eyes The King shifted form into Victor Lustig, and Charles Ponzi, then finally into Bernard Madoff. The Type Ones and Low-Men howled their indignant rage. The Crimson King spat upon the floor before disappearing in a thunderclap of nasally epithets.

    Next this reporter witnessed a great crashing amid whoops and shouts. Sunlight burst through the darkened windows since obliterated by repentant clergy, billy bumblers, and good honest young men. The Type Ones who failed to escape flamed and melted in the light. Their shrieks and curses upon the houses of the fud makers. The lounge itself then instantly dissolved as if it were made of nothing but dust upon forgotten promises. All that remained was an empty warehouse and this chocolate fountain.

    The Crimson King’s true faces thus revealed, the final act is ours for the drawing. For the drawing to then erase this blight from our world.

    And that’s the way it is. Tuesday September 3rd, 2949. This is Bobo Cronkite; good night.

  3. Florian Avatar

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