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Camlann: Season 1, Episode 3:
"The Lantern Man"

Transcript created: 7th February 2024

Last updated: 7th February 2024


Content Warnings can be found at the end of the show notes.

Turn off the lights

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The Welsh folk song featured in this episode is Dacw ‘Nghariad, a love song.

This episode featured: Tobias Weatherburn as Dai, Angharad Phillips as Morgan, Robyn Holdaway as Perry, Nicole Miners as Gwen (or Shújūn), Felix Trench as Kay, Peter Wicks as The News Anchor and Will de Renzy-Martin as The Lantern Man. Special thanks to Hobbes the Lion for playing Gelert. This episode was written and directed by Ella Watts, with original scoring and sound design from Amber Devereux at Tin Can Audio, and additional Music Direction from Alessa Catterall. Our Production Manager is Ross McFarlane.

Special thanks to: Angharad Gilbey, Holly Thwaites Bee, Samuel Thompson, Sara-Luise Edge-Smith, Elizabeth Campbell, Marc Sollinger, Sarah Shachat, David K. Barnes, Rosenkranz Vermilion and Max Degan. We wouldn’t have got here without you.

Diolch yn fawr iawn am wrando. Thank you so much for listening.

Keep the fires burning.

Content Warnings: Emotional Manipulation, Misgendering (XX-XX), Fantasy Violence, Extreme Stress.


[It’s late at night. The fire crackles lightly. Distantly, we hear wolves howling. The trees blow.]

DAI: (singing) Dacw’nghariad i lawr yn y berllan,

Tw rym di do rym di radl didl dal

O na bawn i yno fy hunan

Tw rym di ro rym di radl didl dal


[A banjo plucks a tune reminiscent of the one Dai was singing to himself, eventually joined by a light arco violin – the music continues over the opening monologue.]

DAI: "Other people are all there is." I heard that in a podcast once. But it’s true, isn’t it? In every single way that matters, the songs of our lives are made by the people in them. Family. Strangers. Friends.


The problem is that sometimes people hurt you. Sometimes they mean to, sometimes they don’t. And it’s really, really hard not to be scared of them after that. Because trusting the people around you always feels like such a huge risk. And it’s so easy to tell yourself the lie that you don’t need them.


But you do. They’re everything.

[Music fades out.]


[The bonfire snaps, crackles, pops, sighs. Very far off, wolves howl. We hear the cicada-like chirping of the faeries - not quite right somehow. The trees rustle and whisper.]

[Perry's voice comes closer as their footsteps approach the fire, Gelert's small whines and tinkling bell in tow.]

PERRY: You guys should see this thing. What we thought was fur, or horse hair or whatever? It was actually scales! They're so fine you can hardly see them, but they're there. That's why it's all silver! And the mane! It's all joined together like some kind of diaphanous fin. Plus its teeth, well, they're fangs really - the closest comparison I can think of is a freshwater crocodile. Transparent and thin, like needles.


DAI: Lovely


PERRY: In the stories Kelpies are shapeshifters, but I don't think that's it exactly. I mean, we didn't see it change shape, and everything about the physicality of its corpse seems built for aquatic life, or at the very least amphibious


DAI: Hey Per? Not that I don’t enjoy you geeking out about the thing that tried to kill me yesterday but I’m actually trying really hard to repress that memory


PERRY: Oh, right, sorry. That was insensitive.


MORGAN: It’s ok. We could learn a lot, right?


PERRY: Exactly! I’ve been thinking about starting a bestiary. It could be a valuable resource. We could use it to learn how these things behave, what their weaknesses are, things like that.


DAI: That sounds like great homework for tomorrow’s Dai. But today’s Dai has broken ribs so I think I’m excused


PERRY: You’re definitely excused. And...

[Perry unzips a bag and gets out something plastic and rustling. Gelert whimpers expectantly.]


DAI: Peredur Green! Where did you even find marshmallows and how long have you been holding out on me?

PERRY: (chuckles)

DAI: I don't know if I want to punch you or kiss you!

PERRY: Oh... well. They were in one of the cupboards in the studio. It looks like whoever used to live here enjoyed the finer things in life


MORGAN: And by finer things you mean pillowy balls of processed fats, powdered sugar and preservatives?


PERRY: Exactly


DAI: You know what? This is worth the blanket cocoon. And I told you the fire was a good idea.

PERRY: You nearly died yesterday, so I'm not going to debate that

DAI: Which means you would if I hadn't

PERRY: Well -

MORGAN: (interupting) There is a kind of romance to it. With the woods and the valley. It feels like we could have been here a thousand years ago and it wouldn't look much different

DAI: Yeah. But you know what they didn't have a thousand years ago?

PERRY: What?

[Dai picks up the bag.]

DAI: Marshmallows. Behold, the patented Dai Thomas triple skewer.


MORGAN: You are going to drop one of those

DAI: Morgan Jones, do you doubt my marshmallow prowess?

MORGAN: No, I just know how badly you'll sulk if you lose one

DAI: I won't! I'm a grown man, who's perfectly capable of handling a three marshmallow skewer -

[Dai drops one of his marshmallows into the fire.]

DAI: ... That was deliberate


PERRY: Here, have mine.


DAI: Do you have to be good at everything?

MORGAN: Be nice, Dai, and accept your marshmallow. Oh, god, I sound like my mother

[Dai passes the bag to Morgan.]

DAI: Eat a marshmallow. It's guaranteed to take you back to being six years old

[Dai stretches and gets to his feet.]

DAI: (urgently) Wait, did you see that?

[Gel barks and pants.]


DAI: There! Near the mountain. It looked like a torch.

PERRY: Probably just an optical illusion. Light bouncing off the stream or something.

DAI: No, I definitely saw something

MORGAN: Ok, we believe you, but please sit down before you puncture a lung (BEAT) I don’t remember there being a mountain there before

PERRY: (oddly calm) There wasn’t. No mountains that big anywhere in Britain. 

DAI: Then what -

[Far off, a very distant rumble, like thunder.]

DAI: Did the mountain just stand up?

PERRY: Idris Gawr, if I’m not mistaken. We’re looking at Cadair Idris.

[Soft, piano notes chime.]

MORGAN: In Gwynedd? That’s almost a hundred miles away.

PERRY: Which is why we can’t see the actual mountain. But according to the story -

DAI: Cadair. The original mountain is a chair, and what we thought was the mountain - Idris Gawr - is...


[More distant thunder. Footsteps as Idris Gawr walks across the landscape.]

MORGAN: - a giant. Wow. Do you think he can see us?

PERRY: Honestly? I don’t think it matters. To him, we’re dust.

[The Camlann opening theme plays.]

DAI: Camlann. Episode Three, The Lantern Man.

[The music fades out.]


[Perry sighs as they rummage through drawers. Rattling of household objects, papers etc. The hit on something and pause.]


PERRY: Wait a minute

[Perry switches the CB Radio on and starts flicking through the channels. Static erupts.]

NEWS ANCHOR: (distorted) -given by the sirens and repeated on this wavelength. Water must be rationed and be used for essential pur-

PERRY: Sir, yessir

[Click and static as Perry switches the channels again.]

NEWS ANCHOR: (distorted) -ration your food supply.

[Click. Static. Click. Static.]

PERRY: Hello?



PERRY: Is anyone out there?

[Long moment of static filling the space.]

PERRY: This is Peredur Green. I’m looking for any other survivors. Any other friendly survivors. We’ve got some supplies and we’re open to trade. Or help, if you need it.

KAY: Hello Peredur

[Kay's voice is English, masculine and posh. There is a smugness to his inflection.]

PERRY: Fuck you.

[Perry slams the radio to another station and throws the receiver down with a clatter.]


PERRY: (deep breath)

[Perry picks up the receiver again, and switches the radio back on.]

PERRY: (stern) What do you want?

KAY: Figures.

PERRY: What do you want?

KAY: Is that any way to treat an old friend? A brother, even? I know you feel the same way I do. You can’t help it.

PERRY: What do you want, Kay?

KAY: Oh this and that. Your return to the court. The arrest of the witch Le Fay. The restoration of the King’s subjects to his tender care. All standard protocol.

PERRY: And you think I’m going to cooperate because?

KAY: You’re cooperating now, aren’t you? You can’t help it. Your fingers feel glued to the radio. Like they’re being held there. You couldn’t let go of me if you tried and you are trying. Just imagine what would happen if I got King Arthur on the phone.

PERRY: Why are you doing this?

KAY: There aren’t many Peredurs, you know? Especially not outside of Wales. And we need a full set. The more characters you have in your story the stronger it gets. Ours is a big one. It’s really just a matter of survival.

[Ominous piano begins below the conversation.]

PERRY: For who?

KAY: For 900 of the King’s subjects for one. (PERRY reacts) Oh yes. Our ranks have grown rather quickly since you decided to take your little sojourn with the enemy. 

This is about their safety more than ours. You and I both know the Nameless are as vulnerable as lambs to the slaughter. Like that little pet project you’ve got with you. Dai, wasn’t it?

PERRY: Leave him out of this.

KAY: Wouldn’t he be safer here? With us? Aren’t you being selfish, putting your misguided principles ahead of his chances of survival? What if something happens to him? What if it already has?

[Long pause.]

KAY: How many times do you think you’ll get lucky without us, Peredur? The story’s stronger when there’s more of us. But it’s so much weaker when you’re alone.

PERRY: Shut up

KAY: (faux concerned) I’m not trying to hurt you, Peredur. You’re my brother. I just want you to come home.

PERRY: (shaking with anger) I’m not your brother.

[Perry tears themself away from the receiver, violently. They slam down the power button, and the radio switches off.]

[Perry breathes heavily, shaking, fending off a panic attack. Perry's uneven breathing is terribly loud in the quiet.]

[They take a deep breath, and smash the radio with a fist – plastic breaks and wires split.]


[The rain is pattering, light and wind is blowing strong out in the field. Perry is grunts and breathes heavily as they aggressively dig holes in the field. The thump, bite, scrape, squelch of the spade in the soil is almost militaristic in its efficiency.]

DAI: Hey, you ok?

PERRY: You shouldn’t be walking around with broken ribs

DAI: And you shouldn’t be waging war on the hill. I don’t think you’re going to win.

PERRY: I’m nearly finished.

DAI: I know, but it’s not a race. Perry, seriously, what’s wrong?

[Perry stops what they’re doing and turns their attention to him. Gel whines and pants at their side.]

PERRY: We need to put out that fire

DAI: What?

PERRY: I know it’s important to you. I know you want to find other survivors. But we just can’t take that risk.

DAI: We’ve been over this. The Knights are hundreds of miles away, they’re not going to see it.

PERRY: And what happens if they leave, Dai? What happens if they leave Glastonbury and come after us? What if they’re out there right now and all they’re looking for is a signal?

DAI: They’re not

PERRY: You know what it was like back there. For me, for you. For Morgan.

DAI: No one is going back there.

PERRY: So put out the fire. Please.

DAI: I can’t.

PERRY: Why not?

DAI: Don’t you want to know?

PERRY: Know what?

[Melancholy piano starts softly]

DAI: If there’s anyone else left! If we’re the only ones. If it’s us and Arthur and his merry band of assholes and that’s it. 

That can’t be true. There has to be more than this, Peredur. There has to be.

PERRY: What if there isn’t?

DAI: Don’t say that.

PERRY: I’m not trying to be cruel, Dai. But we have to be realistic. It’s been nine months. If there were other survivors we would have seen them. We should have at least seen evidence of them. But there’s nothing.

DAI: Maybe they’re hiding. Maybe they’re just as scared as we are.

PERRY: Or maybe they don’t exist.


DAI: Just because you’re a pessimist doesn’t mean I have to be


PERRY: Dai -

DAI: (walking away) We’ve got a fence to build, right? Ok. Let’s build a wall. 

[Perry sighs.]

[Plucking strings, soft, low, but hopeful take over the scene.]

PERRY: MORGAN! You ready?

MORGAN: (far off) You sure this is going to work?


[Once again we hear the chittering, skittering, chirping chorus of the faerie swarm. It swells, getting louder and louder, bigger and bigger. Gelert begins to bark loudly, urgently.]

MORGAN: (f.) They’re here!

DAI: I don’t think they like the fence!

PERRY: On my mark...Three...two...ONE!

[There’s a WHOOMPH as the magic takes effect, followed by an aggressive chorus of squeals and hisses as the faeries react.]

DAI: It’s actually working!

[There’s a series of thumps, like small weights hitting the skin of a drum, rippling with electric energy into the distance like a zipwire that’s been twanged across a valley.]

MORGAN: (approaching) Good job

PERRY: It’s not going to cover everything. But it should at least do something about the Gentry.

MORGAN: It’s a hell of a lot more than we had before. Perry, this is amazing.

PERRY: Yeah, well. It’s what I do.

[The sound fairies fade, then the rain, the music and finally Gel's barks.]



[The wind is howling outside the windows. GELERT is trotting around the kitchen. Something is bubbling on the stove. The gang are eating dinner. Cutlery and dishes clatter and scrape.]

DAI: The only good thing about this cottage is the fact we get hot meals now. I feel like I’m in the lap of luxury.

PERRY: I want to check our stocks again in the morning. I think a bwbach got to the stores in the studio before we finished the fence.

MORGAN: The great fence which we are celebrating tonight by not worrying

PERRY: You’re not worrying?

MORGAN: Get on my level Peredur. You can take one night off.

[Gelert whines, and Perry pets him.]

MORGAN: See? Even Gelert agrees.

PERRY: Gelert wants food. But you may have a point. Sorry, it’s just been a long day.

MORGAN: It’s ok. We’re worried, not angry.

[Morgan scrapes a chair back on the stone floor.]

MORGAN: Now please sit down?  


[Perry sighs, switches off the gas camping stove they have with a click. They spoon themselves some stew and sit down.]

[Someone knocks at the door, a solitary, loud, strong knock.]

DAI: What was that?

[The knock comes again, heavy and ominous.]

DAI: I’m not the only person hearing that, right?

[The knock comes again, louder and more insistent. The door shakes.]


[There’s an electric buzz from the camping lantern they’ve set up in the middle of the table.]

DAI: Morgan, the light - why is the light flickering?

[Morgan picks up the light, fiddling with it.]



MORGAN: I don’t know. Perry?


PERRY: There’s a light outside, too.


[Gel starts growling. Dai gets up with a scrape of his chair.]


DAI: What? Where?


PERRY: There’s someone out there.


DAI: Then we should let them in!


[Dai moves to the door. Gel's growling gets louder.]


DAI: Alright alright, don’t knock the door down!

PERRY: (urgent) Dai, don’t open that door.

[Gel keeps growling.]


DAI: There could be someone hurt out there! They could need our help.


PERRY: Whatever it is, it’s not human.


DAI: How do you know that?


PERRY: Look!

[The lantern goes out with a small smash of glass. For a moment, we only hear the frightened breathing of Dai, Morgan and Perry.]

DAI: Morgan... why did the lights just go out?

MORGAN: I don’t -

[There’s banging on the door again, even louder than before.]

DAI: What the hell is that thing?



MORGAN: Perry, what’s going on?


PERRY: It’s the Lantern Man

[KNOCK. Explosive crash. The door splinters and the howling wind rushes in. Gelert bolts out into the night, barking furiously.]

MORGAN: Gelert!!

[Morgan gets up and sprints after Gelert.]

PERRY: Morgan, stop! It’s not safe!

[Dai grabs his coat and pulls it on.]

PERRY: Dai! What are you doing?

DAI: I’m not letting her go out there alone!

PERRY: It’s not safe!

DAI: I don’t care, I’m going.

[Dai runs into the night. Perry hurriedly follows after him, grabbing their coat and their crossbow.]

[For a moment, we remain in the kitchen, where the door swings on its hinges, blown by the wind.]

[Heavy booted feet move inside, kicking aside the chairs. The Lantern Man growls as he moves. Sodden loose fabrics sway with the clanking of heavy chains.]

[The Lantern Man growls louder – knocking over tables and smashing plates across the kitchen. He finds the lantern, and hurls it against the stone, where the glass shatters.]

[Boots thud out into the night.]



[We’re deep in the forest in the middle of the night in a howling storm. Trees whip to and fro, the stream is roaring far off, rain lashes the wood and leaves.]

[Perry is jogs, splashing heavy footsteps through the underbrush.]


PERRY: (approaching) MORGAN! DAI! (whistle) GELERT! COME ON BOY!


[They come to a stop, breathless.]


PERRY: (to themself) Fuck. Where are you?


[A twig snaps nearby. Clanking chains approach.]


PERRY: Oh no. Don’t you fucking dare. I am tired and I am cold and I am sick to death of monsters so you should know that if you start this fight I will finish it. 


[The Lantern Man begins to circle them. Twigs and leaves snap and crunch in the underbrush.]

[The Lantern Man groans – low, guttural, like a prowling predator.]


PERRY: What is it? The torch, right? Well, sorry buddy, but I’m not giving this thing up so your choice is to either get over it and fuck off or get closer and see what happens.

[The Lantern Man suddenly lunges. We hear the whoosh of the heavy, antique lantern in their hands swung out like a bludgeon. Perry ducks it easily.]

PERRY: Here’s the thing, Lantern Man, or whatever the hell you are. My name is Peredur. Ser Peredur. I’m a knight.

[The lantern swings again – Perry dodges.]

Perry draws their crossbow and shoots. The bolt whistles and crunches as it thuds into a tree.]


PERRY: I’m not scared of you. I’m not scared of anything. I’m the strong one. I’m the smart one. I’m the one who’s always in charge. It’s my job to protect them, and I am never going to fail in that duty so you might as well give up now.


[[The Lantern Man lunges again. This time the lantern makes contact with Perry’s head with a horrible crack. They cry out as their skull splits open and they start to bleed.]


PERRY: Or maybe you kill me. Maybe this is it and I finally get to fucking rest. Because I left my story behind. Because I keep ignoring the singing in my head. Because maybe Morgan’s right! Maybe we are possessed, or infected, or infested with whatever it is that brought you into this world. 

But if that’s true, then I’m taking you down with me.




The LANTERN MAN roars back.]


[The smash of a glass lantern.]


[Another part of the woods, much closer to the stream. The stream is roaring and crashing, bursting over rocks, flooded with the storm.]

MORGAN: Gelert! Gel! Where are you? Gelert! [Morgan whistles for Gelert]

[Gelert comes barking.]


MORGAN: Oh thank god you’re alright. You’re ok, aren’t you?


[Morhan looks over Gelert, then hugs him close.]

MORGAN: Don’t do that to me again, ok boy?

[Gelert barks happily and licks her face.]

MORGAN: Ok. Come on, let’s get back to the cottage.


[Morgan stands, turns, and physically runs into a person crashing through the trees.]

MORGAN: Oh my god

STRANGER: (distressed) Are you real?

(The Stranger has a Chinese accent, light even in this distress, and feminine]




[When the stranger speaks, there’s a strange resonance to her words.]

STRANGER: Stop it. Just stop it! I can’t do this again. Just LEAVE ME ALONE


[The audio distorts. The music changes. Something magical happens.]

[For a moment, the world stills, growing quiet. Then sound rushes back.]

MORGAN: What - who are you?

[The Stranger crouches down by the stream and puts her hands over her ears. Gelert whines.]

STRANGER: I’m not listening. I’m not listening to you.


[Morgan moves closer to the stream and crouches down too.]

MORGAN: (Very gentle) Hey. Hey, it’s ok. I’m real. I’m here. Look, you can touch me if you want to. 


[For a moment, all we hear is the stream and the storm. Soft, comforting piano notes play. Then a rustle of fabric as the stranger reaches out.]

STRANGER: You’re warm.


Across the forest – further off from the stream, deep in the forest. Dai clambers over branch and through brush, panting.]

DAI: (surprised) PERRY!


[Dai crashes onto his knees in the mulch.]




DAI: What happened? Are you hurt? Is he - is it dead?


PERRY: I think so. Fuck. I feel like I just got hit by a train.


DAI: Maybe I’m not the only one who should stop running off alone.

PERRY: Pretty sure you started this.

DAI: You’re delirious dear.

PERRY: (laughs) Oh, no, laughing hurts

DAI: Join the club. Luckily I’m the only one of the three of us with any real comic talent


PERRY: (through pained laughter) Dai!


DAI: Sorry. Can you stand?


PERRY: I think so


[Painfully, Perry gets to their feet.]


PERRY: Did you find Morgan?


DAI: ...No. I saw the man or monster or whatever it was and I ran as fast as I could this way. And then I realised it was pitch black and I was lost. I spent most of the last half hour just trying to find my way back to the cottage.

PERRY: And instead you found me.

DAI: Guess we’re meant to be.

[The trees creak and crack ominously, and the wind howls.]

DAI: Come on, let’s get you home.

[Together, they limp back up the hill.]


[The piano and the storm swell for a moment and fade.]


[Eventually, we hear the cottage door crash open with a kick.]

DAI: Let’s get you sitting down


[Painfully, Perry sits down with Dai’s help.]

DAI: Now, if we set up the torches like this...

[Dai arranges the torches so they have light to see by.]


DAI: Let there be light


PERRY: Nice work


DAI: I’m basically a wizard.

[Perry doesn't laugh, awkward silence.]

DAI: I’ll go and get the medical kit.


PERRY: (calling after him) Careful of your ribs!

DAI: (calling back) Bit late for that!

[For a moment we just sit with Perry's laboured breathing and the sound of the storm outside.]

[Far off, Dai is rattling about. There’s an almighty crash as something falls down.]

DAI: (f.) Don’t worry! Nothing’s broken!

PERRY: [weak laugh]


[Dai comes back to the kitchen and puts the medical kit on the table, opening it. ]

DAI: Ok, let’s look at that head wound.

[Dai starts cleaning the blood off Perry’s face and hair. Perry winces occasionally but tolerates it.]

PERRY: Dai, listen, about before -

DAI: None of that now. It’s the apocalypse. We were bound to snap at each other eventually.

PERRY: Does that count as our first fight?

DAI: Oh no, we crossed that bridge a long time ago.

PERRY: I’m just scared.

DAI: I know.

PERRY: Why aren’t you?

DAI: I’m terrified of everything literally all of the time. But that was true before the world ended. I just can’t help but feel that the hope is worth the fear. That life isn’t about the people who’ve hurt you. It’s about the people who didn’t.


PERRY: I think everyone hurts each other all the time.


DAI: You don’t hurt me.

[Perry falls quiet. This peaceful silence sits for a moment until the door opens again. The storm is still raging - wind and rain rush in.]

DAI: Morgan! Gelert! You’re ok! You are ok, right?

[Gel barks happily and runs inside.]

MORGAN: We’re fine. What happened to Perry?

PERRY: You should see the other guy

DAI: Come in, you’re letting in the cold

MORGAN: Right, yeah, it’s just - (hesitates)

PERRY: What is it?

[Morgan steps aside, the stranger steps forward.]

MORGAN: Peredur, Shújūn, or -

GWEN: Guinevere. 

[The Camlann theme plays.]


Camlann, Episode Three: The Lantern Man, was written and directed by Ella Watts. It was produced by Amber Devereux, with an original score by Amber Devereux and additional music direction by Alessa Caterall. Our production manager is Ross McFarlane.


This episode featured Tobias Weatherburn as Dai, Angharad Phillips as Morgan, Robyn Holdaway as Perry, Nicole Miners as Gwen (or Shújūn), Felix Trench as Kay, Peter Wicks as the News Anchor and Will de Renzy-Martin as The Lantern Man. Special thanks to Hobbes the lion for playing Gelert.


This podcast is a Tin Can Audio Production, made possible with support from Creative Scotland and The Inevitable Foundation.




Hello! It’s Ella again, thank you so much for listening to episode 3! The Lantern Man is a folkloric creature I learned about whilst doing research for the show and it’s maybe one of my favourites.


If you’d like to follow us on social media, you can do that wherever the internet is found @camlannpod. If you’d like to give us a tip, we’d be very grateful for your support. 


Whilst series one of Camlann was generously funded by Creative Scotland and The Inevitable Foundation, we currently have no guarantee of future funding for more series. If you like the show and you want to give us a bit of cash, you can give us a tip on Ko-Fi dot com slash Camlannpod or on Patreon. 


This money will be used exclusively on the show for things like producing merchandise, performing live shows and producing future seasons. As a team, we are committed to only doing these things if we can pay our creatives a fair wage, so none of this is guaranteed. But much like our core trio, we live in hope.


If you’d like to join Amber, Ella and occasionally other members of the cast and crew for a live listen along of each episode of Camlann as it releases, you can do that on Mondays from eight til ten pm GMT. On Wednesdays at the same time, Amber will be taking you through the process of composing the music for the show, and on our off-weeks, Amber will be doing a behind the scenes stream on Mondays where they break apart the project file for each episode and explain how they did the sound design.

These streams are always a fun and cozy time, and if you have any questions about the show for Amber and I, it’s a good opportunity to ask them.


Finally, I’d like to give you a podcast recommendation! Specifically, two podcast recommendations. The first is The Grotto. This is a horror podcast so do make sure to carefully read the content warnings, but if you’re in the right headspace for it it’s just incredible. With a bi protagonist, it’s sort of like what if the anime film Your Name was a horror about death, grief, and caving. It’s really fantastic, with incredible original music, and I’ve been enjoying it a lot.


My second recommendation is Not Quite Dead. This is the gay vampire love story of your dreams - from Eira Major at Hanging Sloth studios, the incredible person behind Spirit Box Radio. I might be partial to a French accent but I think even if you’re not, you’ll agree that Neige is an…interesting character. They’ve just started their third season and they’re releasing right now, so get caught up!


Thank you so much again for your support, and remember - keep the fires burning. Diolch am wrando.

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