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America’s Sweethearts: Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders is back for its second season! Kay Adams welcomes the women who assemble the squad, Kelli Finglass and Judy Trammell, to the Netflix Sports Club Podcast. They discuss the emotional rollercoaster of putting together the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders. Judy and Kelli open up about what it means to embrace flaws in the pursuit of perfection, how they identify that winning combo of stamina and wow factor, and what it’s like to see Thunderstruck go viral. Plus, the duo shares their hopes for the future of DCC beyond the field. Netflix Sports Club Podcast Correspondent Dani Klupenger also stops by to discuss the NBA Finals, basketball’s biggest moments with Michael Jordan and LeBron, and Kevin Durant’s international dominance. Dani and Kay detail the rise of Coco Gauff’s greatness and the most exciting storylines heading into Wimbledon. We want to hear from you! Leave us a voice message at www.speakpipe.com/NetflixSportsClub Find more from the Netflix Sports Club Podcast @NetflixSports on YouTube, TikTok, Instagram, Facebook, and X. You can catch Kay Adams @heykayadams and Dani Klupenger @daniklup on IG and X. Be sure to follow Kelli Finglass and Judy Trammel @kellifinglass and @dcc_judy on IG. Hosted by Kay Adams, the Netflix Sports Club Podcast is an all-access deep dive into the Netflix Sports universe! Each episode, Adams will speak with athletes, coaches, and a rotating cycle of familiar sports correspondents to talk about a recently released Netflix Sports series. The podcast will feature hot takes, deep analysis, games, and intimate conversations. Be sure to watch, listen, and subscribe to the Netflix Sports Club Podcast on YouTube, Spotify, Tudum, or wherever you get your podcasts. New episodes on Fridays every other week.…
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— Doc, why the long face? It’s Earth Day today, you know. Things are about to get wild! — Sorry, what? — I said let’s grab a beer and some local snacks. It’s time to shake off the gloom. — Ah, yes, of course! Not a bad idea, Cat. A grand celebration was underway — to commemorate the first settlers who arrived here from the third planet from the Sun. Any moment now, the streets would flood with crowds in carnival costumes, vendors would open their stalls, and local pickpockets would start hunting for easy prey. The colourful mass would take on a life of its own until the festivities died down. — Hey, Mel, get ready! — I’ll pass. I don’t feel like drawing too much attention to myself. I’d rather stay home and read that new review of Gardner’s legendary reissue. — Suit yourself, buddy. And thanks again for organising the meetup! After a few firm handshakes, they were swallowed by the lights, the noise, and a blend of aromas that triggered a gentle euphoria. The crowd slowly drifted toward the central square, where you could find just about anything your heart desired. That evening, the professor and Cat were in for a wild ride.
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— Doc, why the long face? It’s Earth Day today, you know. Things are about to get wild! — Sorry, what? — I said let’s grab a beer and some local snacks. It’s time to shake off the gloom. — Ah, yes, of course! Not a bad idea, Cat. A grand celebration was underway — to commemorate the first settlers who arrived here from the third planet from the Sun. Any moment now, the streets would flood with crowds in carnival costumes, vendors would open their stalls, and local pickpockets would start hunting for easy prey. The colourful mass would take on a life of its own until the festivities died down. — Hey, Mel, get ready! — I’ll pass. I don’t feel like drawing too much attention to myself. I’d rather stay home and read that new review of Gardner’s legendary reissue. — Suit yourself, buddy. And thanks again for organising the meetup! After a few firm handshakes, they were swallowed by the lights, the noise, and a blend of aromas that triggered a gentle euphoria. The crowd slowly drifted toward the central square, where you could find just about anything your heart desired. That evening, the professor and Cat were in for a wild ride.
There’s elegance in limitation, and “Mind Over” leans into it. Podime and Vincent Casanova shape a compact space where nothing feels rushed. The drums are warm and grounded, the loop breathes with calm precision. Let it run. @chippychasers @blagojpodime @vincentcasanova
The landscapes of Orlan 19 resembled the dream of a mad cartographer: cliffs were floating above the surface, horizons were bending and vanishing into infinity, and energy vortices were flaring up beneath their feet in psychedelic patterns. The familiar laws of physics didn’t apply here — gravity shifted chaotically, and time flew with unpredictable intensity. As Spacelunch, absorbed in thought, stroked the ground which distorted like a mirage under his touch, Cat’s grumbling echoed simultaneously from the past and future: — Doc, don’t you think we’re just walking in circles? — No wonder. That’s how inverse modelling works. Every action we take reshapes the surrounding space. — Can you explain it in simpler terms? There’s only one genius here. — Ever heard of the Philadelphia Experiment? — Of course! You know how much I love sushi rolls! — Well, I set myself up for this predicament… Back in my university days, we experimented with magnetic fields trying to program them by thought. You get where I’m going, don’t you? The planet is reacting to our intentions. So, focus on visualizing the portal. The confusion on Cat’s face gave way to a mask of detachment. Clusters of matter began to tremble pulling the threads of reality to their breaking point before finally forming a vortex. Having devoured as much as it could, the vortex snapped shut with a loud pop and dissolved in a blinding flash. As the scene began to take shape, silhouettes emerged under the soft glow of a desk lamp, evoking an overwhelming sense of nostalgia. A worn desk and a small bed stood by the wall adorned with faded photographs, while the floor let out a gentle creak underfoot. The clearer the interior came to be, the more paralyzing the realization, and the more elusive the explanation for what had happened became. — Holy…! Cat, are we looking at the same thing? — Yeah, but… This can’t be real. Spacelunch slowly approached the window and froze still. A single thought raced through his mind: “The only force strong enough to pull me this far… was love.”…
Symbiotical Records presents “Far Away” — a five-track release from French producer Dust Yard, offering a measured and introspective take on deep minimalism. The title track “Far Away” begins the journey with a meditative framework: soft pads, pulsating low-end, and a harmonic drift that feels suspended in time. It evolves at its own pace, drawing the listener into its orbit with quiet certainty and gravitational stillness. “Higher” follows with a warm, fluid groove. The rhythm is steady and subtly accented, allowing analog textures and micro-elements to breathe in unison. There’s spaciousness in the mix, a natural clarity that lets emotional undertones rise organically. Ki.Mi. offers a refined reinterpretation of “Higher”, bringing architectural precision to its warm undercurrent. The remix expands the original’s depth, layering morphing tones and nuanced shifts in momentum. It’s an immersive reconstruction — composed, restrained, quietly dynamic. “Sunrise” brings a change in mood: brighter, more melodic, yet still grounded. The phrasing appears with care, as if tracing the edge of something just beginning. It’s music for transitional hours, not fully awake, not entirely asleep. Closing the EP is Tm Shuffle’s version of “Sunrise”, leaning into dubby resonance and echoic space. Here, elements blur and dissolve, reframing the original into something more expansive. A final exhale that hovers in the air. Dust Yard delivers a focused, emotionally weighted record — subtle in structure, deliberate in motion, and rich in atmosphere. These are pieces that open slowly, revealing their presence in silence as much as in sound. Available now on all platforms for streaming and download. @dustyard @symbiotical-records…
Taken aback by what had happened, Cat dragged himself toward the local junk dealers — the kind who bought anything without asking questions. The chances of finding the smart bracelet in piles and piles of used scrap were slim, but it was worth a shot while the trails were still fresh. He took a turn into an alley, came up to the gate, and rang the bell. A small eye-slot opened with a creak, followed by a gravelly voice: — Keep moving. We’re not expecting anyone. — Easy there, friend. I’m an intergalactic investigator on a high-priority case. — Information isn’t free. — Let me in and we’ll talk shop. The bluff worked. The old man grinned and shut the door behind him. Inside, as Cat scanned the shelves suffocated with dust, he leaned in: “My partner is already sweeping the perimeter. You can either tell me what you know or enjoy a formal interrogation downtown.” A brief exchange revealed a list of local pickpockets, with names and addresses. The info came at a cost: one crisp hundred. Ahead lay a sleepless night and a long walk through the stink of the backstreets.…
There’s a quiet confidence to Apolinic’s “Sense Of” – the kind that doesn’t raise its voice, yet draws you closer with every bar. Built on a steady pulse and subtle tension, it unfolds with intention: clean percussion, glowing textures, and just enough modulation to keep the air slightly electric. Time feels gently stretched – suspended between thought and instinct. This is minimalism with restraint, balance, and a quiet sense of motion beneath the surface. A fitting start for Saraw’s debut vinyl – refined, focused, and unmistakably human. @sarawrecords…
A sharp slice of minimal with something off-kilter — Scatter Z walks a fine line between hypnotic groove and quiet paranoia. Tension hums beneath the surface. Out now on Saraw, from Root – Uncharted Territories. @sarawrecords @root-cesar
The whole place was bursting with energy. Once-shy kids swarmed the rides, and fans of Asian cuisine kept seizing the food stalls. It seemed like there wasn’t a single hungry or unhappy soul left in the area. Even an old one-legged hurdy-gurdy player was enjoying unprecedented popularity. — This game taught me how to shoot. Plasma blaster range, what a nostalgia! — I’m more into barrel pickles and sausages with lager. Stuffed to the brim, Cat made a wild attempt at Celtic dancing, moving so clumsy that he kept bumping into everyone in sight. The booze and the atmosphere of reckless joy were getting the better of him. — You’re seriously loaded, Fluffball. Try not to fall over. — Let’s fire up a portal flash just for fun! I just need to activate it and… oh no! I think I lost it. — Lost what? — My smart bracelet… — I’m constantly amazed by how hopeless my partner is! With a frustrated wave of a hand, Spacelunch stormed off. His silhouette vanished into the crowd just as quietly as the key accessory, that custom-made piece of tech, had gone missing. The professor was baffled by this unpleasant turn of events, a fresh wave of unease settling over him.…
The whole place was bursting with energy. Once-shy kids swarmed the rides, and fans of Asian cuisine kept seizing the food stalls. It seemed like there wasn’t a single hungry or unhappy soul left in the area. Even an old one-legged hurdy-gurdy player was enjoying unprecedented popularity. — This game taught me how to shoot. Plasma blaster range, what a nostalgia! — I’m more into barrel pickles and sausages with lager. Stuffed to the brim, Cat made a wild attempt at Celtic dancing, moving so clumsy that he kept bumping into everyone in sight. The booze and the atmosphere of reckless joy were getting the better of him. — You’re seriously loaded, Fluffball. Try not to fall over. — Let’s fire up a portal flash just for fun! I just need to activate it and… oh no! I think I lost it. — Lost what? — My smart bracelet… — I’m constantly amazed by how hopeless my partner is! With a frustrated wave of a hand, Spacelunch stormed off. His silhouette vanished into the crowd just as quietly as the key accessory, that custom-made piece of tech, had gone missing. The professor was baffled by this unpleasant turn of events, a fresh wave of unease settling over him.…
The whole place was bursting with energy. Once-shy kids swarmed the rides, and fans of Asian cuisine kept seizing the food stalls. It seemed like there wasn’t a single hungry or unhappy soul left in the area. Even an old one-legged hurdy-gurdy player was enjoying unprecedented popularity. — This game taught me how to shoot. Plasma blaster range, what a nostalgia! — I’m more into barrel pickles and sausages with lager. Stuffed to the brim, Cat made a wild attempt at Celtic dancing, moving so clumsy that he kept bumping into everyone in sight. The booze and the atmosphere of reckless joy were getting the better of him. — You’re seriously loaded, Fluffball. Try not to fall over. — Let’s fire up a portal flash just for fun! I just need to activate it and… oh no! I think I lost it. — Lost what? — My smart bracelet… — I’m constantly amazed by how hopeless my partner is! With a frustrated wave of a hand, Spacelunch stormed off. His silhouette vanished into the crowd just as quietly as the key accessory, that custom-made piece of tech, had gone missing. The professor was baffled by this unpleasant turn of events, a fresh wave of unease settling over him.…
Solid and groovy — Ibagan strikes a balance between rhythmic weight and melodic flow. Smooth synth lines glide over a tight, punchy foundation, with subtle vocal chops adding just the right touch. A strong and refined work from Carloscres. @carloscres @denied-music
It is nearly impossible to get invited into the lodge of the Castafarian Keepers. Only the members of privileged orders or fearless warriors may find their names amongst the honored guests. However, there are rare purification sessions that summon musical healers — their role is to prepare the sensory environment for meditative practice. It all begins with gentle swaying, as the local elders begin the process of mana restoration. The enchanting ritual continues until the rhythmic vortexes subside. This time, Ioann Texture has been requested to guide the ceremony. Behind closed doors, the chosen are gathering to taste the brew made from ancient ingredients, share experiences of telepathic communion, and call upon the Great Mind to protect their lands. @xlqupnazqd01…
— Doc, why the long face? It’s Earth Day today, you know. Things are about to get wild! — Sorry, what? — I said let’s grab a beer and some local snacks. It’s time to shake off the gloom. — Ah, yes, of course! Not a bad idea, Cat. A grand celebration was underway — to commemorate the first settlers who arrived here from the third planet from the Sun. Any moment now, the streets would flood with crowds in carnival costumes, vendors would open their stalls, and local pickpockets would start hunting for easy prey. The colourful mass would take on a life of its own until the festivities died down. — Hey, Mel, get ready! — I’ll pass. I don’t feel like drawing too much attention to myself. I’d rather stay home and read that new review of Gardner’s legendary reissue. — Suit yourself, buddy. And thanks again for organising the meetup! After a few firm handshakes, they were swallowed by the lights, the noise, and a blend of aromas that triggered a gentle euphoria. The crowd slowly drifted toward the central square, where you could find just about anything your heart desired. That evening, the professor and Cat were in for a wild ride.…
— Doc, why the long face? It’s Earth Day today, you know. Things are about to get wild! — Sorry, what? — I said let’s grab a beer and some local snacks. It’s time to shake off the gloom. — Ah, yes, of course! Not a bad idea, Cat. A grand celebration was underway — to commemorate the first settlers who arrived here from the third planet from the Sun. Any moment now, the streets would flood with crowds in carnival costumes, vendors would open their stalls, and local pickpockets would start hunting for easy prey. The colourful mass would take on a life of its own until the festivities died down. — Hey, Mel, get ready! — I’ll pass. I don’t feel like drawing too much attention to myself. I’d rather stay home and read that new review of Gardner’s legendary reissue. — Suit yourself, buddy. And thanks again for organising the meetup! After a few firm handshakes, they were swallowed by the lights, the noise, and a blend of aromas that triggered a gentle euphoria. The crowd slowly drifted toward the central square, where you could find just about anything your heart desired. That evening, the professor and Cat were in for a wild ride.…
— Doc, why the long face? It’s Earth Day today, you know. Things are about to get wild! — Sorry, what? — I said let’s grab a beer and some local snacks. It’s time to shake off the gloom. — Ah, yes, of course! Not a bad idea, Cat. A grand celebration was underway — to commemorate the first settlers who arrived here from the third planet from the Sun. Any moment now, the streets would flood with crowds in carnival costumes, vendors would open their stalls, and local pickpockets would start hunting for easy prey. The colourful mass would take on a life of its own until the festivities died down. — Hey, Mel, get ready! — I’ll pass. I don’t feel like drawing too much attention to myself. I’d rather stay home and read that new review of Gardner’s legendary reissue. — Suit yourself, buddy. And thanks again for organising the meetup! After a few firm handshakes, they were swallowed by the lights, the noise, and a blend of aromas that triggered a gentle euphoria. The crowd slowly drifted toward the central square, where you could find just about anything your heart desired. That evening, the professor and Cat were in for a wild ride.…
— Doc, why the long face? It’s Earth Day today, you know. Things are about to get wild! — Sorry, what? — I said let’s grab a beer and some local snacks. It’s time to shake off the gloom. — Ah, yes, of course! Not a bad idea, Cat. A grand celebration was underway — to commemorate the first settlers who arrived here from the third planet from the Sun. Any moment now, the streets would flood with crowds in carnival costumes, vendors would open their stalls, and local pickpockets would start hunting for easy prey. The colourful mass would take on a life of its own until the festivities died down. — Hey, Mel, get ready! — I’ll pass. I don’t feel like drawing too much attention to myself. I’d rather stay home and read that new review of Gardner’s legendary reissue. — Suit yourself, buddy. And thanks again for organising the meetup! After a few firm handshakes, they were swallowed by the lights, the noise, and a blend of aromas that triggered a gentle euphoria. The crowd slowly drifted toward the central square, where you could find just about anything your heart desired. That evening, the professor and Cat were in for a wild ride.…
— Doc, why the long face? It’s Earth Day today, you know. Things are about to get wild! — Sorry, what? — I said let’s grab a beer and some local snacks. It’s time to shake off the gloom. — Ah, yes, of course! Not a bad idea, Cat. A grand celebration was underway — to commemorate the first settlers who arrived here from the third planet from the Sun. Any moment now, the streets would flood with crowds in carnival costumes, vendors would open their stalls, and local pickpockets would start hunting for easy prey. The colourful mass would take on a life of its own until the festivities died down. — Hey, Mel, get ready! — I’ll pass. I don’t feel like drawing too much attention to myself. I’d rather stay home and read that new review of Gardner’s legendary reissue. — Suit yourself, buddy. And thanks again for organising the meetup! After a few firm handshakes, they were swallowed by the lights, the noise, and a blend of aromas that triggered a gentle euphoria. The crowd slowly drifted toward the central square, where you could find just about anything your heart desired. That evening, the professor and Cat were in for a wild ride.…
Heads down, groove locked. Matpri’s Onnezvonit is a sleek minimal-tech house tool with that undeniable floor appeal. Snappy drums, rolling bass, and just enough funk to keep the room in motion. Peak-time ready. Loop it and let it ride. @pirka-avh @prosaic_music
The return from Proxima Centauri b has brought unexpected but pleasant news, so tonight a cosy apartment in the heart of Chinatown is hosting guests. Their conversation is flowing between deductive battles, humour, and music. With so much happening around them, such a friendly gathering is the best remedy for stress. — So great to see you all! Make yourselves at home while I am grabbing some drinks and putting on a record. — Cat and I are completely exhausted. Thanks for the invitation, Mel! And could you grab a couple of ice cubes too? — As soon as I heard that our comrade had reappeared, I knew we had to discuss the news face-to-face. The laboratory, now reduced to splinters, left more questions than answers. Was Graves nearby at the moment of the explosion? Had he known about their impending visit? One way or another, his obsession with obtaining the dodecahedron and his recklessness could become a serious problem for the professor. — I’m sure the trap for Nomad was a tactical move meant to force you to go all in, Doc. — I know, Cat. But I still can’t figure out who gave the order for the ambush. What if it was a setup? Spacelunch tried to push away the thoughts of betrayal, but sometimes they echoed louder than reason. The fear of losing friends had taken root somewhere in his childhood, and now the doubt was beginning to sprout from those seeds.…
The return from Proxima Centauri b has brought unexpected but pleasant news, so tonight a cosy apartment in the heart of Chinatown is hosting guests. Their conversation is flowing between deductive battles, humour, and music. With so much happening around them, such a friendly gathering is the best remedy for stress. — So great to see you all! Make yourselves at home while I am grabbing some drinks and putting on a record. — Cat and I are completely exhausted. Thanks for the invitation, Mel! And could you grab a couple of ice cubes too? — As soon as I heard that our comrade had reappeared, I knew we had to discuss the news face-to-face. The laboratory, now reduced to splinters, left more questions than answers. Was Graves nearby at the moment of the explosion? Had he known about their impending visit? One way or another, his obsession with obtaining the dodecahedron and his recklessness could become a serious problem for the professor. — I’m sure the trap for Nomad was a tactical move meant to force you to go all in, Doc. — I know, Cat. But I still can’t figure out who gave the order for the ambush. What if it was a setup? Spacelunch tried to push away the thoughts of betrayal, but sometimes they echoed louder than reason. The fear of losing friends had taken root somewhere in his childhood, and now the doubt was beginning to sprout from those seeds.…
The return from Proxima Centauri b has brought unexpected but pleasant news, so tonight a cosy apartment in the heart of Chinatown is hosting guests. Their conversation is flowing between deductive battles, humour, and music. With so much happening around them, such a friendly gathering is the best remedy for stress. — So great to see you all! Make yourselves at home while I am grabbing some drinks and putting on a record. — Cat and I are completely exhausted. Thanks for the invitation, Mel! And could you grab a couple of ice cubes too? — As soon as I heard that our comrade had reappeared, I knew we had to discuss the news face-to-face. The laboratory, now reduced to splinters, left more questions than answers. Was Graves nearby at the moment of the explosion? Had he known about their impending visit? One way or another, his obsession with obtaining the dodecahedron and his recklessness could become a serious problem for the professor. — I’m sure the trap for Nomad was a tactical move meant to force you to go all in, Doc. — I know, Cat. But I still can’t figure out who gave the order for the ambush. What if it was a setup? Spacelunch tried to push away the thoughts of betrayal, but sometimes they echoed louder than reason. The fear of losing friends had taken root somewhere in his childhood, and now the doubt was beginning to sprout from those seeds.…
The return from Proxima Centauri b has brought unexpected but pleasant news, so tonight a cosy apartment in the heart of Chinatown is hosting guests. Their conversation is flowing between deductive battles, humour, and music. With so much happening around them, such a friendly gathering is the best remedy for stress. — So great to see you all! Make yourselves at home while I am grabbing some drinks and putting on a record. — Cat and I are completely exhausted. Thanks for the invitation, Mel! And could you grab a couple of ice cubes too? — As soon as I heard that our comrade had reappeared, I knew we had to discuss the news face-to-face. The laboratory, now reduced to splinters, left more questions than answers. Was Graves nearby at the moment of the explosion? Had he known about their impending visit? One way or another, his obsession with obtaining the dodecahedron and his recklessness could become a serious problem for the professor. — I’m sure the trap for Nomad was a tactical move meant to force you to go all in, Doc. — I know, Cat. But I still can’t figure out who gave the order for the ambush. What if it was a setup? Spacelunch tried to push away the thoughts of betrayal, but sometimes they echoed louder than reason. The fear of losing friends had taken root somewhere in his childhood, and now the doubt was beginning to sprout from those seeds.…
The return from Proxima Centauri b has brought unexpected but pleasant news, so tonight a cosy apartment in the heart of Chinatown is hosting guests. Their conversation is flowing between deductive battles, humour, and music. With so much happening around them, such a friendly gathering is the best remedy for stress. — So great to see you all! Make yourselves at home while I am grabbing some drinks and putting on a record. — Cat and I are completely exhausted. Thanks for the invitation, Mel! And could you grab a couple of ice cubes too? — As soon as I heard that our comrade had reappeared, I knew we had to discuss the news face-to-face. The laboratory, now reduced to splinters, left more questions than answers. Was Graves nearby at the moment of the explosion? Had he known about their impending visit? One way or another, his obsession with obtaining the dodecahedron and his recklessness could become a serious problem for the professor. — I’m sure the trap for Nomad was a tactical move meant to force you to go all in, Doc. — I know, Cat. But I still can’t figure out who gave the order for the ambush. What if it was a setup? Spacelunch tried to push away the thoughts of betrayal, but sometimes they echoed louder than reason. The fear of losing friends had taken root somewhere in his childhood, and now the doubt was beginning to sprout from those seeds.…
A subtle and introspective deep house cut from Domolazov, built on restrained groove and emotional undercurrents. “Whisper” moves with patience — steady, elegant, and wrapped in a slightly tense, serious atmosphere. @taktrec @domolazov-music
The Mercurian Crater Festival rarely opens its doors. While primarily designed for wholesale traders from across the galaxies, guests from all walks of life are welcome to join the experience. Installations, auctions, food courts, and an endless array of goods for every taste make this event a spectacle of creativity. One pavilion, in particular, is drawing a growing crowd. And for good reason — this is the place to let loose. The immersive sound is intoxicatingly good, thanks to a true master in the lineup. Somewhere in the crowd, a high-ranking official from an Aerospace Corporation flashes by, a local dealer darts past, and a scholar observes the scene alongside a talking cat. In this eclectic mix, the right connections often form in the most unexpected ways — even rival factions sometimes find common ground. Despite its scale, the festival has never received official status, a testament to its rather… unconventional organizers, who prefer to stay out of the spotlight. But then again, no one really needs an announcement to know what goes on under the banner of such a grand event. Welcome to the chaos! @spa2k…
The rumbles, swallowed by pitch darkness, resembled a palisade of death rather than a place suitable for the council of elders. Giant thorns gripped the ground with their roots, intertwining as a twisted maze. The creaky funicular barely illuminated the ominous ravine while bringing Cat and Spacelunch down. — I wonder if they’re even expecting us. — It's been a while since I traveled on a rattletrap like this. I think just making it to the end of the route in one piece will be an achievement. — Creepy sight… — Don’t lose your nerve, we’ll be there soon. Why’s your tail tucked? The cable car stopped before the gate leading to the secret gathering. The wasteland covered in fallen timber served as a reliable disguise for the Castafarian Keepers. The professor knocked in a code, and soon a robed figure emerged silently beckoning them into the tunnel. At its end, a dimly lit chamber with the monks sitting in a circle appeared. A few moments later, a voice addressed the leader: — I kneel before your resilience, O Wisest! We have come up to you with an important matter and wish to ask about… — My respect goes to you, brave wanderers. I know whom you seek. A figure in a cloak emerged from the shadows and came forward unhurriedly before revealing his face. — Nomad, you’re alive! What the hell is going on? — I understand your frustration. Under the Queen’s orders, it was necessary to hide your friend. He must remain here for a while. — On behalf of the entire scientific community, I thank you for saving his life. Please accept this as a token of gratitude, O Wisest. The aerospace corporation had always preferred serving revenge cold — as it should be. Blackmail was particularly sweet. After all, it’s easy to break anyone when their loved ones are held hostage. But despite the glaringly obvious strategy, one pressing question remained: Who’s next?…
The rumbles, swallowed by pitch darkness, resembled a palisade of death rather than a place suitable for the council of elders. Giant thorns gripped the ground with their roots, intertwining as a twisted maze. The creaky funicular barely illuminated the ominous ravine while bringing Cat and Spacelunch down. — I wonder if they’re even expecting us. — It's been a while since I traveled on a rattletrap like this. I think just making it to the end of the route in one piece will be an achievement. — Creepy sight… — Don’t lose your nerve, we’ll be there soon. Why’s your tail tucked? The cable car stopped before the gate leading to the secret gathering. The wasteland covered in fallen timber served as a reliable disguise for the Castafarian Keepers. The professor knocked in a code, and soon a robed figure emerged silently beckoning them into the tunnel. At its end, a dimly lit chamber with the monks sitting in a circle appeared. A few moments later, a voice addressed the leader: — I kneel before your resilience, O Wisest! We have come up to you with an important matter and wish to ask about… — My respect goes to you, brave wanderers. I know whom you seek. A figure in a cloak emerged from the shadows and came forward unhurriedly before revealing his face. — Nomad, you’re alive! What the hell is going on? — I understand your frustration. Under the Queen’s orders, it was necessary to hide your friend. He must remain here for a while. — On behalf of the entire scientific community, I thank you for saving his life. Please accept this as a token of gratitude, O Wisest. The aerospace corporation had always preferred serving revenge cold — as it should be. Blackmail was particularly sweet. After all, it’s easy to break anyone when their loved ones are held hostage. But despite the glaringly obvious strategy, one pressing question remained: Who’s next?…
The rumbles, swallowed by pitch darkness, resembled a palisade of death rather than a place suitable for the council of elders. Giant thorns gripped the ground with their roots, intertwining as a twisted maze. The creaky funicular barely illuminated the ominous ravine while bringing Cat and Spacelunch down. — I wonder if they’re even expecting us. — It's been a while since I traveled on a rattletrap like this. I think just making it to the end of the route in one piece will be an achievement. — Creepy sight… — Don’t lose your nerve, we’ll be there soon. Why’s your tail tucked? The cable car stopped before the gate leading to the secret gathering. The wasteland covered in fallen timber served as a reliable disguise for the Castafarian Keepers. The professor knocked in a code, and soon a robed figure emerged silently beckoning them into the tunnel. At its end, a dimly lit chamber with the monks sitting in a circle appeared. A few moments later, a voice addressed the leader: — I kneel before your resilience, O Wisest! We have come up to you with an important matter and wish to ask about… — My respect goes to you, brave wanderers. I know whom you seek. A figure in a cloak emerged from the shadows and came forward unhurriedly before revealing his face. — Nomad, you’re alive! What the hell is going on? — I understand your frustration. Under the Queen’s orders, it was necessary to hide your friend. He must remain here for a while. — On behalf of the entire scientific community, I thank you for saving his life. Please accept this as a token of gratitude, O Wisest. The aerospace corporation had always preferred serving revenge cold — as it should be. Blackmail was particularly sweet. After all, it’s easy to break anyone when their loved ones are held hostage. But despite the glaringly obvious strategy, one pressing question remained: Who’s next?…
The rumbles, swallowed by pitch darkness, resembled a palisade of death rather than a place suitable for the council of elders. Giant thorns gripped the ground with their roots, intertwining as a twisted maze. The creaky funicular barely illuminated the ominous ravine while bringing Cat and Spacelunch down. — I wonder if they’re even expecting us. — It's been a while since I traveled on a rattletrap like this. I think just making it to the end of the route in one piece will be an achievement. — Creepy sight… — Don’t lose your nerve, we’ll be there soon. Why’s your tail tucked? The cable car stopped before the gate leading to the secret gathering. The wasteland covered in fallen timber served as a reliable disguise for the Castafarian Keepers. The professor knocked in a code, and soon a robed figure emerged silently beckoning them into the tunnel. At its end, a dimly lit chamber with the monks sitting in a circle appeared. A few moments later, a voice addressed the leader: — I kneel before your resilience, O Wisest! We have come up to you with an important matter and wish to ask about… — My respect goes to you, brave wanderers. I know whom you seek. A figure in a cloak emerged from the shadows and came forward unhurriedly before revealing his face. — Nomad, you’re alive! What the hell is going on? — I understand your frustration. Under the Queen’s orders, it was necessary to hide your friend. He must remain here for a while. — On behalf of the entire scientific community, I thank you for saving his life. Please accept this as a token of gratitude, O Wisest. The aerospace corporation had always preferred serving revenge cold — as it should be. Blackmail was particularly sweet. After all, it’s easy to break anyone when their loved ones are held hostage. But despite the glaringly obvious strategy, one pressing question remained: Who’s next?…
The rumbles, swallowed by pitch darkness, resembled a palisade of death rather than a place suitable for the council of elders. Giant thorns gripped the ground with their roots, intertwining as a twisted maze. The creaky funicular barely illuminated the ominous ravine while bringing Cat and Spacelunch down. — I wonder if they’re even expecting us. — It's been a while since I traveled on a rattletrap like this. I think just making it to the end of the route in one piece will be an achievement. — Creepy sight… — Don’t lose your nerve, we’ll be there soon. Why’s your tail tucked? The cable car stopped before the gate leading to the secret gathering. The wasteland covered in fallen timber served as a reliable disguise for the Castafarian Keepers. The professor knocked in a code, and soon a robed figure emerged silently beckoning them into the tunnel. At its end, a dimly lit chamber with the monks sitting in a circle appeared. A few moments later, a voice addressed the leader: — I kneel before your resilience, O Wisest! We have come up to you with an important matter and wish to ask about… — My respect goes to you, brave wanderers. I know whom you seek. A figure in a cloak emerged from the shadows and came forward unhurriedly before revealing his face. — Nomad, you’re alive! What the hell is going on? — I understand your frustration. Under the Queen’s orders, it was necessary to hide your friend. He must remain here for a while. — On behalf of the entire scientific community, I thank you for saving his life. Please accept this as a token of gratitude, O Wisest. The aerospace corporation had always preferred serving revenge cold — as it should be. Blackmail was particularly sweet. After all, it’s easy to break anyone when their loved ones are held hostage. But despite the glaringly obvious strategy, one pressing question remained: Who’s next?…
It was hard to imagine that Proxima Centauri B, a planet with a high civilization index, would one day become a savage mining colony. The once-thriving clan of Castafarian Keepers had been torn apart by internal strife. The names of influential leaders were erased from history in a series of purges, while the more compliant ones sided with the darkness. Yet, scattered across the boundless landscapes, there were still those who remained true to the ancient traditions. — Are we sure this Kujo guy got it right? First the portal, then the memory module, and now the trip to here. This is madness, Doc! — Sometimes, even I forget what I am truly after. Let’s just enjoy the view for now. We’ll find out everything soon enough. A glimmer of teleportation shimmered in the twilight. Queen of the Smorings was never late. Approaching Spacelunch and Cat, she nodded warmly: “So, how do you like it here?” The conversation flowed as naturally as if no time had passed since their last meeting. It was now clear that the disappearance of Nomad had been an omen of what was to come. The guidance of the warrior queen sounded definite and convincing. Once she was done, a burlap pouch containing an unknown mixture appeared in her hand as if conjured out of thin air. “Take this. It will help in your upcoming encounter. May the force of the elements be with you.” With the sun slipping below the horizon, the gathering of the elders was about to begin. There wasn’t a second to lose.…
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