Into the Aether - A Low Key Video Game Podcast

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It wills itself unto you, and you unto another unfortunate soul. Just Bring It follows you, until you follow another unsuspecting participant. You smell what The Rock is cooking, but one day, so will they. twitter.com/intothecast ★ Support this podcast on Patreon ★

He's been gone for what seems like a lifetime. You notice it in the fleeting moments, when you hear a joke you think he'd have liked, when you see a great deal on a new vacuum. We'd devoted an entire year to his very existence, celebrating his every breath and parading his visage around to all who'd gaze upon it. Even so, the world crumbled beneath our feet. The economy turned sour, and our year of jubilation ended with a whimper. And so, feeling responsible for the collapsing of society as we'd once known it, he fled. We now find ourselves in a new age, one in which we take stock of who and what we hold closest, and eschew the excess luxuries that had once brought us such misguided comfort. If the Year of Luigi ended like one final drawn-out note echoing through the cathedral walls during a funeral procession, then maybe this new age, this Dearth of Luigi, could be our slow salvation. In his absence, we find comfort. In his absence, we can rebuild. ★ Support this podcast on Patreon ★

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The new generation is here, and what approaches is the decision that defines every Pokémon trainer--which version will you buy? Gone are chromatic palettes, precious stones, life and death --- the ultimate duality, champ-in-making, is right in your closet. Denim Version. Or Khaki Version. Basically... do you want to start with Tangela or Bidoof? ★ Support this podcast on Patreon ★

Have you ever felt lonely? Lost and wandering an abyss of your own creation? Like life is a confusing mess of asphalt, a highway that stretches on to infinity and everyone but you knows the path to victory? Hi, my name is Lakitu, and if you call now I'll give you 50% off my new self-help system: "Lakitu, Bring Us Home with Lakitu." ★ Support this podcast on Patreon ★

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The year is 2025 and we all knew this was coming. Hundreds sit patiently at the historic Egyptian Theatre in Park City, Utah as they murmer to one another, bracing themselves and those around them for the upcoming spectacle. Rumors circulate about the cost of the film, and you hear something about a production budget that ballooned to upwards of $400 million. An executive from Epic Games strides by and you catch a glimpse of his gold-plated iPhone as he takes a photo of the crowd before finding a seat. Finally, after years of waiting, the lights dim and the crowd silences themselves like a classroom of first graders being scolded by the principal. The words we've waited so long for appear on screen: Terrence Malick proudly presents... Fortnite. ★ Support this podcast on Patreon ★

Travel far enough and you'll see them, the echoes of long lost explorers who sailed across the stars searching hopelessly for meaning. And it's that same unsettlingly ambiguous quest that you find yourself in the throes of now. It decided to bring you here, again. This sparse landscape of freezing tundra lays bare before you, taunting you. How many times will you return to this frigid rock? What else is there to see, to do, to discover? An infinite universe and enough hyperfuel to see it all, and yet you're here, again. Sitting in the cockpit of your ship you pull up the charter and find that this planet remains unnamed. Although you've been here now countless times, no other explorer has stood upon its soil. Before uploading it to the Korvax star charts, you decide to plant a flag, to give it a name of its own. You type "Poopbutt Prime" into the system and send it off to the galactic research hub. You feel better, and initiate the launch thrusters to put Poopbutt Prime behind you. ★ Support this podcast on Patreon ★

"It's my time to shine," you tell yourself. Four foes stand before you, each one a grotesque homunculus of flesh and, well, something else. The allies you've made along the way have fought valiantly at your side, raining ice from the heavens or concocting new modern miracles to liven spirits. With this in mind, you approach the battlefield, and begin to dance. Suddenly a dense fog envelops your compatriots, and visibility is too low to fight without wildly stabbing into the mist. You pray to the gods and dance again, and the gods respond by sending a freakish mushroom man who heals your foes. You will not back down. Destiny has sent you to the battlefield to dance, and you will fulfill the duty sent from on high. You dance a dance so splendid, neither friend nor foe can believe their eyes. In your bones, a feeling surfaces: The knowledge and experience gained from this battle will increase one hundred fold, and your bewildering grace returns to the party lines. ★ Support this podcast on Patreon ★