Please Don't Listen

Ritualistic chanting enters your blood-starved mind, taking the form of a video game recommendation. Your heart is pounding with adrenaline. Your mind has been turned to slurry by the madness. Your water, knocked over by accident because you jumped when the lady with the rockets came out from behind the corner. It's DUSK time, baby. Tell Nick where the Secret Levels Are: pleasedontcast@gmail.com twitter.com/pleasedontcast patreon.com/pleasedontcast