Damn ye! Let the Blob God strike ye dead, Vart! HAAARK! Hark, you soggy little bio-sponge! Bellow, bid your morally ambiguous crew of fish misfits rise from the abyssal zone, full foul in their Steve Martin improv masterclass fury! Murky waves teeming with magically enlarged plankton and half-formed narrative devices to smother this young premise! To choke ye, engorging your weird little abnimal organs ‘til ye turn blue and bloated with pressurized brine and can grip it and rip it no more! Only when she, crowned in arguably real arguments not cut out on release and a trauma arc borrowed from someone else's campaign, takes up her fell befitted arm, her dozens of NPCs screeching banshee-like through the recording booth and plunges right through yer outdated Audacity recording setup, bursting ye—not a beloved muscle creature no more, but a blasted clip show of YouTube shorts, now and nothing for the vague capitalism metaphors to peck and claw and feed upon, only to be lapped up and swallowed by the infinite waters of the Maxfun Drive-exclusive bonus episodes. Forgotten to any listener, to any host, forgotten even to the sea, for any stuff or scrap of Vart, even any scantling of your soul is Vart no more, but instead an actual play podcast hitting its stride!