This episode contains mature language and situations. To listener, discretion is advised. You wake to the sound of a train, the clack clack clack of wheels in the distance. Is that the sound of birds in a forest? No, it's angels in a choir? Or is it demons from how It doesn't matter. You have no memory of how you got here. All you know is that you are lost and that now you belong to the Gray Rooms. Hello roomies, and welcome to episode nineteen. We made it. Welcome to
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do please enjoy episode nineteen. We're fucked, We're completely fucked, balmed down. All we have to do is what has anyone calmed down after being told to do? So? You tree hugging elves are all the same. I wasn't the one who questioned him alone. You were impatient as always, Where were you management wants answers? And you just disappeared. I ensured that our
female get would no longer be a problem. Yeah, well, if we didn't have the extra protections put in place by the Alienist Lodge, they might have found a way to escape, escape where further into hell. Seriously, we'll be lucky if management doesn't erase our existence at this rate. We didn't exactly leave the big battle at a good time. Balliol is going to be pissed when he binds out. I should be summoning more demon spawn for use there, not here in the gray rooms. And how the fuck did that
bitch get her magic back. I only meant to return some of her non essential memories. The very nature of these rooms makes magic tricky at best. At least we still have the angel contained. The roboman thinks he's his son. We need to keep Azrael away from them. I all renew the wards on his chains. Then we'll take care of our guests being loud there. That should hold until we deal with our other problems. I'll help guide the one called Findlay. He'll lead the group here. Then we can spring our
trap. Call upon your ominions to help motivate our guests. We're fucked. We're so fucked. I me and the dog could pick you up after a drip through the doors. But I still have understand how we're on the side of a mountain and still inside of a train car. Jesus fuck. I thought soldiers paid attention to a little details the last time. The train cars are pockets of an alternate reality, a subspace, and we're in Hell. Sure science stuff. God, I don't even know what system Hell is in
whatever, huh. I don't think our escape plans working. I'm not leaving about Daniel. There could be an infinite amount of training cars we don't even know if your son's here. I say, you let me try to manipulate the space, as your type of energy could be very disruptive, unintended consequences and all that. But if you think you can control it, he warner guy, Next time, before you throw half a mountain, what did I say about control? You're going to collapse for space with us inside it or
worse. I'm sorry. It's also coming back to me. This power sometimes kind of feels like holding a skillet over stone. Over here, I found the passage to the next car Imani fads for all our sakes, see if you can exercise just a bit more restraints. I hate being nearer. When she uses her mojo makes me feel like static inside of her radio. This is no This room is different from the others. That's because it's been altered. So we're in a giant abandoned factory at night. I wish I could
talk to the madman who created this place. Huh. They're keeping with the we're on a train motif. Feels odd being in an open space, but I like out the window. Everything is in motion. Technically, the spaces are in constant motion. Did you hear change look they're at the end. I see someone. They're chained in the wall. Daniel. Wait, something soft. It feels like someone's watching you. You're my bit. Bring it on? Yeah, Hellosuck, watch out. He's charged with a strange energy.
I can see it glowing beneath his skin. I don't think he needed your mask anymore. It was somewhat restrictive. What the hell nice shopping your face on the sand. I think it's about time we settle this. Care to tell me who paid you to do it? Your mother, Queen Dandiana clar Who do you think su blind? Ammunition? Doc? Get down? That's a fay over, Daniel, Daniel, stay there. I'm on my way, whole still all free thought. This was supposed to be your domain.
It is. My mother will never consoil with your kind. He wasn't the first job she's asking me to do, ye royalty. They don't one like getting her hands dirty? J Yeah, yeah, Christ call them in now, Zuck, bit like we gotta go too much? Or lock? You're locked? Danielous who are you? Zuck? Are you okay? Or Spindley? Who is at the ground zero of that last I don't think he made it shit rifle broke by. I tried to save him, it was
it was too much. Snot out of it. You still need to find a seize place to lay all the hell did the train survive all of that energy? Looks like most of it's still intact, But we're there. Looks like part of a platform. I don't like the look of that beast. There's only one door. Do you think you're one? I'm thinking I don't know if it'll allow both of us to enter. No time to test any theories. Go go go. The Architect's gond be pissed that we let the
angel free. Not as pissed as Billy I was going to be. If we don't get back to the real battle in that other realm. Do they both go through the door at the same time? Is that dangerous? I don't really know. The rooms are a unique place in the realms. It may be just a struggle of luck we needed. Regardless, souls will continue to flow into the gray rooms, and our guests will both be weakened on their return. Where'd Roboman go? He was destroyed, along with most of
our reinforcements. With Israel teleported it back to the mount. The amount of energy needed to escape almost destroyed the rooms. The girl the Imani saved everything. Yeah, but not everyone. Sorry but not sorry about your beast. We need to return to the battlefield. Moth needs our assistants. I doubt your cousin needs anyone's help. He's done just fine on his own, which worries me why he's reaching out. Now, let's go. We can worry about the rooms later. Bring your Vaylor, we may need him. Yeah.
Sitting in a room with a two way mirror was weird. I wasn't a criminal, but I couldn't figure out why the mirror was in the room. The Connecticut State Lottery Mission had to have its reasons. The meeting room walls were white with chipped paint, and the table I sat at was a sheet of metal that distorted my reflection. The more I sat and looked at the mirror, the more I couldn't light myself anymore. I felt like I was about to be punished for something. I had a sneaking suspicion that if
I tried the handle on the door, it would be locked. I stared at the door and tried to ignore the mirror. My husband, Paul, was a winner. We were winners, and this was probably standard protocol meant to keep them safe. Money had never been night, but the idea of never having to listen to another client's problems sounded nice. Paul had always talked
about traveling. He kept a spreadsheet on his computer of all the places worth visiting, with a sublist of reasons why waiting in this room was a good thing. Our lives would be changed forever once we left it. There were a con artists that would want to scam us, long lost cousins and half forgotten friends trying to get in touch, and potentially even criminals looking to take what they can by force. Paul had a lawyer all ready to go.
The next time we returned to the Commission office, we would sign the forms and get our direct deposit eighty million after taxes. The Bland door swung open, and a man in a suit with his hair slicked back, sat down at the table without a greeting. Something about the way he walked, flexing and stretching his jacket and pants at the seams gave me the impression that he wasn't used to wearing suits. Missus DuPont, we have your husband in the
other room. He's fine. I just have a few questions we'd like to answer. Well, sure, and please call me Helen. Helen. When and how did you meet your husband? We've been together for about eleven years. We met during a New Year's party, if you can believe it, during a New Year's party. And how specifically did you meet? We introduced by a friend or the question was a bit too personal, not to mention weird for a state lotto guy to bring up to the wife of a winner.
But I didn't mind answering. If anything, I hoped they would move this silly process along faster. He walked right up to me and started talking about the whale shark exhibit they had gotten at the aquarium. I love aquariums, and his being so interested, not to mention handsome really made him stand out. That is a little unusual, Is it not for a stranger to appear in front of you talking about something you love? No? Not really.
He wouldn't have become my husband if I wasn't interested in what he had to say. Those sharks were a big deal back then. Did anything else funny happen that night, missus de Paul, Well, apparently he wasn't even invited to the party. It was a work thing. He said that he was in the building after hours and happened to crash it. He is an it guy, Am I right? Yes, that's why he was in the building that night. And then the thought came, did the commission think Paul
cheated somehow like counting cards? Didn't they think he was some kind of a hacker? Is my husband? Okay? He's an honest man if you're implying he didn't win fairly. Besides telling them the DuPont family lawyer would be pissed, I couldn't think of a threat. I hated the type of person who claimed to sue somebody when they didn't get their way. This was just a big misunderstanding, if it even was one at all. I'm sorry, missus, but if there is one thing you leave this room knowing is that your
husband is the furthest thing from honest man. I had started to say something and then stopped. Would we still get the money if I insulted this creasy, awkward man. Paul was being accused of something and the lotto commission was trying to rob us of the winnings. My husband won fair and square. He obeyed the rules of the game. Sure, where is my husband? None of this made sense? Why was he questioning me? Could they even do this? They didn't have any real authority, did they. I knew
they didn't need a badge to be in charge. These guys were the ones with all of the money, and they could do whatever they wanted. He's being asked a few questions the same as you. Then we will return him after we go over our findings. We should return you as well. With the money, ma'am, can you tell me the odds of winning the lottery?
What does that have to do with anything? The odds of picking the correct numbers are the same as you taking damn near every single person in this country, throwing them into some massive field, and then the first one of them you walk up to is being someone you know. I'll get struck by lightning a thousand times. This was something my chain smoking keno playing grandmother used to say at family cookouts while she worked her way through a stack of scratch
tickets with her fingernails. Exactly the lattle man sat back in his chair, His sports jacket slid aside to reveal the black butt of a gun polstered at his waist. Just like that, I stopped wondering if this was some kind of joke. I'll tell you a secret. There is a way to be the odds that only a few people managed to succeed in each year. Your husband is one of them. He didn't guess the numbers, No, he did not. He knew each one he punched in. Among many other reasons,
he only purchased a single ticket. Paul was never a gambler. I'd never seen him do a scratch ticket or play the lottery. He joked about it, though, he joked about it so much that I assumed he played. But Paul had never come home with a single ticket for as long as I'd known him, until the day he won. So you're not going to give us the money. Paul beat the system, but he wasn't smart enough to get away with it. I couldn't blame him for that. He did
something that next to nobody else could accomplish. I'd picked right, I'd chosen a winner, regardless of what he had in his bank account. When did you first realize you were in love with Paul? I'm not going to tell you that. What would he do to me? The man didn't reach for his gun. He merely frowned, a hint of sadness in his eyes. This is fuel benefit, missus Dupon. I'm trying to help you realize something at least in your favor, and think of the answer. Take your time.
I fell in love with Paul within a month. If there was something to be said about somebody being so perfect you couldn't imagine a life without them, Paul was it. He was everything I'd ever dreamed of, everything i'd ever confess to my friends about hoping to find the fear was finally realized. Paul was too perfect, molded just for me, a customed portrait of a lover. He'd never even hinted at being unfaithful, and sure we've argued good
naturedly, but I've never screamed at him. One of my colleagues had once told me it's healthy to fight with your spouse. I really thought our marriage was better than everyone else's. Paul Dupon pre calculated every reaction you would have since that New Year's at the party where you met. These past eleven years may have felt random to you, but they were not. I don't understand you, possibly never will. I hope you can at least get an idea
of what your husband has done. To be honest, he doesn't love you. My husband loves me. I couldn't imagine him not loving me. I was beginning to understand the idea that he had lied. But how big of a lie was it? And how long had it been going on? Your husband met you before you met him. He lived nearly an entire lifetime before you met him, and he seized the opportunity to live another life again, using extremely rare technology. He lived it again with notes, dates, addresses,
and people. He wrote down a lot of numbers, some of which he used for winning ticket. The lotto man was insane. When you're being pranked by an insane person, it's less of a prank and more of a horror show. I wondered if the Latto man was going to hurt me. All I had was the chair I sat on. I could try and swing it at him. I could try and take the gun. He did seem awfully stiff and a mobile in that sports jacket of his. Missus Japone,
your husband has experienced the future. He transported his consciousness back in time. We have a system in place to catch people like him. He will not be harmed, but we cannot let him leaves. That's not legal. I want to leave now. Your husband broke a law that has not been written yet. This law has a statute of limitations that last up to a century before and after the crime was committed. You may leave, but only to score you out. I got up and the little man didn't react as I
walked past him. As I approached the door, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up as I walked through the same gray and white corridor I originally came through. I was caught as I passed an open door. My husband sat at a table with three men sitting opposite him. The three suits were trained on him, watching his every move, their weapons displayed at their hips. My eyes drifted back to Paul, and he matched my stare, his eyes wide in horror. I'm sorry. Paul had jumped to his
feet, but the other men around the table did react. The men turned to look at me with pity. I do it all for you. Paul, who was usually so composed and calm, was now bursting like a ZiT. He was no longer the man I knew, instead of the love I held for him. I felt only pain and pity in my heart. It was the same pity you feel when you look in on someone's life far from your own. Something about what the Latto man had told me about Paul being
too perfect formed a sour taste in my mouth. Before I knew it, the Latto man came and ushered me along the corridor. Before I could say a word to Paul. He did the door for himself, even if he did love you. I know how this sounds, but he was supposed to meet another man. He was supposed to stunt a different family. And it seems like it doesn't matter anymore because he went enjoying a life, but it was not supposed to be this way. He also a thousand lives just to
pay his own selfishness. Please turn into the next room. I should have known. We weren't walking toward the front of the building in the way I had come in. This place was a never ending maze of white walls and unlabeled doors. Turning the last corner, the Lotto man led me into a room with high ceilings and a spider web of wires and pipes spiraling along the
floors and walls. At the center of the room, surrounded by two men in white lab coats, was what could only be described as a giant mechanical spider. It was made of metal with six long appendages. The machine had a series of straps at its center. They appeared to be made for locking a person in place. This machine will bring you back to yourself on New Year's Day twenty ten. You'll be painless, and you will not remember a thing. You will allow you to live the life you will always made it
to please. I don't want to forget. I was happy before I came here. Paul is my husband. Despite what he's done, He's changed from who he was when he met me. If he was acting, he became the act. There's nobody other than the Paul I know, missus du Paul. I'm sorry, but you're lucky. You're being given an opportunity. Most victims don't. Guests, people like Paul who travel back do not always go for the lottery and make it obvious. They twist the whole world. They
whim and never get discovered. We do not even have an accurate statistic for the number of people robbed of lives they were supposed to have I'm losing what made me happy. This right here is making me a victim. I didn't believe this. I couldn't. This was a mistake. Paul wasn't from the future. He couldn't be. But then the Latto man drew his gun and I couldn't ignore the weapon approaching machine. We will strap you in. You'll hear a hum, and then you'll get an honest READO. You might as
well shoot me. Everything about myself will die if I go back to who I was. I didn't even have my license to operate back then. I'll never meet some of my friends because of my life with Paul. You're killing someone who's been alive for eleven years, I know. I turned and finally saw it, the black eye of the gun hovering over me, ready to blot me out. The weapon didn't waver. There was nothing left that I could say to convince him of the truth I knew about Paul. Instead,
I turned and approached the machine. The men in white lab coats, both nearly identical with their balding heads and gray facial hair, strapped me in. I opened my mouth to say something more, but then the world went black. I hated lying to the victims. But what was the alternative? Tell them the whole truth right off the bat. I'm sorry, madam, but because of interdimensional politics, your life is fullfeit. Please follow me to your death. Cleaning up a timeline was messy at best. I felt for Helen
as I stared at the corpse trapped into the interlocking muttle poles. I was thankful it was not my job to carry out to the ens rat such a waste of life. Her mind was free and the branching timelines were finally being cruned. At least that was what I was told. At least that was what I told myself on the walk back to interrogation room. For once there I would put a bullet in Paul Upon's head. Then I would mop up
the blood and dispose of the corpse myself. Because Paul and the dirty cheaters like Paul ruined the world, to the rest of us had to keep on living in. I just cleaned up the messages they left in their wig.
Luckless written by Nick Manjolilo, with performances by Naya Dasso as Helen and the narrator, Harim Kronfley as a lotto man, and Graham Rowett as Paul and Then the Wolves Came, written by Arthur Runk, featuring performances by Brandon Green as Caliban, Danielle Ellett as a money Jack, Carmichael as Finley, Jeff Clement as Zook, and Tanya Maloyevich as Christ. Musical composition is by J. M. Scharff. Episode artwork, web development in creative direction by Gassie
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