You have meddled with the primal forces of nature, Mr. Chrystie, and I won't have it! Is that clear? You think you've merely stopped a podcast. That is not the case! The fanboys have taken billions of page-views out of this network, and now they must put them back! It is ebb and flow, tidal gravity! It is ecological balance! You are a young man who thinks in terms of communities and peoples. There are no communities. There are no peoples. There are no fanboys. There are no fangirls. There are no geeks. There are no nerds. There is only one holistic system of systems, one vast and immane, interwoven, interacting, multivariate, multinational dominion of social-media. Page-views, shares, follows, favourites, and retweets. It is the international system of currency which determines the totality of life on this planet. That is the natural order of things today. That is the atomic and subatomic and galactic structure of things today! And YOU have meddled with the primal forces of nature, and YOU... WILL... ATONE! Am I getting through to you, Mr. Chrystie? You get up on your little 128kbps audio stream and howl about Narrative and Payoffs. There is no Narrative. There are no Payoffs. There is only DIF, and FIYH, and WAYDM. Those are the nations of the world today. What do you think the fanboys talk about in their councils of state, the Hero's Journey? They get out their page-view counter, clicks-per-minute, social-media-network graphs, and compute the price-cost probabilities of their advertising revenue streams, just like we do. We no longer live in a world of commentary and character-arc, Mr. Chrystie. The world is a college of corporations, inexorably determined by the immutable bylaws of clickbait. Podcasts are a business, Mr. Chrystie. It has been since man crawled out of the slime. And our children will live, Mr. Chrystie, to see that... perfect world... in which there's no fanwank, hit-whoring or entitlement. One vast and ecumenical holding company, for whom all men will work to serve a common profit, in which all men will hold a share of stock. All necessities provided, all anxieties tranquilized, all boredom amused. And I have chosen you, Mr. Chrystie, to preach this evangel.

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Yeah, but John, if the FIYH podcast breaks down, the podcast don't eat the tourists

Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living, and above all those who live without DiF.

Aye, spoilers in the chat and you may die. Listen to a commentary and you’ll live — at least a while. And, friends in your head many years from now, would you be willing to trope all the days from this day to that for one chance, just one chance, to come back here and tell the forum that they may take our lives, but they’ll never take our Podcast!!!

BRAVEHEART

Major Strasser has been shot. Round up the Friends in Your Head.

Inconceivable!