It's the Pocket Podcast Potluck and for our dish, we've brought you a huge dish of candy. That's acceptable, right? Please enjoy our annual Halloween episode GM'd by Britty and starring a cast of candy creature criminals!

Picking up immediately where we left off last time, the Magic Assholes witness a communion that has interesting results, create a spectral kelpie, and have a nice conversation with the Bodega Cat. All in a day's work.

The hallowed halls of Bat Yale welcome you as we play our annual Halloween one-shot DM'd by Britty!

Special thanks to the lovely Christine Savage for voicing Coriander! The Magic Assholes take far too long to let a friend inside...which unfortunately is not a metaphor.

The gang goes toe to toe with a ghost which has immediate and dire consequences. They learn more about the Lich Queen's cruel actions, Perry forgives her sister, and Ixen and Saoirse have a heart to heart.

It's the Show Swap Special! Boy howdy, you're in for a treat - it's those goobers from Green Mountain Mysteries, playing in the No Dice space for a change! There is NO POSSIBLE WAY that this could go wrong. The gang takes an assignment from the legendary Erris Dawnforge as the first test run of the Pact of the Lich... mostly because they were the first four to be recruited. Can this band of necromancers work together (and not kill each other) long enough to recover a fabled treasure? Chan is a boatomancer, Duram has his priorities straight, Messala monologues a LOT, and Salemla is the subject of frequent confusion. Starring Christine Savage as Salemla Kamarile, Darius Southland as Duram Drazal, Gwen Vetter as Chan Ared, Thom Freitag as Messala Saine, and Michael Freitag as everyone else. Adventure written by Daniel Bookhoop.

The gang gets the grand tour of their new digs and discovers that something isn't quite right...it's definitely not a ghost though.

Special thanks to the lovely Christine Savage for voicing Coriander! Sometimes you have to leave the bodega that only exists in the dream plane and go out to fight a Lich Queen who wants to attack your family. You know, get back on the horse.

Life Incarnate Written October 1, 2014 We are remembered for our failures For our inability To do something correctly Artists Are only known after they’re dead And politicians, God forbid Always blame everything on one another Utopia Is a false misconception Perfection Is nothing more than being who you are If we treated each other with respect Parents wouldn’t have to bury their children This generation Is a compilation Of beautiful ingenuity And mismatched socks I remember when we all played in the same sandbox With the same innocence Plastered on our clothes We finger-painted our souls with Sharpies The permanence held strong At least until we stopped being young And our view points Started pointing fingers at one another Even though we were told that staring is rude And pointing is wrong And you have to take responsibility for everything you’ve done But this is not the case Our wide eyes will keep gawking Like we are six years old at a candy store Wanting to taste the sensation of a lollipop too big for our hands to hold We are all cut from the same mold Sculpted by the hands of our ancestors With nicks and chips Scratched on our life sized surface Because we all fell when we rode our bikes for the first time And we all danced with rulers between our stomachs Arms locked stiff Waiting for a hurricane of music To let our young bones give way To the weight of expectations on our shoulders We are not Atlas We cannot bear to carry that boulder But we could care less About dancing across a stage in our underwear We care more about people getting shot and our troops getting murdered Whoever said we were selfish? They don’t know about half the things we believe in Nor do they care to trust our reasoning This world is going to keep spinning Even if it needs an oxygen mask To keep living

Invalid Reality (Strike One) – 8/24/18 Do not tell me it’s not real Do not push your accidental Patriarchal bullshit on me You see I will not allow you to invalidate me To tell me that when my body shakes And my nerves quake It’s not real Growing up They told us to suck it up Kids these days What’s an emotional support animal anyway? Be wary, friend Because your generation is not mine And I have reason to believe That maybe there was something in our water After Flint How can you not With children screaming for their mothers And crying for their fathers And now, they’re without their bottles Look There’s a lot of fucked up shit in this world Enough so That whenever there’s another Trayvon Martin I look both ways before I walk outside I learned while living in the south for four years To dance like crazy down the street Because no one will bother you then There are times When I wonder Why I’m so anxious about everything And nothing All at the same time Days when I think about what might happen If I stop taking my meds for one day Is the pain that runs through my body like a dagger Still real? Or was it psycho-somatic all along I’m tired Of invalidation And feeling like my invisible illnesses Are nothing more Than figments Of my broken imagination The next time You think you know What anxiety feels like Try smiling every time You’re pouring poison down your throat Every time You walk across a street Or pass a lingering unmarked SUV Oh wait You can’t Because you’re white And I’m Black And your anxiety Is not holding you back The next time Someone tries To invalidate my body My health Everything that makes me real I’ll tell them To listen to how I feel