doesnt it specifically not kill people

​@@klbzplbYes. Or it kills them very very slowly.

Yeah it doesn't kill, it traps you in forever choking and crushing torment, never letting you go, never gifting the eternal peace of death

HONESTLY

Listening to her lie so blatantly was fascinating

@@kellanlevi5663 technically she said that the current nightmares wouldn’t trouble her anymore. Now she has all new and much worse ones.

Dont forget carrying C4 and yeeting it at them. If you cant solve a problem, just blow it up.

And explosives, don't forget those 😂

Kinda like that old lady that got beef with Alex in Madagascar and kept fighting other big animals

Too bad that her fate was inevitable....

**Gertrude sidles up to a meat temple** “Hey fuckers, hope you like fireworks!!” 😂😂

or maybe they won't care at all :/ that'd be worse ://

Oh god each of these possibilities are horrible.

Yea same, and im a Man…

yep yep yep

Seriously, what do they think happens to the psyche of a person facing that much shame and ridicule. I know they're all suffering, but taking it out on Jon isn't helpful and it's no wonder he getting increasingly reckless and desperate--poor man already had no self-preservation instincts, and now he's actively being told he's not human, should have died, and isn't helpful. Of COURSE he's gonna end up doing something outrageous, he doesn't think it matters what happens to him anymore! Ugh, poor Jon, i want so badly to protect him

*makes popcorn*

Also that train girl.

Honorable mention to the plumber who literally didn’t notice monsters making flesh masks because he was too focused on doing a good job.

also that guy who survived the Spiral bc he realised he was late for dinner with his parents.. lmao

Who's the coffin guy again?

I came here to say the same thing lol

Why did Constantinople get the works?

Alex it’s nobody’s business but the Turks

Even old New York was once New Amsterdam.

@@kninenights but why they changed it I can't say

@@finnlaymoth2171 People just liked it better that way !

A more nuanced way to disrupt the ritual than explosives indeed, Gertrude would be proud !

This actually portrayes it really well kzfaq.info/get/bejne/rK-hl9p4vtO4l4k.html

@@colonelcucumber Ah, yes. Will McDaniel. If any human on this planet were to have an affinity for the flesh, it would be this man.

Gertrude would be so proud

even before clicking the link I knew who it was going to be

Amen

me

Starring - Meat Produced by - *Meat* Director of Cinematography - *MEAT* With special thanks to, you guessed it *M E A T*

@@byong9954 at

Nice

giggity

:O

Jocks vs Nerds battle royale

😂😂😂

You mean gym bodies?

he’s stupid

I mean yeah the woman REASONED her way out from a place BEIOND REASON!

You are forgetting the Watcher's Crown

@@Axius27 well I think that was mostly due to some pressure, if you remember all the others tried before the eye so it was probably like saying "do it, unless of course you can't"

"Lonely" "on the same team" Wait, that's illegal

@@saucevc8353 one could say thats pretty *Strange*

@@Axius27 Considering the Watcher's bias towards Jon, someone who is actively undoing all the rituals and such, I feel like some rituals are something the followers want to do but the entity doesnt. Watcher's Crown would feed it, but also make new information much harder to fabricate, functionally causing a shortage. Of course the followers would want it because theyd get a huge power boost tho, and the way the patron-avatar contract works, as long as they feed it they get power. Even if the patron doesjt want it. Miss bone book was able to take power after all, despite actively defying multiple entities. In many ways they're self aware sources of power who can draw people to it, or people can draw from it without its say.

Lmaoooo

And the award goes to Macabre Citrus for outstanding innovation in puns and wordplay.

@@TheProtoChimp 🏆🎆🎇✨

The puns are awesome

@@l.raphaelnery7299 Well thank you 👀

lazy flesh slaves get put in the meat hole to atone for their crimes

This has the energy of that post about the hockey penalty box 😂

I hate the fact it made me cackle Damn you

It's interesting since the Flesh comes from the fear of millions of animals, why the religious aspect?

@@-S.L. I think it might find it... ironic? Idk, thats my theory at least. Religion is typically all about the spiritual and the transcendent, about convincing ourselves there is more to us than just meat, that we're uniquely blessed with an immortal soul... and then the Flesh comes in like "sic, immortal soul does not exist and you really are nothing more than a pile of meat, no different from the animals you consume. All your religious posturing is for nothing" Idk, the Flesh might not be subtle but its fun to think it has a sense of humour

@@agnieszkasalach4395 it always seems to be christian churches as well, what with eating the body of christ and all

Your body is a temple, after all.

this is my favorite comment on this whole episode. you might even call the mental imagery.... juicy.

omg I hadn't thought of that, thank you for the imagery.

I was like "It's JON'S STUPID IDEA TIME AGAIN! He's had too much common sense this season! Now to do away with that."

lay out some strips of bacon on a George Foreman grill and start it up outside the casket right before jumping in. Save Daisy just in time for a lovely pork treat!

I know this comment is old, but I'm pretty sure there's webs left over from the act of spiders moving it. I'm sure spiders don't just pick it up and move things, I think they wrap it in web and slide it along with other webs to the place they want it, or at least that's how I understand it. So it's just leftovers

I'm very late, but as a first time listener, can we just talk about how screwed up a podcast is when we're like "I hope it's ONLY A VIAL OF HIS BLOOD" This podcast is so fucked up... I love it

I got the giggles from reading this. My customer's looking at me all funny now, thanks

Meat is me.

Me is e a t

Meat is m e

Meat is Taem but backwards

Hm. Neat.

or it might be that miss "The Distortion itself was impressed by my dihonesty" was simply lying again

oh 22:29 "i would avoid them if i could" lol

Gertrude is so fucking cold. I really liked her at first but I'm realising she fooled me just like she did poor Michael Shelley. :( Jon has more humanity than her, certainly at this point. But yeah I think Gertrude was going to kill her and bringing her in to give a statement was just to find out if it would be necessary...

@Barbora Zahradníčková Vždycky je hrozně fajn potkat v komentářích možného krajana

@@kaayya.k ahoj, taky jsem ráda, když se to stane :) předpokládám, že jsi také fanoušek tohoto podcastu? Já jsem jím úplně posedlá 🙃🙂

Why does that has the vibe of finding your friend's lost dog

@@citra1885 not finding your friends lost dog but more like retrieving your friends lost dog from your trigger happy local farmers land. Also the dog tried biting you before.

Never apologize for dropping an appropriate TMBG reference. You aren't the only one.

(old comment but I really can't resist the joke) Was it the right amount of nail tho?

Yuuuuup! :D

Now you know how an unfortunate/fortunate amount of listeners living in the UK feel! :D It's so creepy and well done.

YEAH i also thought that...

She is just a liiiiittle bit unhinged

Could be both. After all, the terrors are like 'a spectrum of colour that hate you'

Isn’t that how it’s traditionally portrayed? The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak? There’s probably more but that’s off the top of my head. The demiurge is the one opposing the god, right?

@@tmaxgo6696 My understanding is that the Demiurge is a master of the physical universe but is shut out from the spiritual knowledge and enlightenment of God. I'm not a Gnostic scholar though.

@@mimkyodar It is thought YHWH is the Demiurge split with Lucifer. Sophia birthed him accidently.The Demiurge created the physical human, but not their soul.That is why it is heretical to traditional Christianity. In the traditional take, YHWH and Jesus are the Same God. In Gnostic traition, they are different.

The Flesh and The Web are incredibly similar when you look at them closely, some parts of them could even be a different fear

Niceeee a Mythbusters reference. High five, my guy.

tbh we all propably did lol

Now it was open, and they went in, one at a time. They didn’t come back out. All this time, I’d just been watching from my hiding spot, totally frozen in confusion and fear. As I said, the temple stood apart from any other buildings, and.. if I tried to leave, the chances were higher that I’d be spotted. I thought I could maybe just wait. Just. Stay where I was until these people had finished doing whatever it was they were doing. And then they would drive away, and I would leave, and spend the rest of my life pretending I had never seen anything, (breath) that I had gone to an art gallery instead. This plan lasted right up until the driver saw me. It was my own fault. My leg was starting to cramp up, so I tried to shift position - but I didn’t realize just how painful it would be to move, and I let out a cry before I had a chance to stifle it. The driver’s head snapped up and focused on me. He was rail-thin, dressed in rough overalls, with shaggy black hair and pale skin. He was East Asian - Chinese, maybe, but he called me over in a crisp British accent. His tone was firm, but unhurried, and to my ears, not immediately threatening. So I did as he asked. I walked, slowly, but deliberately over to him, hands out to my side, doing my best to show him I wasn’t a threat. I made the decision that-whatever was happening, my best chance to make it out was just - keep doing as I was asked. By the time I reached the truck, the smell was so thick I could taste it. I stood there, legs shaking, muttering a prayer to a god I didn’t even believe in. He stared at me for what felt like hours, but - can’t have been longer than a few seconds. And he shrugged. Turned to the truck and picked up what looked like the back half of a goat. He held it out to me, expectantly. Honestly, I was so surprised I just took it on instinct. The driver nodded to himself, like he’d made the right decision, and I turned, and started to walk towards the door, afraid that any hesitation might make him reconsider, mark me out as something other than what he had decided I was. I - don’t eat much meat, and rarely ever cook it myself, but I held that cold haunch to me like a talisman. As if it might ward whatever awful thing waited inside that door. As I got closer, I saw one of the others, a tall, gangly woman with arms that bent backwards leaving the entrance. She had to stoop to get through. But as she raised back up to her full height, I felt her eyes rest on me for a second. I didn’t slow my pace or meet her gaze. She walked past me quickly, on the way back to the truck for her next load. I stepped through the entrance, moving carefully down what looked to be a rough-hewn stone stairway. It went deeper and deeper, far below where any normal basement might have been. So narrow at points that I had trouble fitting. My mind kept trying to imagine meeting one of the less human-looking things coming back up the other way, but I didn’t let it. Finally, I reached the bottom, and stepped out into a scene I s-s-still see every time I close my eyes. I don’t know how big the room would have been to begin with. Only one side had anything that might’ve once been considered an interior wall. The others were rough rock and stone, clearly hollowed out and extended until the place must have been almost forty yards across. In the middle of the floor, taking up almost the entirety of the strange vault, was a pit. (mm) No, not a pit. Not exactly. The others stood around the edge, throwing their burdens down into it one piece at a time. And there, at the bottom, was another pile. One that dwarfed the truck outside. One that would have dwarfed a hundred trucks. Because I couldn’t actually see the bottom. For all I know, it could’ve gone down forever, an endless pillar of flesh. But then it moved, and I realized in a second what it actually was I was looking at. Not a pit. A mouth. I feel a strange, deep pride that I didn’t scream. I didn’t panic, though my mind felt like it was trying to shut down at the repulsive sight. Instead, I forced myself to take my place there at the edge, and hurl my… offering down into it. It accepted it greedily. I wish I could say I ran, then, or that I found a clever trick to escape, but I didn’t. When I returned to the surface, I was handed more meat, before I even had a chance to consider getting away. So I decided I would keep up the ruse until the truck was empty, in the hopes that I would have a chance later. But as we unloaded the last of the grim cargo, and I carried a heavy, red tongue down into the vault, I saw another truck pull up, almost identical to the first; then another; then another. There was no end to them. Day turned into night turned into day again, and still I carried meat, and threw it into the hole. And my back was screaming. My legs were weak. And my mind was numb from terror. But I was spurred on by one thing: the woman with the backwards arms had fallen, sometime in the night, and her companions had showed no hesitation. They had gripped her shoulders, hoisted her up, and hurled her straight into the gaping maw. I swore it wouldn’t happen to me. All through this, the mouth got closer and closer to the edge of the pit. The pile of flesh within it grew larger and larger, sat there in an awful, half-solid slurry, chewed and crushed together. It was impossible to tell what had once been animal, and what might have once been us. It was all just meat. And as the mouth got closer, the smell got stronger. The air became thick, and the walls began to sweat a pinkish liquid, like cutting into a steak. More of those workers had been thrown in, replaced by others brought in the- endless procession of meat trucks. I didn’t know what was going to happen when it finally reached the top, but I knew it would be something bad. Something unspeakable. And I would have helped make it happen. When the explosion came, it was a blessed relief. A deep rumble passed through the structure of the building, a deafening cry of rage and dismay that came from below, as the roof collapsed downwards, burying it under a torrent of rubble and stone. I was lucky. At that moment, I had been stood in the bottom of the stairwell, and as the world collapsed around me, I began to sprint up the stairs. But I barely made it halfway up before that toppled as well, and I felt the foundations of the temple above fall down around me. I thought I was dead. I wish I had been. I don’t know how long I lay-trapped there before Turkish rescue workers found me. Certainly long enough that the scent of rot began to waft up from far below. I was delirious and barely conscious. I-I tried to warn them, to tell them to finish the job - but all that did was convince them that there might be other survivors. They, um, haven’t told me what they found down there. They paid for my flight home, but haven’t told me anything. I don’t know anything. I, I just want to sleep. (businesslike tone) That’s it. That’s all I have. That’s what happened. GERTRUDE And… Do you feel any better? LUCIA No. GERTRUDE Well that’s a shame. Hang on, let me see if I can find you the number for that counseling service. They’re, They’re actually quite good. [AS SHE SPEAKS, SHE MOVES, AND WE HEAR THE RUSTLING OF HER CLOTHES AND A COUPLE OF FOOTSTEPS.] LUCIA If you say so. [TAPE CLICKS OFF.] [INT. MAGNUS INSTITUTE, ARCHIVES, GERTRUDE’S OFFICE, LATER] [TAPE CLICKS ON.] GERTRUDE Well. That is a relief. When I heard there had been survivors of the Last Feast, I was rather concerned that one of them might be able to positively identify me, (ha) which could land me in all sorts of trouble. (she inhales) But she doesn’t seem to remember me at all. Tom Haan might be a bit more of a problem, as it looks like he also survived, but I’m hopeful he has been weakened enough by this failure to not be an issue in the near future. Hopefully, he’ll fade away or burn out as they tend to when robbed of their purpose. Still, I should keep a watch on him in case of any erratic behavior that might lead to complications. Also worth watching out for any… additional esoteric fallout from the ritual attempt, like that Carlisle boy down in Wandsworth. Dekker really came through with the explosives. It almost felt like cheating. Sad about the loss of history, but… Miss Wright didn’t seem to think the old gnostic church got many visitors anyway. I’m honestly impressed she had the strength to get through it, even if she does seem to have been.. deeply affected by it. Shame about the dreams. I would avoid them if I could. At least we know for sure that these grand rituals can be disrupted by conventional means, though a more… nuanced approach will be needed for some of them, I’m sure. Also… I can’t rely on having this much lead time. I’ve had ten years tracking supplicants drawn by the siren call of flesh, watching them gradually stockpiling meat. Very useful, in terms of preparation time for derailing the final push, but in future, I think I need to get a little bit more… pro-active.

[TAPE CLICKS OFF.] [INT. MAGNUS INSTITUTE, ARCHIVES, JOHN’S OFFICE] [TAPE CLICKS ON.] ARCHIVIST I found this tape tucked in a corner of my desk drawer (sigh) covered in cobwebs. I suppose subtlety has gone out the window a bit, and the question is now simply… how much I trust the Spider to have my best interests at heart. Hm. I suspect my assuming it has a heart might be a clue I’m looking at this the wrong way. (sigh) Even so, and - leaving aside the matter of Gertrude’s actions for a moment - what is it trying to tell me with this? Is it about… rituals? About getting Daisy back? About - About an anchor. What was it she said, “the siren call of flesh.” Hm. It’s possible, I suppose. It would - hurt, but - well, what’s another scar? (small sigh) It’s been two weeks since I heard from Basira. I’m not waiting any longer. I’m getting Daisy back. End recording. [TAPE CLICKS OFF.]

@@petraivan6778 thank you! Ugh these flesh episodes make me glad I'm a vegetarian （≧ｍ≦）

@@islaridland well they almost made me one ;) (btw I really respect you being a vegetarian, I wish I had the willpower)

Petra Iván thank youu

Beth Eyre, the va, is also in another podcast called Wooden Overcoats, playing one of the main characters. I recommend checking it out, it’s really good!

@_ Mel _ I love Wooden Overcoats! It was weird but awesome hearing Antigone making a statement. lol Beth also had a brief part in an episode of Wolf 359. :) It’s just fun hearing her voice pop up in random other podcasts. She’s awesome! 😁

TheNitpickChick Oh yeah I remember her in Wolf 359 too! She’s great

I would scream XD

We had three of them from with two included tnt (or whatever) that's not to much but weird enough.

To quote: *Hefts gun* Parry this ye fucking casual

well at least the buried can't really, as it needed a void-touched body, i dont imagine explosions work if eveything is falling in

Elias thought Gertrude was going to blow up the Institute so I guess it works pretty good?

Or maybe it’s cannibal propaganda , meat is meat

Meat is me /ref

veggies for the meat god. all that protein and no fiber is unhealthy!

@@f_mva he's a god, gods don't need to worry about health

more reasons to stay vegan

orrr Gertrude's being creepier? :(

Wait... The web? I mean, I'm not contesting it, I just figured this was all the Eye's doing and that the web was only here for Martin

That's what I was thinking but I don't think it works like that. "someone you love" seems to be an anchor to escape the lonely, but maybe it doesn't work with the buried.

@@achnav3762 i think it has worked with the buried! in the statement that convinced jon he needed an anchor, the victim managed to survive the flood of the buried by holding on to the sheath of his grandfather's machete. jon took this to mean he needed a physical object, but i think it's more likely his love for his grandfather that acted as the actual anchor.

We are the meat we love the meat :))))

Found the Flesh Avatar. Keep on keeping on my meaty friend. :D

@@vomitfountain meat :-)

robin meat is meat 🍖

DIG but meaty

oh no now I'm worried

ADJSJDHD SAME I WAS WAITING TO FIND A COMMENT ABOUT IT

Honestly, I don't think so. Destroying information is almost the anathema of the eye. That's why Jonathan had such a hard time burning Gerry's page. Some aspects of the stranger could possibly pull it off, or the distortion. But the eye curses you by giving you too much knowledge, and making you afraid that others know all your secrets. It doesn't erase

@@TheShadowlord18You're right. Thanks for the answer, I haven't considered it like that at the time.

Probably the stranger would with it’s unknowing.

@@tmaxgo6696 Or the Spiral. maybe.

@@mimkyodar spiral wouldn’t erase, maybe make 3 or 4 other scenarios so you can’t tell what happened

The difference is the Harry/Draco faction would literally murder the other factions and rewrite everything so no one would know the others were equally accepted ideas.

@@Badficwriteryou mean that the attempts to declare others heretics and therefore perfect slaughter targets is canon? The only reason that protestant and catholics don't currently try and do that is that governments are large enough to stop them

i could be missing something, but i think the va just said “it was barely” a little nasally, i don’t think it was a separate voice :0

He had a lighter with a web design gifted to him in season 1. I think the Web like him? Or want to use him? Some entities seem to be allied with each other. Maybe the Eye and the Web are just friends?