We said November would bring lots of new content, but we forgot to account for what life brings on its own accord. Lives imploded this month. Pain ran through hearts and brains like errant locomotives. Therin Kinslayer had a minor performance, but we currently have no footage. The headquarters burned to the ground and our impressive library was destroyed. This month was not all bad, however. The puppet theatre stage is complete. Two podcasts are scripted. We are still on this side of the sod. That being said, we feel disappointed this month. We were unable to follow through on some promises, and for that we must revamp the feng shui. Depression must come to an end. New energies pass through cleverly-placed biological diodes. Old selves must die, along with old ideals. Meet us in the future.