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MAGp - 013

Celia has a baby! A little guy! Named Jack! In any other universe I'd accept the father just being deeply unimportant but what if Jack is like gonna Itadori it and have a fucked up evil parent for fucked up evil reasons

They are managing the bad guys. Good stuff. Same thing as being a manager at like lockheed martin i guess

Betting against yourself and preforming various degrees of self harm to ensure that bet does remind me of the self mutilation from the tattoo episode, and to a point the voyeur and liminal episode as well- from willingly and intentionally putting yourself in harmful situations to directly harming yourself

Though I'm a bit lost on the horrifying insect chittering at the end. Hey what's that about

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MAGp - 012

The CCTV... moved? Zoomed? Ew

Also, where did Sam put his tea that he was panting from getting it? Help

RIP to Alice, I know Sam and Celia must sting especially since you dug through a gross watchful building for him, however I am free anytime when works best for you

Oh Mr. Bonzo you're going to make me do fear tears! I hate this so much. Gwen you killed a bachelor party I fear

"We're not doing good... You never wonder what the point is? Who benefits from all this awfulness?"

Really hate that Mr. Bonzo seems to be consistently reoccurring. Here to play and here to stay indeed

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MAGp - 011

Celia is... a sleepwalker? Periodically possessed? Who's to say!

Alice feels followed- perhaps by our good friend [ERROR]! Please be a friend and not like, Jane Prentiss. Or actually I changed my mind that would also be rad. Please don't be by Mr. Bonzo that would suck

Ayyy tattoo appearance! Remember that episode of TMA where you get on a ship, get paid a buttload of money to do nothing except hope you aren't a poor sod left floating alone at sea to die?

The tattooist themselves is back! God you're so off putting when are you free next? Also Oscar Jarrett is another evil tattooist- so many names, so little memory space

Whoever Sutherland Macdonald is, cheers! You get a mention and also I would've immediately forgotten you had I not written it down

"He's with the sea, now. The deep will care for his bones."

It is absolutely hysterical to be pissed at being told to be more professional after sending that shit previously

The Influencer Tattooist 'took it'? The body? Just the tattoo?

"Mr. Bonzo is one of our externals." OKAY big here guys confirmation these are the Not Good Guys! The existence of externals implies the existence of internals- we've got Helen distortion locked up somewhere, I just know it, tell me where so I can ask if she's free for dinner soon

"[Mr. Bonzo] is a valued asset." So actually Lena he eats people

Could Needles also be an external? The tattooist? The old movie theatre guy? Am I an external?

I guess if you can't beat 'em, monitor, assess, and feed people to 'em.

"[The Externals] usually like [screaming]." At least Lena is far more forthcoming than rat bastard Elias was, I guess

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MAGp - 010

Nigel, like the Nigel that Gwen has been sent on special little evil assignment to?

Ah, studio audience laughter with a grain, remain creepy for all analog and audio horror fans forever

Been 'berried' = been buried? I love stretching it keeps me flexible for Celia

Fearfully in love with the background music as they begin to talk about the Bonzo Butcher. Super awful keep it up lads

It's so funny that this Bonzo fucker is scarier to me than any of the other Children's Thing Turned Murderous clowns floatin around there in the post FNAF world we live in

Oh! So! Full disclosure, it took a while for a TMA episode to scare me, but consider me Frightened! I don't like this Mr. Bonzo fucker at fucking all!

And we're feeding Bonzo people. That's cool. Go gang. I really despise that Mr. Bonzo literally eating the name and address reminded me of Jon 'eating' statements.

Also, Jon sent Sam a name and address. I assume this mysterious Jon that totally is unrelated to Jon Sims doesn't want Sam to go eat this dude, but you never really know.

'An Archie' An Archi- like Archivist close enough welcome back jonathan sims

My life is so normal that the phrase 'worm tracks on the floor' made me vibrate so hard i had to press pause and take a lap

I wonder, since this place burned down ~20 years ago, if it was burned down due to the worms and our pals were rather unscathed by comparison. Though I think if they ever heard themselves be referred to as unscathed they might kill whoever said it

I wonder if the gifted program at the Institute was to groom Archivists- and Sam was just too damn sweet and nice. What a guy

OH I just realized we've been listening on a tape recorder. Complete shot of euphoria at that realization

So sorry you dropped your key Sam, you win an ancient horror escaping! Or maybe it's just Jon, but isn't that the same thing?

Can't wait to see our pal [ERROR]

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MAGp - 009

Mixed up my notes a little between 008 and 009, so the reveal of the Institute being in Manchester and not London is dropped there, unforch.

'Magnus Institute, Manchester' just doesn't really roll off the tongue the same. But also this podcast is sort of the one exception to my undying distaste for all things Brit, so. Rather large grain of salt, there.

Alice I have also foolishly pined after the sweet guys who have completely moved on from me. I'm here for you. We can discuss it over dinner, if you like?

Cursed DnD dice rules so hard. Also, is it just me, or are these cases a lot more bloody and lethal than the majority of statements in TMA?

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MAGp - 008

I originally would've attributed The Lonely to liminality, as the eerie emptiness is one of those key aspects for a lot of people, but I honestly don't know what to make of all the fake clone people eating my old student fella. The windows into the empty abyss do nod to Vast, of course.

Honestly, I feel deeply foolish trying to attribute Fears to cases- there could be new Fears, no Fears, different shit, amalgamated Fears; I don't want to overlook anything or paint myself into a Fear shaped corner, here.

Poor Sam. Someone should've started smashing tape recorders a lot sooner, though, so Kudos to Colin on that one. Wanna go out on a date

Gerry??? As in Gerry KEY??? HOLY BALLSACK THAT'S GERTRUDE ROBINSON

That is directly transcribed from my notes as I wrote it down while listening for the first time. I burst more than one blood vessel

Magnus Institute, Manchester had gifted programs? God can you imagine how annoying they would be. GATE but with The Horrors. Ugh

[GERRY SOUNDS SO DEEPLY, PLAINLY, HAPPY.] Thanks audio transcript should I kill myself now or later

Celia poking around at time travel/other dimensions... Honestly, that makes me lean further away from those as a possibility, just because Jonny Sims loves his reveals with dramatic set ups.

The only thing I know for sure is I will be made a fool of when reveals do begin dropping

GEORGIE MENTION <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

A podcaster in every universe, it seems

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MAGp - 007

"It's not like we're wrestling with tape recorders and manilla folders." Ayyyy fingerguns. They're trying to kill me.

Fuck yeah Celia I also think the spoken ones have a connection! God we're awesome wanna go out sometime

"Is there any way to look up specific cases? Like ones about being buried alive, or meat, or whatever..." Again, they are trying to kill me. Celia what do you know please stay safe my knowledgeable queen

Hilltop Center - Hilltop road? God there's enough references here to send me into cardiac arrest

"All for a good cause." okay evil agenda

With the burning destruction and subsequent bloody deaths this case leads to I wanted to stray from it, but the specificity of feeling suffocated felt so Buried I couldn't quite let it go. Also that was definitely Starkwall that rescued the victim; with how cagey and negatively they were spoken about earlier, I believe they are not, nor have they ever been, in good standing with the O.I.A.R. Because they rescued the victim here, even more credence to our fellas working for a Not Good.

Celia recognizes Jon's voice! God we have so much in common are you free next Saturday

Sam got an intentional email from a 'Jon' with a name and address- as much as I want my little guy to stay safe, I wanna find out about my other littler guy even more.

Lena girlfailed at killing 'Klaus' ! Should've gone with the metal pipe method. Never fails

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MAGp - 006

Alice, don't fret, I also have little brothers that drain my wallet at deeply inconvenient times. They aren't characters in a horror podcast though so I'd stay on my toes

Colin's predecessors being Amelia and an unnamed tattooed German guy- hey tattoos! Maybe he got evil influencer ink. Oh, That's why Colin had to learn German to try and figure out some shit. So unfortunate. At least it wasn't French.

Needles you are so fucked up and evil count me in as deeply intrigued. New sexyman just dropped and he will kill you if you get too close! On a more serious note, it is interesting that he's directly and explicitly feeding off fear- granted, I'm mid re-listen of TMA, and haven't listened to the full thing since it ended, but I can't recall the same being so explicit originally.

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MAGp - 005

Colin is so season 2 Jon but seemingly skipped all the interpersonal accusations. Good for him, good for him! Cool of Sam to be worried about our fav IT guy, very Evil Boss of Lena to insist upon dgaf-ing

Sam is continuing down the one-to-one/121 path! I honestly kinda hope we never get clarification on that one. It's hard enough out here with the Horrors and such, I'm fine with some whimsical miscommunication

I like Alice and everything, but I am on the fence about the motivations behind her insistence upon apathy and ignorance. At the very least, there's some ~event~ that caused this insistence, and at worst...

I am quite nauseous at the prospective truth behind the voices of our beloved boys- please don't be horrifically trapped in the programming of ancient Windows programming, please be something less horrible and also more interesting

"It's what's on the inside that matters." Ugh so true thank you old weird movie theatre employee.

Voyeur needs to be seen to be believed. The scariest movie I have ever seen. Produced by The Eye, maybe. Or Not.

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TMAGp - 004

Honestly I didn't expect a literal protocol to be mentioned, especially this early, but of course it's somehow tied to the Institute. Maybe a failsafe protocol, a break-glass-in-case-of-emergency type of thing?

Starkwall is such a good name for lethal private military contractors. Nail on the head with a corporately evil name. I expect a lot more here

Augustus appearance, and an unfamiliar (or I'm voice blind) voice to boot! I wonder if he always shows up for old ass cases, or is something more specific than that. On a similar note, I wonder what, if any, the distinction between Jon/Chester and Martin/Norris cases, or if the special something that causes the case to be read aloud is the same for both.

The case itself is, again, sick as shit. I'm reminded of Grifter's Bone in the audience losing their minds when hearing the violin without a prior sacrifice, while themes of guilt remain consistent. Though not a whole lot of guilt, mind you.

Lena did you do a Jurgen-Leitner-metal-pipe-murder-noises part 2? Also, considering this was in an email sent to Gwen, does this imply there is a someone or something either figuratively or literally (as in, trapped in the programming) inside the O.I.A.R. working against- whatever it is they're working towards?

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TMAGp - 003

Colin being insistent about not personifying Freddie (FR3-d1) could be lore significant in some way, but I perceive it as more of a defense/denial tactic. No reason to treat the possible conscious malevolent machine as anything other than malevolent and machine, I suppose. Though insisting on it not having a name feels significant.

The case is cool- I'm really digging the more direct horror a lot of these cases have, as opposed to the subtle grow of fear a lot of the statements had. Lots of themes of Corruption here, and it might be a reach but I'm also feeling Flesh in the whole becoming food for the earth thing. Lots of guilt again, which seems to be becoming a persistent theme.

Sam is taking an interest in the cases! Good for us, undoubtedly terrible for him. Good luck fella

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TMAp - 002

Thank you Lena, for being insistently cryptic about what DHPW even stands for, much less how it works. Good stuff

The case is horrifying, of course. Listening in on a therapy session feels even more invasive than half the shit The Eye did in TMA, and the actual substance of it is even worse. That tattooist has recurring minor character written all over em, but I can't pin down the self-mutilation to an obsessive and perfectionist degree. Something about observation and audience tickles here as well, but, again, vibes.

It's interesting that Gwen's somewhat mysterious nepotistic origins still have her scraping for respect and ambition. The real Elias Bouchard was a chill ass pothead, so.

Also interesting that the O.I.A.R. seems to have a high turnover rate, with maybe the exception of Alice and maayyybee Colin- completely opposite to The Magnus Institute. Intentional so no one can put any pieces together?

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TMAp - 001

Old ass computer noises (dial-up is calling me) so we've jumped a very small handful of decades in tech! Big things happening in the FITD (Fear Information Technology Department)

Super fascinating to begin with the departure of an employee, even with the half-joking allusions to others being stuck there; more or less literal than the good ol' Institute?

O.I.A.R. - absurd length for an acronym, especially one you can't turn into a quirky little word. Thank you Office of Incident Assessment and Reports

Gwen is a nepo baby- gotta be someone we know of (Note: Oh Holy fuck Gwendolyn Bouchard. Thank you end credits)

Computers turning themselves on to listen in! Close enough, welcome back cursed tape recorders

I have the sneaky feeling Response 121 (one-to-one?) will have some relevance somehow someway. But who's to say I mean there's definitely not one billion of Chekhov's guns hanging on the wall of every episode alongside the glimmer of a thousand red herrings

Reeeaaallllyy fuckin with the cross referencing system and just how in depth you can get with it. Abhorrent system I love it

Bit the walls of my enclosure hearing Martin's tinny little voice again. Why would you name my son Norris, Alice? Why?

Around 1 in 20 are read aloud by the TTS that began around a year ago- hunch that it's less a random 1 in 20 chance, and more that about 1/20 have something worth being said.

Misfiles can happen- so someone, somewhere, cares a little about properly categorizing the stateme- I mean, cases.

Gwen is an ambitious nepo baby! Good for her, good for her

Some politician wants Colin to make an app, presumably for case submission? Despite how horrible the current malevolent technology presents, of course.

Sam calls The Magnus Institute a 'blast from the past'- me too, buddy.

Ayyyyyy its Jon ! Sorta.

Sam and Alice are exes- personally I would've simply not broken up with either of them, but I guess we'll find out the horrors involved there at some point.

And Colin is onto the malevolent machine! Excellent, always fun to have a character dissolve into justified paranoia from day 1.

On the statemen- erm, cases. The first one feels like The Stranger on steroids, but my fear diagnostics have always been a bit more vibes based than they have any right to be, so who's to say. The second feels obviously like The Eye, but again, on steroids. People are dying left and right here, it seems.

Of course, this could be a universe a little to the left, and our beloved entities are no longer in play! This could be something new, or perhaps they've just finally got their shit together and are sped up or working together. Congrats to the malevolent forces, you seem to be on the winning side.

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i want asriel to know the inherent rage of being an older sibling and realizing ur parents dont know how to raise ur alienated little sibling

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November 6th, 5:16 p.m.

Thinking of people who don't think of me. In fifth grade, a boy I've gone to school with my whole life let me borrow his entire diary of a wimpy kid collection. We weren't close friends. Maybe he let me borrow them because he knew I would return them quickly. Thinking of the girl who didn't like me in fifth grade because she decided we both had a crush on the same guy who would go on to be expelled from our middle school for looking up guns on his chromebook. Thinking of the friends I had in sixth grade, and how easily the friendship was cleanly snapped away. One girl apologized to me in her signature on my yearbook at the end of our senior year. Another boy called us close friends, but I never felt warm from that friendship. A part of me will always crave that approval. Our similar last names were the only thing placing us next to each other in that fated boring music appreciation class. I wish we were all a little kinder. I wish we all held on a little tighter. I wish I had let go sooner. I wish I could let go now.

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October 24th, 1:00 p.m.

The loneliness does tend to ebb after a night like the last. Sitting at the dining room table, doing homework with three of my roommates. We answer one homework question an hour, periods of locking in broken easily by giggles and let-me-show-yous and snack breaks. One wasn't even working, just as there to be there. Laughing so hard we cry over nothing. It's back to community. I find myself breaking apart these golden memories, telling myself I am the only one who holds them so gently. So?

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October 20th, 3:17 p.m.

We'll blame the season, just as we did last year, despite its persistence through spring. I went home, for a short time. I believe it made me worse. Living with my mother was never conducive to wellness. The sluggishness of pantomiming humanity not in the edgy boring serial killer way but in the I Constantly Have No Idea What The Fuck I'm Doing way. I cannot pinpoint when I stopped bothering with Halloween, or maybe when it stopped bothering with me. I look towards Christmas, despite it requiring a long, long stint at home with a family who beholds me like the prodigal son if he never left at all. I think it's the communal melancholy of Christmas that I enjoy; the one time of year when I truly believe I am not alone in this sinking, deep dark feeling, where not even the vicious isolating lies thrown at me by my own head can penetrate community. It always comes back to community, with me. Community and love- are synonymous, in my mind. I've always been a little stuck in the past. You can't rose tint the present, as blurry as nowsight is. I think a lot about how my middle school English teacher yelled at me, over and over again, for doodling in the margins, but would send me back to my seat to redo it without telling me that that was what she had an issue with. I would stare at my paper and doodle more while I fruitlessly searched for something else to fix. I often make things worse. The end of the year also brings about a fictitious end. Thank god, it's over, a new beginning, happy new year, resolutions, 2016 was terrible, can't wait for 2018, oh thank god 2019 is over. Here's to 2024.