There was something disturbingly familiar about the episode before me. The description was all pretty fonts. "You are in a Podcast, Bastard Sword." The truth was a burning green crack through my brain. Listener analytics hanging in the air, glimpsed out of the corner of my eye. Endless repetition of the act of recording, time slowing down as I fumbled for the right words. The paranoid feel of someone editing my every sentence. I was in a podcast. Funny as hell, it was the most horrible thing I could think of. Support Bastard Sword by contributing to their tip jar: https://tips.pinecast.com/jar/bastard-sword