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44 and 45!
15 years ago
Neglected to announce when 44 went up, but it's there, and so is our new episode 45 finally (we had guests take over our studio, so K-Tech couldn't get to the editing until late in the week). It's an hour with 
foozzzball the HacksawRat as we go through the following piece of prose sent in by 
kandrel. Read through it and then listen to the episode as we discuss what we would change, and why.
http://www.kyellgold.com/kkcast/unsheathed.rss or find us with our spiffy new icon on iTunes!
People from outside the tribelands feared its sharp angles and perilous
heights, deadly jungles with creatures only whispered about since
prehistoric times, and endless plains with not a drop of exposed water to be
found. They avoided it like a black mark on the maps, merchants and traders
making half-a-thousand mile detours around its perimeter. At least one
civilization, near the northern rim, had made a practice of banishing
unwanteds into the tribelands, with three days worth of food and water, a
knife, and their wits to accompany them.
People from inside the tribelands feared the outside world as desperately as
the foreigners feared the tribes. Layered in generations of ritual and
ceremony, their terror of the outside world was enshrined in their beads and
feathers and the dances they danced around the fires at night, like the one
that looked like a chicken but was supposed to be an eagle. They worshipped
everything within their microcosm of the world just as fervently as they
didn't worship anything from the outside. At least one tribe, who lived
along the northern face of the labyrinth, thought that the sun and moon
shone only on the Tribelands, and every once in a while, a poor, untutored
soul would wander in from the outside, with three days worth of food and
water, a knife, and a dazzled look on their face like they were seeing the
sun and moon for the first time. The tribe would take them in, nurture
them, teach them the stories of father sun and daughter moon, then free
their soul to fly with the stars (who also shone only on the Tribelands) by
throwing them bodily from the top of a special plateau.
If the outside world and inside tribes ever bothered to meet, they would
agree on only one thing, and that would be that they should never meet
again.
foozzzball the HacksawRat as we go through the following piece of prose sent in by 
kandrel. Read through it and then listen to the episode as we discuss what we would change, and why.http://www.kyellgold.com/kkcast/unsheathed.rss or find us with our spiffy new icon on iTunes!
People from outside the tribelands feared its sharp angles and perilous
heights, deadly jungles with creatures only whispered about since
prehistoric times, and endless plains with not a drop of exposed water to be
found. They avoided it like a black mark on the maps, merchants and traders
making half-a-thousand mile detours around its perimeter. At least one
civilization, near the northern rim, had made a practice of banishing
unwanteds into the tribelands, with three days worth of food and water, a
knife, and their wits to accompany them.
People from inside the tribelands feared the outside world as desperately as
the foreigners feared the tribes. Layered in generations of ritual and
ceremony, their terror of the outside world was enshrined in their beads and
feathers and the dances they danced around the fires at night, like the one
that looked like a chicken but was supposed to be an eagle. They worshipped
everything within their microcosm of the world just as fervently as they
didn't worship anything from the outside. At least one tribe, who lived
along the northern face of the labyrinth, thought that the sun and moon
shone only on the Tribelands, and every once in a while, a poor, untutored
soul would wander in from the outside, with three days worth of food and
water, a knife, and a dazzled look on their face like they were seeing the
sun and moon for the first time. The tribe would take them in, nurture
them, teach them the stories of father sun and daughter moon, then free
their soul to fly with the stars (who also shone only on the Tribelands) by
throwing them bodily from the top of a special plateau.
If the outside world and inside tribes ever bothered to meet, they would
agree on only one thing, and that would be that they should never meet
again.
Looks like it.