I gotcha, Belter, and I'm dreadful sorry about the lag in comms. Turns out between writing out new goodies for the game and the various steps of production that have to happen before fulfillment, there's precious little time to drawl into a microphone for y'all. That and there for a solid three months I couldn't go a sentence without breaking into a fit of coughing. Got the chrome-lung something fierce. But I'm on the mend, and I swear by all the turning dark that I'm working on it.
Manuscript's so dern long that I think I owe you a double episode.
Then we'll try and settle back into the easy rhythm of one wave per cycle. Appreciate you carin', Belter. That there brings a smile to old Chariot's heart and no mistake.
Stay tuned, y'hear? Chariot out.