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I think lore was a strong word but there used to be this podcast called Roundtable that was somewhat infamous for being shit stirring and obnoxious that officially ended after Kevin Barnett passed but-- Ryland was friends with a bunch of the recurring hosts on Roundtable because he went to college in Florida with Holden McNeely and Ed Larson and a few other I think. This is niche celebrity shit but I used to love Roundtable and I still love Page 7 which is Holden's "new" show and Ryland occasionally gets a mention on there

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And this is what happens when I can't sleep...you get rotg fanfic yay.....I just want to sleep....TT-TT  Sooo This is a conversation with my oc All-Hallows'-eve. The boy is older Jamie and the girl is older Sophie. This is the first time they meet her. It's still kind of crappy, so I'm sorry DX. Jammie starts off the conversation btw.      "So why are you dressed like a Grim Reaper?" He asked, pointing at my clothes.      "Where do you think humans came up with the Grim Reaper?" I countered sarcastically. "but..." The boy started. "Humans did not come up with the Grim Reaper idea on their own. Look before I was called Halloween I was known as All-Hallows eve. I have been around for many many centuries. And through out history I have been "The collector of the dead". Each century brings about new "me's". I was the ferry man to carry the dead to the underworld, a fairy, a bad omen, the Grim Reaper, and so on and so forth." I take a step toward the tree. "However the view of me, this day, have never changed. All I do is guide the dead to the after life on All-Hallows-eve. It is the day that the veil between the living and dead is the thinnest.  It doesn't matter if Hallows eve has become some holiday for children to collect treats or delinquents to pull pranks. As long as people continue to acknowledge Halloween I shall continue to show wandering souls the way." I touch the tree-my tree-waiting to see if it will show me a lost soul. "So everyone can see you?" Jack Frost asks. I pounded his question. Without turning around I answer him. "No." I look over my shoulder to see his reaction. He looks confused. "I haven't tested it but it seems that only those who celebrate Halloween or All-Hallows-eve can see me." He nods once to show he understands. "Is that your only job? It seems kind of sad and lonely..." The girl speaks for the first time. Her blonde hair hides almost half her face but I can still tell she is frowning. "It is not my only job. I also do as the man on the moon asks of me." I turn back around to face them again. Jack snaps his head up and takes a step toward me. "What else does he ask of you?" He quickly questions. I sigh, this conversation is getting tedious. "I make sure some souls do not leave the body." I look pointedly at him. Now all of their faces hold looks of confusion. "So that means you can keep souls in bodies...?" The boy asks. "Yes. However not just a soul can stay. Only special ones." Again I look straight at Jack. "What....does that mean...?" Jack asks taking another step forward. "I am there when the man on the moon makes another....Spirit. Another one of....us." I turn around to face jack completely. "I was there when you were reborn Jack Frost. To make sure your soul didn't wander off." I stopped talking to let it all sink in.