Sep 11, 2026 · 4 hr 1 min · 12 segments
Welcome to Salisbury. A Three World Empire planet designated for survival and endurance training of the elite Royal Marine Commandos. You’re not them. You’re part of The Royal Engineers training…
And we are playing a cinematic scenario that I've written for conventions.
I've run this at a few places.
It's called The Bimble.
And should we just crack on? Should we just find out what's going on? So what's the story, Mother? Welcome to Salisbury, a three-world empire training planet designated for survival.
You're part of the Royal Engineering Training and Recalibration Platoon.
After the lads from the RMC have passed through, you're there to reset supply caches and rebuild the training zones.
The team you're on is affectionately known as Bimble Section.
It's shitty work, but at least the Ruperts leave you alone.
You're three weeks into the Bimble, a six-week-long, 1,000-mile trek across the main continent.
You're readying the course for the next set of training.
And if you don't get to the end of the running time, you'll have some very aggressive Royal Marine commandos on your arse as they set up for their next live firing exercise.
You have nothing to worry about though.
You and your crew are roughly four days ahead of schedule and you should have plenty of time at the rendezvous for some of the beers you know Jonesy always has stashed in his pack.
And that's where we are, uh, walking across Salisbury, carting along with us, all of the sexual munitions, um, different bits of spray concrete or whatever else the three-wheeled empire.
has for their um training ready to repair bridges or put together uh houses and things that commandos have been fighting in and we have with us um something called a mule and if we think of this in terms of like boston dynamics weird dog walking thing that we just pile all our crap on and don't have to um sort of hump it.
We do have our own packs, though, as Jonesy was very precious of.
There are also two other folks with us, and these are the two other men that make up our six-man platoon.
We have Willard, who he is sort of attached to your section.
He is, as he continually reminds you, a real soldier.
None of this nerd stuff.
He did his proper training for the infantry.
He's done his proper rifleman training.
He's not half arsonist, he's a real soldier.
And we are playing a cinematic scenario that I've written for conventions.
I've run this at a few places.
It's called The Bimble.
And should we just crack on? Should we just find out what's going on? So what's the story, Mother? Welcome to Salisbury, a three-world empire training planet designated for survival.
You're part of the Royal Engineering Training and Recalibration Platoon.
After the lads from the RMC have passed through, you're there to reset supply caches and rebuild the training zones.
The team you're on is affectionately known as Bimble Section.
It's shitty work, but at least the Ruperts leave you alone.
You're three weeks into the Bimble, a six-week-long, 1,000-mile trek across the main continent.
You're readying the course for the next set of training.
And if you don't get to the end of the running time, you'll have some very aggressive Royal Marine commandos on your arse as they set up for their next live firing exercise.
You have nothing to worry about though.
You and your crew are roughly four days ahead of schedule and you should have plenty of time at the rendezvous for some of the beers you know Jonesy always has stashed in his pack.
And that's where we are, uh, walking across Salisbury, carting along with us, all of the sexual munitions, um, different bits of spray concrete or whatever else the three-wheeled empire.
has for their um training ready to repair bridges or put together uh houses and things that commandos have been fighting in and we have with us um something called a mule and if we think of this in terms of like boston dynamics weird dog walking thing that we just pile all our crap on and don't have to um sort of hump it.
We do have our own packs, though, as Jonesy was very precious of.
There are also two other folks with us, and these are the two other men that make up our six-man platoon.
We have Willard, who he is sort of attached to your section.
He is, as he continually reminds you, a real soldier.
None of this nerd stuff.
He did his proper training for the infantry.
He's done his proper rifleman training.
He's not half arsonist, he's a real soldier.
The rest of this transcript — segmented and speaker-labeled, so you land on the exact moment something was said
Search every transcript — by keyword, by phrase, or by meaning, across every show Radar indexes
Trends — what is surging across podcasts, measured against its own baseline
Alerts — when a name you follow appears in a newly indexed episode
No account is needed to search Radar.
