Strangers In A Tangled Wilderness
Sep 1, 2026 · 57 min · 10 segments
# Episode Summary This time on Strangers we have our August feature, *Diva Down*, a short story by our own Io Asunder about the revolutionary potential of someone who has been conscripted. Read…
Io AsunderGuest
Edmund ErwinHostNarrated by Reely and published by Strangers in a Tangled Wilderness.
Diva Down is a story about the revolutionary potential of a gay guy with two grenades.
About the author.
Iowa Sunder is God's favorite mistake.
If you must find them, they can be found at bum.lung. We're gonna shred you, faggot.
Oh, a homophobic mercenary.
How original.
This was all Pierce could think of to spit back before the door slammed, and it was just him and the idling engine.
Great fucking figures.
One misplaced foot and you're dead.
What was that fanny pack even there for? It was thoroughfare.
He'd never been in that part of the base before, let alone at a full sprint.
Corny fucking scum fucks just leave their tactical fanny packs just laying around just out for anyone to trip on? Pierce wasn't sure that's what did it.
In all the excitement, he may have tripped over his own legs.
He was flying down that lane and the nerves crowded out the feeling of the ground beneath him.
Some earth-toned pack that had fallen into the road was fate enough to blame.
He wouldn't go through this blaming himself.
They can't take this from him too.
He would meet his end thinking he was da man.
He was determined.
Well, they fucking got me now, I guess, he said, sing-songingly aloud in the sealed cab, waiting for them to take him from here to somewhere else, and put him through one of the worst deaths they could deal up.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, oh, fuck, shit, fuck, no, no, no, no.
The dropout was so close.
He could see the boat.
He was almost there.
Narrated by Reely and published by Strangers in a Tangled Wilderness.
Diva Down is a story about the revolutionary potential of a gay guy with two grenades.
About the author.
Iowa Sunder is God's favorite mistake.
If you must find them, they can be found at bum.lung. We're gonna shred you, faggot.
Oh, a homophobic mercenary.
How original.
This was all Pierce could think of to spit back before the door slammed, and it was just him and the idling engine.
Great fucking figures.
One misplaced foot and you're dead.
What was that fanny pack even there for? It was thoroughfare.
He'd never been in that part of the base before, let alone at a full sprint.
Corny fucking scum fucks just leave their tactical fanny packs just laying around just out for anyone to trip on? Pierce wasn't sure that's what did it.
In all the excitement, he may have tripped over his own legs.
He was flying down that lane and the nerves crowded out the feeling of the ground beneath him.
Some earth-toned pack that had fallen into the road was fate enough to blame.
He wouldn't go through this blaming himself.
They can't take this from him too.
He would meet his end thinking he was da man.
He was determined.
Well, they fucking got me now, I guess, he said, sing-songingly aloud in the sealed cab, waiting for them to take him from here to somewhere else, and put him through one of the worst deaths they could deal up.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, oh, fuck, shit, fuck, no, no, no, no.
The dropout was so close.
He could see the boat.
He was almost there.
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