Breaker Whiskey Early Access

To Neptune. Please visit breakerwhiskey.com for more information or to send a message to Whiskey's radio. Breaker Whiskey is an Atypical Artists production created by Lauren Shippen.If you'd like to send Whiskey a message, click here.--[TRANSCRIPT]Hey, Neptune - I need so much more information. What do you mean we got to almost every planet? What do you mean, everybody vanished? What do you- what do you mean that you're away from Earth? Are you- are you radioing from another planet? Are you on drugs? I mean, I want to believe that we are telling me is real. But I need so much more detail. But even if you're just somebody having a laugh at me, I know that tonight I'm going to be looking up at the stars and wondering if somebody is out there, like, truly out there. I mean, can you imagine being able to look out at the sky and knowing that there are people above your head? That would be...I hope that there is a timeline out there in which that happens. I hope that that happens in the future, I hope- I just hope we get out there. How extraordinary that would be. So please, if you're not messing around with me, tell me more.

If you'd like to send Whiskey a message, click here.Thank you for supporting Atypical Artists! [TRANSCRIPT]Got another morse code message so if this is you, I hope I translated it right. Though, by this point, I think I've got it down. "Although this political and social timeline is bashing the guardrails, threatening to jump the tracks at every moment....This timeline for me personally is better than I deserve. I'm not certain whether it's my wife, my kids, my broader family, or good friends - but someone has earned a forked instance of this universe that brings me joy on the regular, and for which I experience tremendous gratitude."

If you'd like to send Whiskey a message, click here.Thank you for supporting Atypical Artists! [TRANSCRIPT]Gratitude. What a. ..what a difficult word. I'm having one of those days where it's a little bit hard to be grateful to be where I am, to be alive in this empty, endless existence. I keep thinking back to what Birdie said, what I think Birdie said, and how maybe there's a way to fix this, to get out of this, to get back, to make the right decision to to merge things. And there's just too many possibilities. There's too many roads to take that could be right. And I could spend the rest of eternity trying to find the right one. And I just, I don't know that I have the energy. But what you said, that idea that maybe someone else did something to give you the universe that you live in now, the one that's good and happy and full of people that you love. That's comforting. So thank you. And I, I hope whatever universe I left, whatever branching timeline I left behind in my wake, I hope it's good for someone.

Thank you for supporting Atypical Artists! If you'd like to send Whiskey a message, click here.--[TRANSCRIPT]Hello Whiskey. You’re going to get sick of hearing my voice if this keeps up. Or… our voice, I guess? I’m not Red, nor am I Scarlet. Keeping on theme, you can call me Rosy. Not like the flower, but like when your cheeks get rosy in the cold. We don’t have any more roses. Not here, anyway. They’d get smothered under all this snow. I hope it’s warmer where you are. I mean it would have to be, your car wouldn’t work if it was this cold. That’s why we have to walk everywhere. Well, snowshoe. And not… ‘we’. My group does the walking. I stay and mind the fire, while they go out and hunt, forage, chop wood. I get… I think Doc called it ‘Cold-induced… Brontospasms? I don’t think that’s right, but it’s close. My lungs don’t work well in the cold. Which is… inconvenient to say the least. The journey here was… rough. But because of that, it means I’m almost always the one to stay behind and tend to the fire. Plus Walt really doesn’t trust me with an axe with my missing fingers. Frostbite’s a bitch. I don’t mind staying behind. It’s… actually kind of nice, having the place to myself, every now and then. It’s funny, I left an empty bunker six years ago to try and find people, and I succeeded… but there are still some times that I… miss the solitude. We’re all over each other here, have to sleep huddled up for warmth. You always wake up in someone else’s armpit. And they’re loud. The snoring, the way they laugh, the way they argue. We used to listen to your broadcasts when they were more regular, and I think that was the only time of day that everyone was quiet. All listening to you. It was… it was really nice. Those nights didn’t feel as cold. You brought warmth to our little group. I miss that. I know you… you wanted your life to be your own again, to not be married to a radio, I get that. I still miss it, that’s all. Without you, we’ve had to resort to other methods of entertainment, which… well, I don’t know if you’ve ever tried to play Crazy Eights with a few missing digits, but… anyway. Sometimes Xue reads for us, but a lot of the guys don’t have the patience for it. And they get sick of hearing the same stories over and over. We’ve got limited books. It isn’t perfect, here, I won’t lie. We’re cold, and we’re hungry. And we snap at each other a lot. But… we’re other people. And if you have a hunger for that… well, you can always come and find us. I don’t know our exact location, just the rough journey I took here, some of the place names. Erie. Sunflower. Newcastle. Four Corners. Just… keep going north until you find a whole lot of nothing. That’s where I’ll be. Or… I am in my universe, at least. Hopefully if you head there, there’s something in yours, too. Just… remember to pack to your mittens.

Thank you for supporting Atypical Artists! If you'd like to send Whiskey a message, click here.--[TRANSCRIPT]Hey, Rosy. God, I can't believe how many of you there are out there. And how many of you have found my frequency enough to hear me, to hear each other, to respond? It makes me wonder, what is she doing? You know, what is my other self doing as she's not reaching out? Other selves, whatever. I mean, maybe this is the only universe in which I have a CB radio at all, but I doubt that. I'm sorry it's so cold where you are and that your body doesn't like it. But I have to say I'm jealous. Even if you're cold and hungry and snap at each other, I do want other people still. Where we are now is warm, maybe a little bit too warm, but I think it should cool down here in the next couple of weeks. We've been here...um, we've been here for a little while, we had..we had a bit of a- a- a scare, um, a couple of- of months ago and- and Well, it made us want to kind of hunker down somewhere that we could defend. Um, and we've been doing that and it's been okay. I mean, it's beautiful here, but. It doesn't really feel that safe. The world in general doesn't feel that safe. And it's not just Junior, either. I mean, he's still out there. Still looking, I think, but... I circled back. Um, that's what happened a couple months ago. I'd left something at one of the places we'd been staying at for about a week and we weren't that far. I figured it wouldn't hurt to Go back and grab it and when I got there someone else had been there. Someone else had clearly been following us. Maybe not enough to catch up to us, but enough to know where we were. I don't know if it's the transmissions or what, but there's someone out there. Whether it's Junior or someone else, I'm a little bit scared to ask. Or to wait. Or to say that I'll meet them somewhere because well, the world just doesn't feel safe.

From PasserineAtypical Artists production created by Lauren Shippen.Thank you so much for supporting Atypical Artists! If you'd like to send Whiskey a message, click here.--[TRANSCRIPT]"Breaker breaker. This is Passerine calling back to Whiskey. You got the name right. I caught your response a little late, honestly just pure luck that I went to check my radio. I couldn't believe it when I heard you reading out my message. Felt a bit like a dream.As someone who's lost people, I know how much apologies mean little. So, I'll just say I get it. For me, I recently lost a family member, and we were going through their clothes, trying to figure out what to keep and what to give away. It's amazing how much of someone you can find in their clothes, the colours they picked out, the brands they stick to. My person, she loved colour and animals. She volunteered with a whole bunch of different organisations and kept the polo shirts from each one. It was wonderful. And it hurt like hell, because I'd see a jacket I remembered her wearing, and I realised she'd never wear it again. She'd never add another patch to her jacket covered in all the places she'd went. And thinking about losing her just makes me think of all the people you stand to lose in life. Made me terrified about all the clothes and possessions I was going to have to go through in my life, all the memories I was going to have to fold and put into a box, like it was that easy,To cut my ramble short, I understand you. And you are always welcome to respond in this way. The darkness is never as warm as you think it will be.You mentioned not knowing things about me, and well, like you, I'm a little cautious about letting big details slip. But, I'm happy to make a little trade, to keep things fair.My favourite colour is blue, specifically the way the ocean looks from a cliff on the beach on a sunny day. I once nearly concussed myself when ice-skating. In just two weeks, I'm upending my whole life and heading off into the unknown. Not a bad unknown, but just a different one. Maybe I'll be able to give you an update on that later. I love the sound of rain, and the waves, the scratch of a pencil when you're writing a story. I'm a writer, which is my only excuse for how long this message will probably be. My hair is short, and no one can agree on whether it's dark blonde or brown. That's all I can think of for now. Thank you for your promise, I'm holding you to it. And I'll keep up my end over here. No more sinking into dark corners for me.By the way, a passerine is actually a category of birds, passerines make up over half of all bird species. Big bird fan over here, but I also picked it as my name because it's the title of a song that wasn't yet released in your timeline.This has been Passerine, out for now."