Breaker Whiskey Early Access

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]Dear Whiskey,You were wondering once what humanity could accomplish had they more time to explore the stars. Well, I know. We got to all the planets in the solar system, well almost all of them. On the last trip everyone vanished, now I’m in perpetual motion, forever getting farther from Earth.You can call me by the one planet I never got to see, Neptune.

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.

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."

To 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]Hey, Passerine, it's, it's really good to hear from you again. Um, I'm really, really sorry about your loss. Well, I guess you and I have a mutual understanding club going on because I- I get you too. And, uh, thank you for the facts about yourself. I like the way that you described blue. I think I know exactly what color you mean and yeah, that's a good one. And I hope whatever unknown you were heading into is ultimately really, really good. No matter how different it is. And in the spirit of a trade for a trade, um, let's see, something you might not know about me already. I love Charleston Chews. I think they're the best candy. They're simple. They're perfect. They're so big, you know? You're not getting a candy bar that's...you're gonna eat in three bites. I haven't had a Charleston Chew in a while, but I love them. I love the smell of dirt. Like, The soil that you can smell on a farm, that kind of, like, slightly metallic, slightly manure-y smell? Reminds me of driving with the windows down as a kid. And I once got concussed falling out of a tree. And you might think, oh, well, you know, kids climb up trees all the time and get injured. But, um, I was seventeen So, a little bit more embarrassing. But thanks, Passerine, for sharing a bit about you. And I, I hope to hear more from you soon.

A message from KentuckyThank you so much for supporting Atypical Artists!--[TRANSCRIPT]Hey there, Whiskey. Oh, a while ago my partner sent you a message that said, I still don't know where Kentucky is, and, well, you'll be glad to know, but we finally found it. It's beside Delaware. Let me start over. I've been driving these roads since before I was even tall enough to reach the pedals on my dad's big rig, so I knew where Kentucky was supposed to be. I knew where all the states were supposed to be. That they just aren't there anymore. I mean, they're still there, as in they still exist, but they're not where they're supposed to be. It's like... Someone picked up the pieces of the jigsaw puzzle and shoved them all back in different spots. Kentucky was the first one we noticed. I was driving south out of Ohio, and as soon as we crossed the border, What should have been the border between Ohio and Kentucky. We found ourselves instead in Tennessee. Now, I chalked it up to a particularly dramatic case of highway hypnosis, or Up to the fact that the drive through Kentucky is just that unmemorable. But then it kept happening. I'd be going north out of Missouri and find myself in South Dakota. I'd head east out of Utah. And end up in Oregon. South from Michigan? I ended up in Maine. Making a map of the changes was pretty much useless, since the landscape seemed to keep shifting. Now, some things stayed consistent. Oklahoma stayed attached to Kansas, although maybe a little too attached. Took two weeks of driving in every direction before we finally got out. California's still along the coast, and I guess the locals won't give up the beach for anything. I admit in half of Michigan never seems to move, but the Upper Peninsula wanders from time to time. Last month I found it in the middle of Montana. Don't. Asked me how I could tell the difference. And Nebraska? Well, I don't think anybody would notice if Nebraska moved anyway. So we're left to just wander the country, I guess. Kinda like you. Try to keep to a route and track where things are moving. See if there's any pattern. My better half is a knack for these kinds of things, but so far even they're stumped. So we just have to celebrate the small victories, I guess. This is a pretty good one. This morning, we finally found Kentucky. Like I said, it's beside Delaware. Problem is that now we have no idea where the fuck Delaware is.