The Forever DMs

The plague is over, but for our folks back on Yggdrasil, there's work to be done and live to be saved. Ashe is at the peak of his game, Alistair has a bad book choice, and Hoon knows something is afoot with Connie. You'll come back and laugh at that last one after you listen to this special epilogue edition of The Forever DMs!

What is the purpose of time if it is not to countdown towards it's own end?What is the purpose of space for it not to measure how far it can go before it can no longer expand?What is the purpose of those random buckles that hang from backpacks?Join us in the thrilling conclusion of this Forever DM's arc, Sins of the Past, where our heroes discover the true identity of the one behind it all, and are forced to overcome all odds that have been stacked against them.

Back again baby! The crew finally reaches their destination, a dreadful tower that continues to scream "tacky". What will be discovered within, and who will park Charon? Find out in this episode of The Forever DMs!

Welcome back to another thrilling episode of the Forever DMs! In this episode, we return once again to Willow, Fred, and Dr. Natasha. Will our heroes be able to survive long enough to receive update from Yggdrasil? Or will they be buried beneath these sands with untold dangers, dooming the multiverse? Find out on this episode of The Forever DMs!

Returning our sights back on Yggdrasil, the remaining survivors tend to their tree in need, doing damage control, and learning new vital information that if not shared with the ground team, will lead to utter disaster. Follow Ashe, Alistair, and Hoon as they deal with new realizations, and old problems come anew. Join us this episode on The Forever DMs!

Flying Tortle Man- By The DockettesIn a town not far away,Lived a tortle who loved to play.But not on land or in the sea,This tortle soared, wild and free.He's a flying tortle man,With a shell like a glider's plan.Up in the sky, he takes command,Flying high, across the land.With wings stretched wide, he'd take flight,Underneath the stars at night.People marveled at the sight,Of this tortle taking flight.He's a flying tortle man,With a shell like a glider's plan.Up in the sky, he takes command,Flying high, across the land.Through clouds and over hills he'd roam,In the sky, he found his home.With every flap of his wings so grand,He'd soar above the promised land.He's a flying tortle man,With a shell like a glider's plan.Up in the sky, he takes command,Flying high, across the land.So if you're feeling down and blue,Look up high, he might pass through.A flying tortle, quite the sight to see,Bringing joy and wonder, soaring free.