This afternoon the Mite and I met with some so-called fans of Nostrum, and I have to admit that, as a result, the Lad is now in a state of permanent depression. First of all, they raved about all these stories from E1 that, to be honest, neither of us remembered. All right. We're getting old. We could deal with that. But as the session wore on, then they started complaining about the episodes they didn't like. It seems as if the Don's funeral, which went on for about twenty episodes, was beyond the pale. And also they hated whenever we'd discuss something like the Social Contract.
Jeesh.
The thing is, we wrote this stuff keeping in mind the person who wasn't already a part of the debate universe. There's this thing called exposition: maybe you've heard of it?
Anyhow, new rule. No more meeting with the fans. It turns out they aren't fans at all, but vipers lying in wait. I'm almost reluctant to let them have the episode 10 (audio pdf), the ingratess!
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