Episode 110: No one likes to hang out with Cyclops

Loop #41436. It is the 41st Millennium. For more than a hundred centuries, Imperious Gladius Raffy has sat on a throne of his own Kingdom beyond the Warp. He is the Master of Ungga by the will of the Bunggas, and master of a million worlds by the might of his inexhaustible armies. But every powerful being has their secrets. Every red moon, the Imperious Gladius travel to the edge of the universe where a derelict space hulk called The Good Trades Brigade slumber into the silence of space. There he congregates with Emile, Primarch of the Waifus along with Miguel, Grand Ecclesiarch of the Cheesyarchy (?). This peculiar contingent decide upon the fate of the universe.

To be a man in such times is to be one amongst untold billions. It is to live in the cruelest and most bloody regime imaginable. These are the tales of those times. And in the infinite grim darkness of the 41st millennia, there is only Trades. And everyone takes damage.

Oh and we also played Marvel SNAP. This is Good Trades 110.

Intro Track by Simpsonhill youtu.be/hLOs8o0Jb_w

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