Show Notes
Hey folks! Today on the feed we’re featuring The Sprouting. It’s an actual play podcast from our friends at Blighthouse Studios.
The Sprouting is an eldritch horror set in an apocalyptic future where plants have taken over, magical bargains twist the fabric of reality and each survivor struggles to trust their own senses as they try to see their goals through to their ends.
The cast uses the rules of Call of Cthulhu, with Pulp Cthulhu influences, to heighten the drama of our story and leave the fate of the story at the whims of the dice. In additional to original scoring, the show also features immersive ambience for the scenes. We get to hear the plants rushing towards our new companions.
Just search for The Sprouting anywhere you listen to podcasts.
Enjoy!
Apologies for our delay in getting you new episodes of Someone Just Like You. We’re currently going through some things in life that are demanding our attention. And unfortunately, we don’t currently have any new episodes ready to go for you. BUT, don’t worry, this hiatus won’t be too long. We’re just taking a few months off so we can hit the ground running strong this Fall. So no new episodes right now, but new episodes will begin again in August!
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Dear listener,
Welcome back to The Cradle. Meet our trio of heroes as they meet new friends, negotiate with potential enemies and deal with the heartache of family. As they navigate this eldritch plant strewn world, what horrors might they encounter?
I guess you're about to find out.
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More from Someone Just Like You: Horror Stories
Hey folks! Today on the feed we’re featuring The Lucky Die. It’s an actual play podcast from our friends at Blighthouse Studios.
I could barely breathe, like I was choking on the darkness. My buddy was having a panic attack. But I did what I’d been told to do; to stop, listen, look. Lady Bluebell would take me home. And I swear, not only did I hear that bell – I saw her.
Inside was a dark, cavernous room. The smooth walls and rectangular shape looked like a traditional basement – but it had a rotten, swamp-like stench to it. In the center was a table. One leg was bent and broken. There was a sheet of paper in the middle.
The terrible weight of the mountain above him, the white snow shrouding the black mountain, the stale wet air in the tunnel, all pressed down inexorably upon him in the dark. He felt strangely sad, he felt lost, he felt dizzy. He sank like a slow stone in a cold well.
I’m saying… maybe take it easy on that medicine you’re drinking over there. And maybe think about reconsidering that offer, if you know what’s good for you.