Show Notes
It’s Christmas Day, and Carpasinus has come up from Hell to give our band of demons a seemingly impossible task. After blowing off some steam on the carousel, Misroch investigates an imposter in Wiener World, while Xaphan- Oh shit. What happened to Xaphan?? Written, Directed and Produced by Kristen DiMercurio. Co-written by Talia Rochmann and Mark Wolf Roberts. Production Consulting by Julia Schifini. Executive Produced by Mischa Stanton. Sound designed by Jeffrey Nils Gardner. Recorded by Jared Paul and James Schoen. Featuring Elliot Gindi as Misroch, Isa Braun as Xaphan, Susannah Wilson as Belzagor, Mark Wolf Roberts as Asmoraius, Christopher Trindade as Carpasinus and Trent, Regina Russell as Trainee, Sheldon Brown as Hornblas, Kristen DiMercurio as Mall Announcements, along with Jeffrey Nils Gardner Theme music by FM Buller. Show art by Talia Rochmann. A product of the Whisperforge: Sound and Story, Brought to Life See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.
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