THE MAGNUS ARCHIVES  

Without capitalism, housing would still be scarce and finite.

This made me kaugh so hard 😂😂😂😂

And why is that? It is thanks to capitalism you are listening to this podcast. And housing prices are high because of government restrictions on developers. With all due respect.

@@Shemagh4 doesnt mean we cant dislike the negative side affects

​@@Shemagh4it's thanks to the creators of this show, actually. they didn't do the risky venture of creating a podcast because they wanted to be rich, they created it because they wanted to tell a story and connect with people.

I would fukin die

also known as: welcome to alcohol poisoning

Alternatively, take a shot whenever cobwebs come up.

How about a sip?

Well as a drinking game thats going to be pretty boring only until you get into seasons 4 and 5

I think without the recorder he would have been lost. And I like to think about the tape like an extension of John. In the previous seasons, talking to the tapes was basicly talking to John and everyone knew that. Because John listen to all the tapes. Even last season when Martin was with the Lonely he kept using the tapes to tell things to John. So yeah, basicly I think John's connection to the tapes was what was needing be Martin to be strong enough to keep existing. (Did I talk too much. I have feelings. Lots of them)

I’m now imagining Martin just has a tape recorder on a lead and is taking it for a walk as the sky stares at him and people suffer

@@yumiendercat3685 that's so weirdly wholesome and cute

@@yumiendercat3685 I will f*cking draw that

@@NerveUnderscore Please share it! I'd love to see it!

Please let me out of the dementia ward, I'm not a suppose to be here vibes.

It's the most relatable to those of us living in the Lonely

I'M HUGGING YOU SO HARD RIGHT NOW MARTIN!!😢

It also means he had a crush on Jon since pretty much day 1 and it's sweet but also hurts because it likely started because Jon's treatment of him was similar to his mother's and he interpreted it as the way he should be treated by loved ones. God I'm glad Jon got softer with him.

@@rorygiambalvo2955 Oh damn, I didn't consider that! Yes, I'm glad Jon shaped up about that.

​@@rorygiambalvo2955:') Ty for pointing that out, even if it's really sad

I need to hear it Ever since the little tease of audio from the Season 2 ending i have had a craving for Martin poetry

@@karenlinares7541 It's released now, coincidentally.

@@miette4918 Yeah ! There's a short anthology on Acast

ikr when he asked if we'd like to hear poetry i practically screamed YES, I WOULD. I VERY MUCH WOULD.

Gamzee

This domain probably would have been Peter,s

Yeah!! I know this is like a year late but this episode is one of the few that's made me cry, Alex did such a good job.

wow, that's impressive! really says something about just how good the acting is

"im in love, i won't forget that" bro i- when i tell you my heart melted

I mean Love can push you to do so many things like overcoming great fear

Just you wait, at the series finally, they are going to have a dramatic anime fight scene and realise love is the power that defeats all.

Same for me. It's unsettling how good this episode describes the feeling I have during more depressive episodes.

Absolutely. Sometimes you are just so sad, afraid and tired that you prefer disappeared and insolation feels safer.

And yet the ending is exactly what we need! It's important to keep telling truth we know because people can't reach us if we don't make ourself reachable. So hung tight, try not to drown, and cry for help as loud as you can.

oh yeah definitely. it's also what made the ending of the episode so much more powerful

Right. Easier, I don't feel like "better" is really the right word for it. Man am I glad I had friends to push me out of that zone because I don't think I would have left it otherwise

Jon would never leave Martin!!!!!

Yeah there was a point near the end where tensions between Martin and Jon were rising that I thought smth like that was gonna happen eventually, glad it didn’t though

@@nyxcat3621just saying, don't listen to mag 200

I KNOW OMFG

This one made me sob at some points. I deal these things (especially loneliness and the feeling that nobody cares for me), so it hit home for me

@@panickypatchwork8863 I feel you there. It's been pretty bad of late too so I wasn't sure I could even listen to the episode.

Yeah me too low ley made me spiral jesus christ, the way I can relate to Martin and the way his character is so well written is just astounding not to mention the entire structural setting of the video adds to everything honetsly

This really broke me when he forgot John's name the third time

there were such theories? wow

@@Ria-rg9jm This is the first time I'm Hearing about them as well. I'm confused because Martin is basically the only character I always trusted to be on the "good" side. Then again, having him turn out to be evil is exactly the thing this podcast would do to me.

@@Ria-rg9jm I try to avoid looking into theories, but I heard some theory about Martin secretly belonging to the Spider. Luckily, that seems impossible now; not just with this episode, but with other things we see in the fearscape in later episodes (though I personally suspect we haven't seen the last of Annabelle Caine)

so, martin _isnt_ bad?

@@DerMoerpler yeah martin's the only one i've fully trusted the entire time (i mean, not counting being manipulated)

Daisy Mae Lets bottom up those Caprisuns 😔😔😢

cheers

@@immapoisonyou5218 caprisads

Yes, just yes

Ok but, there's the sound of Elias' clock. So, maybe it's Elias' office but smells like that to cover the smell of brutal pipe murder

@@tiredcatman7381i think the lonely is just mashing up all his trauma places to make a giant depression cocktail

Do you mean the cannibal or the divers?

Same. The first episode that made me sob. Ouch.

We're all with you. 💚

Me too, even two years later

Same

It is fitting, really. This was always the entity that had the strongest grip on Martin by a long shot, as Peter easily spotted. Though we found out recently he doesn't care much for the Desolation either ^^

Part of what does it for me is the victim blaming Martin does when he thinks about his mum, that's some real-life trauma built into a regular fear domain. We've known since s2 that his home life was difficult because of her illness, but the arson scene and this episode really solidify that he lived through straight up child abuse that continued until his 30s and only stopped when she died. Yet at the end of this episode, he still got back up and pressed forward. This man is my hero.

This is an incredibly well made episode, Rusty Quill. I think it might be my favorite, the way it hits so.. Close to home.

probably would have visited them more if they hadn't abused me my whole life but it did indeed still make me feel guilty even if all those chances to go be hurt more are behind me now. they'd love knowing i still sometimes feel guilty. they loved seeing it when they were alive, why would that have changed? THAT aside though, goddamn. i'm nearing the end of my first go-through of this series and this is far and away one of the best episodes in a catalogue of pretty much non-stop great episodes. hits close to home in so many ways. it's the lonely and the vast that i think cut deepest for me, but this episode really drove home that if i ended up being an avatar of anything, it would definitely be the Lonely. fear of forgetting and being forgotten. forever wandering a fog of blurred focus. working memory and short term memory in particular aren't great, side effects of medication that is essentially necessary for me to function at all. this episode's a reminder of how much +it scares me when i can feel thoughts and ideas slipping through my fingers, but also kind of reassuring, because i don't think it's getting worse, and compared to the effects Martin goes through here, the effects that i've seen people with alzhemer's/dementia/etc go through... it really puts in perspective that no, i am definitely still here, i am not losing my grip on anything, not yet. and anyway, like Martin, and in a somewhat similarly gay way, i'm not lonely anymore. so whatever happens, i think i'll be alright.

FELT

Sorry you're having a hard time. If it helps, it's pretty natural to forget details and faces of lost loved ones. Maybe you have some pictures?

Yeah now that you say it, I really have to agree

most episodes have made me cry lmaoo

I wish I could still cry :(

Same here! And I still hurt.

And the way he goes silent before re-greeting the tape recorder with such joy is just… so meticulously placed to make you so sad and confused

MARTIN Wait, her face, I - I don’t - I don’t remember her face. Did - Did she have a face? (berating) D-Don’t - Don’t be stupid, Martin; of course she had a face! (increasingly agitated) You just can’t remember it ‘cause - (breathing heavy) ‘Cause you’re a bad son; because you left you left her to rot in - (brief pause) (despondent) Wh-Where did she go? She didn’t like it; I didn’t like it. S-Smelled. It smelled like - Where am I? This isn’t right; I shouldn’t be here; I should be - Somewhere, someone that - there, there are people who trust me, people who love me, so why can’t I remember them? Why, why can’t I see them? Sasha. Yeah! Yeah, yeah, I, I remember; there was - there was Sasha! I can see her face! No - no, wait, no; not, not Sasha, some - something else. The thing that isn’t Sasha, that, that took her, and, and made her - something else, and her - face, her - her face, I can still see it; it’s - laughing. [HE’S BREATHING HEAVIER, NOW.] MARTIN Telling me that there’s - there’s nobody else. I’m alone. The only people who could ever stand to be around me are gone. Even from my mind. (tearful) Where is this place? So cold. And I can’t see anything through all this - fog. (hm) I must have - left the window open. (struggles with the next word) L, L-L,Let the fog in. Oh, my heating bills must be through the roof, stupid; can’t afford that! At least I’ve got a job now; did I tell you I’ve got a job? I mean, the interview was weird, I-I don’t really remember the man who talked to me. Just his eyes. They stared at me. Th-Through me, and - and I knew he knew what I had done. God. I was so scared, but then he smiled, and shook my hand. What was his name? He said I ‘had the job,’ (heh) that he ‘looked forward to working with me.’ I was still so scared I could barely move my arm. I was so terrified I’d let him down. [THE STATIC IS ONCE AGAIN STARTING TO RISE.] MARTIN And then I met John, and I - (realization) John - John! John! John? John, I’m here! John, I-I think I’m lost, I think - I don’t - (losing his grasp) John. [BUT HE’S LOSING HIS WORDS AGAIN.] [ANOTHER CREAK.] [THE CLOCK TICKS ON.] [THE STATIC RISES AGAIN WITH A LITTLE SQUEAK.] MARTIN (pleasant surprise) Oh, he-hello! What are you? Huh. Didn’t even know I had a tape recorder. Do you still work, or… [HE TAPS ON IT.] MARTIN Yeah, seems like you’re running all right. (beat) Hey, I should do some poetry! You could give it a little, little bit of that funky lo-fi goodness! All the cool poets love a bit of tape hiss, right? Maybe find somewhere different to sit, though. [HE SCOOTS OUT OF THE CHAIR.] MARTIN (under breath) Hate these chairs. Don’t even know where I got them. Did I tell you I’ve been writing poetry? N,Nothing much really, just fragments, thoughts. Haven’t written anything like it since I was a teenager, - (small laugh) - but my new job’s a lot, and - I don’t know. Something about that place, it just - it makes me feel weird? But - the sort of weird you just have to get out somehow. Maybe I - Maybe I should do some open mics, or something. Just for me, really, I think. Oh! You - You want to hear some? (heh) (movement) Uh - yeah! Yeah, okay, sure; well, I can - No. No, wait, no that - (movement) Hm, they’re gone; that’s weird. I thought - I, I can feel them, but the words, they just - just wash away. Hm. I, I m - I suppose that’s quite poetic actually, but - (sigh) Nothing else there. I don’t like this place. (exhale) It’s so cold, and, and the logs in the fireplace are damp from the mist. I don’t know how I’d even light them, and they - they smell really bad, like they’re wet dirt. Makes me think of - hm. When I was nine, my grandad died. Did I tell you that? I went to the funeral, and the coffin was so - (small laugh) shiny. It was already sealed. But on top there was a photo of a - young man. Someone who looked almost like my grandad, but - it, it wasn’t him. It wasn’t… finished? Not yet. No, and - and I suddenly began to panic, because I was trying to remember what he looked like, his, his face, but I couldn’t do it. And I knew I’d never see him again. He loved me and I couldn’t even remember his face! (breathing heavy) It was - It was a horrid, drizzly morning, that day, and they put him in the ground and he - he smelled like earth. Cold, damp soil. (squeak, movement) What was I saying? Ah - S, Sorry - (sorry exhale) It’s just this chair- [SQUEAK AND MOVEMENT SOUNDS AS HE GETS UP.] MARTIN - it’s so hard to concentrate when you’re uncomfortable, isn’t it? [HE SIGHS.] [A FEW MORE CREAKS.] [THE STATIC RISES.] MARTIN Now, I think - Hey, hang on. Where did you come from? Tape recorder. (heh) What, you want me to give you a statement, I - [THE STATIC PRESSES.] MARTIN (deadened voice) Why. The Eye has won. It can already see everything; it wouldn’t need a - w-wouldn’t need a - [THE STATIC FADES.] MARTIN (stuttering, stumbling) Well it’s just, nice to talk to someone, I guess. No one real ever really listens to me anyway. Oh, they nod and respond and say ‘No, Martin,’ or ‘Not now, Martin,’ or ‘Leave it, Martin -’ but, funny thing is - (false bright) I didn’t ask them to do anything! Just wanted to see if they needed a hand. (heh, but humorless) Is that me? (unsure) Is - Is that me? Martin? Martin. Maartin. (close to John’s pronunciation) Martin. Doesn’t sound right. But who else would I be? (hm) Whoever owns this house, I guess. It certainly doesn’t seem like the kind of place that somebody called Maartin would live. Martin. It feels like a small name. One that wants to be warm and happy. Not like here. [CREAK.] MARTIN You know, I’ve wandered around all these rooms, and - they all just make me feel alone. They scare me. Even when I find someone else, I feel alone. Did I tell you? I - found someone else, wandering around. They were all - thin and grey. Faded. Like they’d been here for ages. I think they’d been - crying, but it’s so hard to tell through the fog. I tried to talk to them, but it was just - just difficult! I asked who they were, and they - looked at me like they had no idea what I was talking about. “What’s your name?” I said, “Your name? You must have a name!” but they just - shrugged, and I - and - (movement) And they gestured at me. Like they wanted to know my name, and I - th- I couldn’t tell them! I couldn’t remember! “Is this your house?” I asked, and they said, they said yes. But - then they stopped, and shook their head. And, and then they started to laugh. Quietly, for a bit, and then they cried. And they wouldn’t stop. I - I - They asked me who they were, if there was anyone looking for them. If there was anybody left who even cared, but I - I didn’t know. I, I didn’t know, and I - [HIS VOICE IS SHAKING. HE’S CLEARLY EMOTIONAL.] MARTIN (tearful) I ran away - I had to run away! (sob) I, I had to go and have a sit-down, okay? I just - (creak, movement) I just wish I had thought to buy some nicer chairs. Still. Not like I’ve got guests coming, is it? (shaky breath) The house is empty, and, and honestly? I - I can’t think of anyone in the world who would care if I lived or died. [THE CLOCK TICKS ON, INSISTENT AND UNYIELDING.] MARTIN (sob, quiet) I-I-I’m scared. I think this fog is doing something to me; I can’t - (movement) I’m losing myself, and I - and I don’t know if I mind? Maybe I deserve it. (shaky breath) So much of what’s behind the fog hurts. So much of it just makes me wanna curl up with pain and embarrassment and - Maybe the fog’s here because I want it here. Is that why I opened the windows? Maybe I asked the fog to come. (beat) No. No, no - no, no, no, that’s not true, I - I remember! Hundreds, thousands of lost souls, wandering the halls. Hollow memories, with eyes full of tears. I’ve seen them. (shaky) They’re all trying to remember. T-To recall, to picture someone, anyone who loves them, and their hearts are all full of fear. Afraid that those people are gone forever. That maybe - maybe they never existed at all. (agitated) Why am I here? I-I fell behind. I was - I was too slow, and, and, and the fog caught up; I was following. Al-Always following, never leading. Never leading. Why did he leave me behind? D-Did he? Who are - Wh- Who are you? Who am -? (realization, movement) J-J-John. [THE STATIC KICKS IN AGAIN.] MARTIN John, John. Yes. John, I remember him. (shaky exhale) I need to, I need to keep him here. If he can find me, I - he, he knows enough; surely he Knows enough to find me, but I can’t - (struggling) If I forget him, if, if I forget - me - maybe - maybe there’s nothing left to Know. No one to find. [CREAKING MOVEMENT.] MARTIN Talking helps. I got you all here to listen; (tap) Just, just don’t stop talking. You - You are Martin Blackwood. Yes. You, you didn’t choose to be here. John is coming. (stronger) I am Martin Blackwood, and I am not lonely anymore; I am not lonely anymore. (voice shaking with effort) I want to have friends; I - no, I have friends. I-I’m in love. (heh) I am in love, and I will not forget that; I will not forget. (stronger) I am Martin Black-

ARCHIVIST (far off, calling) Martin! MARTIN Wai- wh- John? ARCHIVIST (getting closer) Martin! Martin? MARTIN John! John, over here! [AND THE STATIC IS GROWING LOUDER.] ARCHIVIST Oh! Martin, hold on, I, I, I’m coming; I just - [FOOTSTEPS.] ARCHIVIST (ON MIC) (relieved) Oh, Martin; thank god, I - I was - [AND IT SOUNDS LIKE HE’S EMBRACING HIM] ARCHIVIST I, I thought you were behind me. [MARTIN LETS OUT A SOFT OH.] MARTIN I thought you’d left me behind. Gone on without me. ARCHIVIST No, never. N-Never, I, I just - [HE PULLS BACK FROM THE HUG.] ARCHIVIST I, I didn’t want to - Look too h- I,I,I promised I wouldn’t Know you, and, and with the fog, and, and all the rooms, I, I just - I lost you; I’m - (inhale) I’m sorry. MARTIN It’s okay. [A BEAT OF JUST THEIR EXHALES.] ARCHIVIST No, I - I tried to use the - (sigh) to Know where you were, but it was - you, you were faint. It was so strange; it took me so long just to find you. [MOVEMENT.] MARTIN John, it’s - okay. I promise, it’s okay. This place tried; it really did, and honestly, I - (inhale) I wanted to believe it. But I didn’t. ARCHIVIST This… place, i, it - [THE STATIC INCREASES.] ARCHIVIST My god. [THE STATIC FADES.] MARTIN Yeah. ARCHIVIST M-Martin - if you - did. I,If you wanted to forget a,all of it, stay here and just - escape. [THE WIND RUSHES IN THE BACKGROUND.] ARCHIVIST I-I would understand. [BEAT.] MARTIN N,No. It’s comforting here, leaving all those - painful memories behind, but - (slight movement) It’s not a good comfort, it’s - i,it’s the kind that makes you fade, makes you dim and - distant. ARCHIVIST (barely a whisper) Okay. (pause, normal) Okay, good; I - (fortifying breath) I wanted to make sure you knew what this place was. MARTIN It’s the Lonely, John. It’s me. ARCHIVIST Not anymore. [MARTIN MAKES A PLEASED LITTLE HM.] MARTIN No. (long inhale) No, not anymore. [TAPE CLICKS OFF.]

@@stevenredacted1322 thank you

This one made me cry so fucking much oh my god

Thank you for writing it down, you save my life

Like that would help. They might just forget to hold hands.

@@mimkyodar New headcanon: they *were* holding hands, but were dissuaded from it by supernatural Lonely influence.

@@dallydaydream That feels right

i like your username and i wanted you to know

@@thistleywistley681 thank you, I also like your username :•)

Congratulations.

simply a shape, a form, and identifier.

I hope it gets better soon. I won't patronise you with suggestions, but I will emphasise that your door only opens outwards. Good luck monkey.

I think that was Martin's connection to the Eye kicking in.

Same as it ever was.

Is that a squiggly mouth or a moustache