"But here Carlos and I sat on the trunk of that car, his car, looking together at the lights up in the sky above the Arby’s. They were beautiful in the hushed twilight, shimmering in a night sky already coming alive with bits of the universe. One year later, one year since he arrived. He put his hand on my knee, and said nothing, and I knew what he meant. I felt the same. I leaned my head on his shoulder. We understand the lights. We understand the lights above the Arby’s. We understand so much. But the sky behind those lights, mostly void, partially stars, that sky reminds us we don’t understand even more. Goodnight, Night Vale. Goodnight."
So I always have a soft spot for radio shows. My family always listens to A Prairie Home Companion on the weekends and Wait Wait Don't Tell Me any other time
It's also getting to basically design your own characters for these guys~
Enjoy!Welcome to Night Vale