The Queen in Blue - The Lost Story

In this haunting and intoxicating episode of The Queen in Blue, Rhombus Ticks unearths a hidden chapter of American myth: the fate of famed writer Ambrose Bierce, whose mysterious disappearance becomes the gateway to cosmic horror.

When a dogged investigator named Janice tracks Bierce’s trail to a dusty Laredo bar, she’s drawn into a surreal and increasingly terrifying narrative involving a lost journal, a mysterious stranger in white, and a story that reads her more than she reads it. What begins as a missing persons case spirals into a Lovecraftian descent through memory, identity, and madness—where the King in Yellow wears no mask, and the Queen in Blue offers ambiguous salvation.

Told in a blend of noir dialogue, occult commentary, and psychically destabilizing prose, The Lost Story takes listeners through the last days of Bierce’s life—or rather, the many lives that fractured from that single point in the desert. The deeper Janice reads, the less certain reality becomes.

⚠️ Warning: This episode contains metatextual horror, memetic content, and themes of psychological disintegration. Listener discretion is strongly advised.

“You know that this couldn’t possibly be real... but you keep reading anyway.”

The Queen in Blue - The Lost Story

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"Tossing Grenades at Windmills" - Episode 1: "The Emerson Portfolio" First Episode in Two Years

After a mysterious two-year hiatus, Rhombus Ticks returns with his most dangerous episode yet. What started as genealogical research in his late grandfather's Louisiana estate has uncovered something that defies explanation - a century-old folio containing documents that shouldn't exist.

In this extended episode, Rhombus shares the complete "Emerson Portfolio" - a collection of interconnected stories, poems, and accounts that chronicle encounters with the enigmatic Queen in Blue and her relationship to the infamous King in Yellow. From Ambrose Bierce's final journal entries in the Mexican desert to a WWII-era vigilante's encounter with cosmic horror, from ancient poetry carved in impossible languages to modern detective work in a world where magic bleeds through the cracks of reality.

Content Warning: This episode contains complex narrative elements involving shifting perspectives, reality distortion, and themes that may be challenging for those with identity disorders or schizophrenia. Listener discretion strongly advised.

Why did Rhombus disappear for two years? What happened when he mentioned finding the fifth stanza of "I, Hastur"? And where is he now that this recording has surfaced?

"Some questions should never be answered. Some doors should never be opened. Some podcasts should never be published. But here we are." - Final note found in Rhombus Ticks' abandoned studio

Runtime: 13 minutes Sponsors: EP Blingermeyer Curiosities & Antiquities Warning: Do not listen alone. Do not listen after dark. Do not attempt to verify any of the claims made herein.

[Poem] As Above So Below

 by Emmit Other

猴王在玉盤前笑

皇帝皺著眉

上如下如

黃之先知說

永生是用豆子換來檸檬

共工之鱗穿柱裂

自高柱人必墜

強風大力

面朝地面

鬼中鬼盲

盲人引盲

無神聖加冕於皇帝

伯牙琴破

和諧被動搖

泥中自愛花被靴踏

靴踏死島

它活在明天

过去死了

破皇帝不復為

天命翻轉

玉鏡反射

鏡顯無限

無人能為柱

他是孤老

因無冠於額

The Monkey King laughs before the jade plate

 The Emperor furrows his brow

 Above as below

 The Yellow Prophet says Eternal life is lemons traded for beans

 Gonggong's scales pierce through, pillars crack 

Those who stand high on pillars must fall 

Strong winds with great force

 Face toward the ground

 Ghost among ghosts, blind 

The blind leading the blind 

No sacred coronation for the Emperor 

Boya's qin is broken 

Harmony is shaken 

Self-loving flowers in mud are trampled by boots

 Boots trample the dead island

 It lives in tomorrow 

The past is dead

 The broken Emperor shall be no more 

The Mandate of Heaven overturns 

The jade mirror reflects 

The mirror shows infinity

 No one can be a pillar 

He is alone and old

 For there is no crown upon his brow

[Poem] Under the Strawberry Moon

 by Emmit Other

Beneath the strands of vines in sky

You seek the stars and wonder why

The wicked man has stolen hope

To which I shake my head and Nope

You cannot steal the stars that burn

You merely need to inner eye return

And view the cosmos in inner light

There is hope and it is in sight

To win this battle you have to fight

Beneath the Strawberry moon.

[Poem] Three Point Baby Blender Ball

 by Emmit Other

When I say "BBB"

You say

"Better Business Beurea"

I Say

"The other BBB"

You Say

"Baby Blender Ball?"

I say "N....." and stop

Finger held up like the lip biting meme

I Say

"Kinna?"

I picture a Far Side cartoon

With Trumpjack Americadad

Holding a Baby in a Basketball Costume

Next to a Big Box that says "Used Blender Parts"

With a subline that said

"TrumpJack HorseDad Wants To Up His Game"

The Big Beuatiful Bill 

-Creates Paramilitaries

-Gives Shitler Control of the Budget

-And Kills my Highly Vulnerable Friend

-Reduces the Odds the Military Will Step In by Making it Legal

I can't Magick this away

Republican Senators

Must Fear You

More than They Fear Trump

And You have Days Not Weeks

The Patriarchal Ghost of American Fascism is a Lie

It Has Forgotten the Face of Its Father

And Gotten it Drunk And Is Making America

Its 16 Year Old Daughter

Very Uncomfortable

[Poem] The Truth About America

By Emmit Other

(In response to why America is Rotten when asked)

Did you ever drink orange juice and find it milk?

How about stake and find it maggots instead?

The rancid butter that is my home

Is a shining beacon on a hill

And it is a mirage to a man dying of thirst

She promises justice

And her murder police are anything but

She promises equality

And she ships children with cancer to a Salvadoran hot house

She promises freedom

And yokes her own children to a dreadmill to light the sign

Of a dollar general and Waffle Awful house next door

Where it is easier to buy a machine gun than get a working vaccine

Where the ones who howl loudest about the sanctity of the vote

Will do anything to steal it

Where the oldest party supposedly on the side of the people

Sold out to a genocidal theocracy bulldozing babies for beach front condominiums

Her computers changed the world

And she uses them to make satanic addictive algos

And makes teenagers the subject of unregulated psychological experiments

She elects actual nazis who then turn around

And accuse everyone else of being nazis

She builds an alliance of nations to make the Pax American that lasts decades

And then throws it all away by electing a sapient orange turd

The image of America is the wonder of the world

The factual america is a fly ridden diseased donkey carcass

[Poem] The Most Dangerous Drug

 by Redwin Tursor

My friend TC has had a rough go of it as a writer

He has had multiple rejections

All writers do

But to have famous SFWA writers that are mentors

Say

"Stop writing"

And spend 13 years in the wilderness

Slowly improving

Never stopping

Not because you expected to be famous

It was no longer a path to power

It was simply a refusal to give up

And improve he did

His bargain with Rhombus is a real one

And it let someone else do the lifting

But the pain of soul was still his

The spark was still his

It wasonly the ability to go beyond the limit

Beyond what one coudl endure

By borrowing someone who wasnt "real" 

That let things continue

And then a work was crafted

The best he's ever done

And the pattern repeats itself

The banality of reality

The cassandra curse

Its the same thing all over again

And we will still keep writing

Likely until we arent here any more

Butthe hope?

Yeah....

Fuck hope.

Do the thing anyway.