THE LOT: Training Wheels Chapter 1

THE LOT: 2000 Zero, Zero Party Out of Time

A dark bedroom betrayal. A blood-red Triumph TR7 idling in the grey fog. Unholy fangs lunging straight into the lens. The reckoning for the Class of ‘79 is officially here. The Trailer is live. The party is over… and we are out of time. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit markusmachado.substack.com [https://markusmachado.substack.com?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_1]

THE LOT: The Reunion

Walnut Creek, June 1979. A graduation party is roaring down the canyon lane, but the road home for one young lady is about to turn ice cold. For other fools, those who walk this broad, easy road, are oblivious to the fact that their graduation night signature sins have been entered into a ledger. And are completely unaware that the interest on their sin is compounded in the shadows, the payment of which is due at the cost of blood or one’s own soul. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit markusmachado.substack.com [https://markusmachado.substack.com?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_1]

THE LOT: Training Wheels- The Meat Wagon

The interest on a dark transaction must always be paid in full. This week on THE LOT, a routine hit-and-run unravels into a clinical, terrifying rewriting of small-town innocence. Sit in the dark as the legendary L72 427 Sting Ray growls into the Napa fog, leaving a broken Hollywood prince to witness the birth of a cosmic nightmare. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit markusmachado.substack.com [https://markusmachado.substack.com?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_1]

THE LOT: Training Wheels Chapter 1

Before a high-speed impact on the wet asphalt leaving young 9 year old Julian Cross fighting for his life, a far more clinical violence was already taking place behind the closed doors of modern suburbia. He hadn’t just ridden into the dark—he was selected, isolated, groomed and then guided by a neighborhood coven to become their ultimate vessel. But every dark ceremony requires a catalyst. Enter Damian Vale. An arrogant, self-absorbed Hollywood elite driving a 1963 Riverside Red Split-Window Corvette, completely blind to the fact that his manic, midnight accident wasn’t an accident at all. He was never in control— no, he was simply the bumbling, unwitting pawn brought in to trigger a ceremonious rite of passage. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit markusmachado.substack.com [https://markusmachado.substack.com?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_1]

THE LOT: Desecration- Brothers in Arms

In the older, darker texts of the Levant, there is a severe warning about the true nature of a bloodline. They tell you that a house divided against itself cannot stand, but they never tell you what happens when the foundation is built on a shared grave. Blood is not just a fluid. It is a ledger. It binds you to the historic transactions of men whose bones turned to dust before your grandfather drew his first breath. You can run across seven centuries, you can hide behind the chrome and high-octane iron of a automotive engineering, but you cannot outrun the inheritance of the marrow. Eventually, the family debt must be audited. We return now to the freezing mud of Senlis, October 1307. The transition was not an exit; it was an extraction. The modern world has been stripped away, the clean Napa fog of our present day dissolving into the thick, choking smoke of thirty pyres. These are the fires of men who refused to recant, burning with the orange flicker of the King’s malice. The brakes slam hard, the Mach One sliding sideways through the ashes of time, its twin amber headlights pinning the two ancient relics as they finally cross steel in the dark. Gautier and Bertrand. A black-iron Sergeant and a white-mantled Betrayer, rolling in the filth in a transaction of rage and pain seven hundred years in the making. They fight not as soldiers, but as brothers who have become centuries of unresolved debt. But as their swords ring out against the cold stone towers of France, the temperature is dropping to a killing frost. The orange pyres are turning a sickly, translucent blue. A darker shadow is sliding through the dimensions. MalphasHale—the Butcher of the Void—has arrived to collect on a debt that neither brother is ready to pay. Listen closely, children. The past is a predator, the gate is open, and the blood is calling to the blood. This is the final record of the Desecration. This is... Brothers in Arms. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit markusmachado.substack.com [https://markusmachado.substack.com?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_1]