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You think of something. Three memories converge. Confession is a game. A child doesn't believe in sin. An adult isn't too sure. There's space to be a complex disaster. Technology is complicated. A bucket list spills over into an ocean of desire. Poor shy Sasha. Find a full transcript at planetradiant.love.Support us financially at our Patreon page, which features the complete Planet Radiant soundtrack so far, along with more writing and music by Sasha V.

Beyond the barricade, there is an HR office you'd like to see. Street medics find their audience, automatic drawing stirs old memories, and a cat's fate is unknown. You were a teacher once. An elevator shaft appears.Find a full transcript at planetradiant.love.We're also on Facebook and Twitter.Support us financially at our Patreon page, which features the complete Planet Radiant soundtrack so far, along with more writing and music by Sasha V.

You clear your head with an exhibition of souvenirs. Normalcy ends with a webcomic draft. You feel like prey. Speculation of surveillance abounds. A moon rock appears. At last comes the feast.Find a full transcript at planetradiant.love.We're also on Facebook and Twitter.Support us financially at our Patreon page, which features the complete Planet Radiant soundtrack so far, along with more writing and music by Sasha V.

The armory sounds like a metal cathedral. Sometimes you pass out before the meteor shower. Shopping centers die, sound is ephemeral, and people are happy to see you. Hot cocoa never stays hot for long. They kept their promise. You answer the question. Find a full transcript at planetradiant.love.We're also on Facebook and Twitter.Support us financially at our Patreon page. xoxoxo 

To hold on tight, you have to let go. A helicopter readies for takeoff. You head downstairs to the atrium. It’s time for a movie. You play for the punks with your bass slung low. Debauchery is boring. Maybe there’s no reason to stop. Walls turn purple. You find a gazelle and answer the phone. keywords: basement shows, word searches, impossible projectors, departure dates Find a full transcript at planetradiant.love. We're also on Facebook and Twitter. Support us financially at our Patreon page. xoxoxo

You find a First Communion portrait on the roof. A graffiti-filled stairwell leads you to the third floor lobby.  You divine the fate of an empty exhibition. The confessional line moves fast.   Dots are connected.  In this house, we say I'm sorry. Kids can't be sinners. You need a snack.keywords: childhood Catholicism, found art, jalapeño kettle chipsFind a full transcript at planetradiant.love.We're also on Facebook and Twitter.Support us financially at our Patreon page. xoxoxo

Your torch goes out. So much happens in the coat check. A woman enjoys a drugstore serenade. Month-old clues appear on a dying screen. A denim jacket survives a year of personal upheaval. Your therapist wants to talk about grief. There are no animals left in the city. keywords: middle age, dead dreams, musical theaterFind a full transcript at planetradiant.love.We're also on Facebook and Twitter.Support us financially at our Patreon page. xoxoxo

You look out the floor-to-ceiling windows and see a dead city. The museum has been abandoned for several weeks. Dark hallways remind you of a forest at night. A girl lies under a transmission tower and dreams of mech battles. You solve the torch puzzle and look in the mirror for what feels like the first time. keywords: asexuality, goth nostalgia, QTPOC liberationFind a full transcript at planetradiant.love.We're also on Facebook.Consider supporting us financially at our Patreon page. xoxoxo

You are in a city park, surrounded by empty skyscrapers. To the north, across the street, is a museum. The entrance glows with ethereal light. A voice in your head beckons you to come. cw: brief mentions of suicide and addictionFind us on Facebook, or show your support at our Patreon page. Full episodes begin January 2021.

PLANET RADIANT is an apocalyptic sci-fi radio drama inspired by text-based adventure games of the 80s and 90s. You wake up in an abandoned museum with no memory. Humanity has vanished. What do you do?Words and music by Sasha V (she/they).Find us on Facebook, or show your support at our Patreon page.