The Year 10,000

Bright Wednesday to ye, mortals! My greetings, at least, shine brightly, whatever the state of thy Wednesday…for this Friday, we bring ye our 250th episode—our season finale—our FIFTH ANNIVERSARY! Last week, to finally defeat the Kwisatz Oligarch, we launched ourselves into the future—all the way to THE YEAR 10,000! Join us there, Friday at 8PT, as ye have these past five years! & as ye shall, I hope, for the next several millennia…

I endeavour, eagerly as the beaver, to not simply cram promotional materials into thy minds; this episode, this mighty anniversary, also however requires beaver-grade eagerness. I hope ye shall forgive me then if, rather than a full-scale adventure or monthly forecast, I relay here LORE. A brief history of WizWorld LIVE—for newer viewers that may not know, & more ancient ones who may forget:

In the Fall of 2018, stumbling around the reeking alleyways of Hollywood, I chanced upon a small black box theatre. They were, for reasons strange & kind, willing to accept shows from anyone, if the people voted for them. With my simple pitch of “Wizard talk show,” the crowds clamored for ENTERTAINMENT. I put on the first episode, with the REAL Gellert Grindelwald as guest. We decried the lies & hatred of J.K. Rowling, the Deceiver; aye, spite for her we mixed into the show’s very foundations!

Summersbane attempted to slay me, & usurp the show; I smote his ruin upon the stage, & captured him as my SIDEKICK. From then, our friendship grew; after two more trial runs, all of which filled to capacity, the theatre relented to the popular demands for a monthly WizWorld show. We hosted many fine guests (including Ostara herself; Rasputin; Cynthia Weatherwax, many times; more than one mermaid; a gentleman who believed himself Cap’n Crunch; &c.). That ran until thy beloved Jarl Trump decided, in his finite wisdom, to permit a ravenous plague to stalk the land.

We then, for the safety of our mortal audience, crafted the first InstaGoblins, & transmitted the show using a primitive electric eye. ‘Twas a bit rough, choppy at times, & rated only a seven-hundred-twenty-P, on the pixelometer. But as our skills improved, & our InstaGoblin methods refined, the show too improved & refined.

Which was lucky, for mortal standards of streaming entertainment rose rapidly after the initial “this is quite novel” period in 2020.

Since that switch to broadcasting—from which we count our anniversary—we have crafted 249 hours of magick; introduced hundreds of beings to the mortal world; sang countless hoedowns; established ourselves on the ren faire circuit; & we e’en made the world believe a Fish-Man could make it on Broadway!

We encountered hordes of foes, mystical & mundane. I know not how many times we have slain the dread Drider-Bezos; so too we vanquished JayzmoLeno, the Elon Husks, Boccob Iger, & many more too ignoble to name here.

Five years, passed as the blink of an eye; yet full of cherished memories, a weekly hour of joy, all thanks to thee. With no audience, no kind faces filling our “chatting room,” I know not how long this quest may have lasted. All of our contemporaries from that theatre, who moved to broadcasts in 2020, ceased after a year or two.

But we endure, with excitement. We hope the next five years, may bring somehow more joy than these first five!

So thank ye, viewers old & new, supporters novel & ancient. I hope ye shall join us Friday for a celebration of all the enchantment we have crafted together. I hope ye shall join us…IN THE YEAR 10,000!

‘Til then—be safe, be well, & let the Kwisatz Oligarch know his reign shall soon be ended!

Cheers,
Amoenus Franco
Wizard, Writer, Five-Year-Planner