Everything To Guppy

A near-daily podcast about the items and lore in the Binding Of Isaac.

About the show

William Hughes (The A.V. Club) and Gary Butterfield (Watch Out for Fireballs!) get together four times a week to talk through every single item, trinket, boss, monster, and, really, everything in Edmund McMillen's "The Binding Of Isaac". New, bite-sized episodes come out every Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday, and Sunday.

Episodes

  • Episode 443: The Boomerang

    March 28th, 2020  |  9 mins 29 secs

    Rolling to a stop, the hunter coughed in the dust; black and malignant phlegm shined in the cold night light, reassuring him that no internal organs had been breached.

  • Episode 442: Broken Watch

    March 26th, 2020  |  11 mins 30 secs

    Startled by the sudden influx of motion, rats began streaming from the dollhouses along the nurth wall, scraps of doll intestines still hanging from their mouths.

  • Episode 441: Dead Onion

    March 24th, 2020  |  12 mins 26 secs

    A toy soldier, bayonet still dripping blood, snapped as the hunter's weary body crashed into it, propelled by near-equine levels of force.

  • Episode 440: Isaac's Fork

    March 22nd, 2020  |  19 mins 38 secs

    With a mighty hrunt, the beast flung the hunter across the streeth, and through the window of an abandoned toy shop, shuttered during the great Joy Riots of the previous year.

  • Episode 439: The Soul

    March 21st, 2020  |  13 mins 14 secs

    The sharp teeth of a hungry, hungry human suddenly clamped down on his leg with the full power of a horse's mighty jaw; he had let himself be distracted, and now he would pay the price.

  • Episode 438: The Body

    March 19th, 2020  |  13 mins 31 secs

    "Claws of banshee, use the silver. Hooves of murder, toss some gilder."

  • Episode 437: The Mind

    March 17th, 2020  |  11 mins 55 secs

    As it charged at him, finger-hooves roiling, the hunter tried to remember the rhyme his mentor had once attempted to beat into his brain.

  • Episode 436: Chapter 3

    March 15th, 2020  |  22 mins 24 secs

    The hunter watched, semi-turgid with fear, as a maned head rounded the corner ahead of him, and the WereHorse hoved into view.

  • Episode 435: Lazarus' Rags

    March 14th, 2020  |  13 mins 50 secs

    There it was—the tell-tale clip-clop of a body as accustomed to boots as it was to hooves.

  • Episode 434: Godhead

    March 12th, 2020  |  18 mins 51 secs

    He could smell something on the air, breaking its way past two dozen years of dedicated snuff abuse; a scent of rot, misery, and oats.

  • Episode 433: Soy Milk

    March 10th, 2020  |  18 mins 11 secs

    Far above her, the hunter suddenly paused, less than a mile from the craggy hill that lead its winding way up to Horkness House.

  • Episode 432: Scolex

    March 8th, 2020  |  12 mins 6 secs

    Unable to cope with the influx of strangely warm death-flesh, the overworked gravediggers simply shoved the bodies into cheaply constructed coffins and sailed them silently down the Bleak River to the UnderSewer below, where they now watched the Secret Witch trudge past in quiet but ornery misery.

  • Episode 431: Ludovico Technique

    March 7th, 2020  |  24 mins 19 secs

    Untouched by the power of the hangry ether, they were unable to see the Corpse Trees that loomed above the village's streets, always ready to drop a rotting load of tainted and moldering "fruit" back into the world from the depths below.

  • Episode 430: The Negative

    March 5th, 2020  |  12 mins 4 secs

    The Secret Witch was distantly sympathetic to their plight; she knew no one in the town's slipshod government would believe the diggers when they reported the massive influx of bodies they received—provenance unknown—every single Throgsday night.

  • Episode 429: The Polaroid

    March 3rd, 2020  |  16 mins 31 secs

    She trudged wearily past the coffins that had been shamefully hidden in the sprawling catacomb of pipes by lazy or terrified gravediggers unable to keep up with their dark demands.

  • Episode 428: Ace Of Spades

    March 1st, 2020  |  21 mins 23 secs

    There were innumerable prophecies detailing the appointed birth of such and such child, spawn of whomever, destined master of all the nations of the earth; far fewer concerned themselves with what to feed such an infernal scion whose stomach had been upset by the tumultuous process of being born to its inevitable throne.