Paul J. McSorley

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3,444 appearances 4 recordings 1 series first heard Jun 2026 last heard 19 Sep

Paul J. McSorley’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.

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Recordings per month over the last 12 months — 4 in all, peaking in Sep 2026 with 2.

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He never liked the noise his Pax Alpha male made with his boomstick.

The high-pitched calls and growls of the predators attacking them made him whine in pain.

The unusual surroundings did not help either.

It was dark and damp, filled with smells that he would have happily explored if it were any other time.

There was a loud thud, and he heard the alpha male scream in pain.

More loud claps from the boomstick were followed by silence, punctuated by soft whimpers from the alpha.

After a few moments, Snaggle scratched at the roof from which his alpha had been able to place him inside this strange space.

His efforts were met with a low moan, but no rescue.

He lay down, his eyes focused on the agonized sounds of his pack mate.

Snaggle lay on his paws as the worst moment of his life passed.

Lacking a human sense of time, he could wait for as long as it took for one of his pack to rescue him.

The floor above him creaked, and there was the sound of something vocalizing.

Snaggle began to tremble when the roof started to shift.

As the planks were removed, he backed into the shadows waiting to see who or what was coming for him.

Just after midnight, Monday morning.

And sped through the woods toward his brother's house in his side by side UTV.

The same paths they paved as children were now worn by time.

Back then, they had been the hunters at the top of the food chain.

He feared that the tables had turned, that they were now the hunted.

All of his senses were tuned to his surroundings as he crashed through the wood.

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