📻 last one. light's back on in the station. thanks for hanging around to those of you that did. 📻
"Do you see what we've done?
We've gone and made such fools of ourselves
How did we get here?
Well, I used to know you so well.
Oh, there is something I see in you
It might kill me, but I want it to be true"
📻 those last 2 were pierce the veil. they're good for everything, not just whatever this is. next is oli sykes and amy lee. they were both bigger in the early 2000s pre-totalitarian mom n pop days. whatever, they're still awesome. this one's haunting. 📻
So tell me, how is it gonna feel without my arms wrapped around, wrapped around you?
Bet it feels pretty real when your skin starts to peel from the bone
You were dead to the world, now I'm dead to you
Haunting your own house, nothing to lose
I let you sink your fangs so deep.
You know I can't breathe on my own
📻 how are we doing out there tonight WKIL 109? hopefully you're doing better than i am. or maybe we can sit around together. misery loves company, after all. sorry to ruin your night. get up and go down with this pathetic fuck in your ear. 📻
And baby, honestly it's harder breathing next to you, I shake.
I brought a gun and as the preacher tried to stop me.
Hold my heart it's beating for you anyway.
What if I can't forget you?
I'll burn your name into my throat.
I'll be the fire that'll catch you.
What's so good about picking up the pieces?
What if I don't even want to?
📻 (WKIL 109 crackles, Innie's voice is tired and shaky) 📻
what's up zones? spinning some shit i burned just now, i dont have much else to say. taking requests in. dont expect much commentary, i dont have much to say so much as i have everything to bite my tongue and choke back on.
innie, out.
"Baby, pour over, tell me, are we concrete?
What would you do without my perfect company to your undressed spine?"
📻Hey guys, it's - it's me again (clears throat), back this time with - with some thoughts.
If we wait on - on a waiter... aren't we the waiters?
If you - if you clean a vacuum, aren't you the vacuum cleaner?
If pro - pro - uh... procastinates? had a - had a club, would they ever have a meeting ? Cause yanno, they - they, uh, procastinate.
If you get a bigger bed, ya get - get, uh, more bed room, but, but! less bedroom.
Your fingers. They, they, uh, have fingertips. Why aren't - why aren't toe tips a thing. But you can tiptoe, but not can't fingertip. Also - uh, ya can finger someone but - but not toe someone...
Why's - why's it called a building if 's already built?
Apples are tree babies
What if, uh, when we sneeze, we’re escaping reality to some - to somewhere else?
📻Aw, fuck it, man. I'm, uh, real bored. Radio time with Kobra. Yay.
So this one time, we were, uh, fresh out the city. Poison let me go on a smoke break. And this girl, she- she kidnapped me. Which sucked. So I burned her fuckin' house down. Can't fuckin' kidnap me if your house's burned down, fucker. Anyways. She, she uh chased me. On her motorcycle. So I stole that shit. I- I like pistol whipped her. Boom. My fuckin' motorcycle now. And then she chased me with her fuckin' van. So I pistol whipped the- the fucker. Hahahahaha. I can't- I can't really remember much. So I stole her van. Boom. My fuckin' van now.
Then she pulled out her blaster. So I- I pistol whipped that shit too. Boom. My fuckin' gun now. and then she stole my cig pack, and uh, that shit piss- pissed me off.
📻 Hey, 'joys. I probably could've just asked Cherri if I could do a broadcast from his station, but I didn't want to.
I want to share a story about the one time The Girl found a bunch of coke, it was given to her, and she gave it to Ghoul.
So we were sitting around, bored. And the girl comes up with this bag of white powder. Ghoul immediately recognized that shit, and asked her to give it to him.
Me and him kinda looked at each other and I went "holy shit, Ghoul, we can blow shit up while on that" and he went (clearing his throat. doing his best impression of ghoul) "Fuck yeah, dude, let's do that!"
So we drove straight into the fuckin' city, sneaking past some people and went to this factory that isn't used much. Me an' Ghoul did that shit, and we blew it up. It made Batt City news.
But as we were blowing the shit up, apparently Girlie got ahold of the stuff, and suddenly she had the zoomies.
So obviously I had to chase her. (clearing his throat again)
I chased her. In circles. She was running really fast. But I got her one day, and took her back to the car and we sped out of there. I think Ghoul almost crashed us about 7 times.
Sorry this is how you're finding out, Jet.
Anyways, thats all. Keep running, or whatever the saying is. 📻
📻 Heyyy guys. Looks like the radios isn't too-- too hard. To use. I just mess with it until it, until it worksss. Can you hear me okay? Uhmm. I'm not drunk so DON'T ASK. I just sound weird 'cause of-- 'cause of um. Some shit I dunno. Can't think of the um, excuses. Too many drinks.
Okay! Radio broadc-broadcasting time. Vinnie, don't listen to this, mkay? So when, when I was a kid. Before the Vs. The Ultra Vs. The Ultra Violets-- Voilents. Before then. I thought it was really cool to like. Set shit on fire. So I burned down uhhh...Tommy's old building. I think it was his? Don't resmember. I got like. This cool-- this cool idea. You know the oldddd gunsssss. With like the bulletsss, yeahhhh? I wanted them to um. Shoot on fire bullets. Like, uh, flaming bullets. But I didn't know, how to set the bullet on fire and then put it in-- put it in the gun. But then I, um. Realized that wasn't my probslem. So I founds this guy I didn't like 'cause he said linkin park sucked and I told him-- I told him, I will give you 1000 carbons if you set some bullets on fire and load them in a gun. I told him, I said, I have rich parents. 'Cause I was like. 12. I had no fuckin money but he didn't know that? So he um, he set some ammo on fire and was gonna put the bullets in the gun real quick.
But here-here's the problem. I didn't fuckin know this, he must've not have kn-known it either. Uhmm so. So when you like, set bullets on fire they uh, they wanna explode. They like. Uhh. They go off! Boom! Well not really...Lotsa little booms. Everywhere. Heh. Ooooopssss. He got scammed by a fuckin 12 year old and fuckin DIED. So um. Here's the moral of the story. Don't say my favorite band sucks. Cause ba-bad things will happen.
Anywaysss. I hope you liked storytime with Vallie. Are you listenin, Vinnie? You can listen now. He didn't tell me not, not to do this. I thought he was gonna says, "Val, you're drunk. Get away from the radio." But he DIDN'T. Hes so supportive I love him. He burnt-burned me a CD with the good music on it. He's smart like that. He can make the CDs. Which is, woooowww. He is so smart. I know they lied to him at like the BL-Better Living schoo's but like. Wow. He's like...a genius. He was too smart for the city. That's why he left. They said, "Vinfinity Boy. You're too smart. We-we're kicking you out." That's. That's what happened. He's too modest to say that's what happened but iiiiittt isssss and I know it. 'Cause like, the same shit happened to me. They said I have--had to leave the city 'cause I was too cool. So Vinfi-Vinnie and I are the same. In that regard. I don't know why Punk left.
Val Velo-...velo-citry..velo....ugh...whatever the fuck ever signin off. 📻
📻 Good morning, motherfuckers! It's me again! I came to the exciting realization that if I can figure out the radio to do one broadcast, I can do...more than one broadcast. Multiple broadcasts, if you will.
There has been something on my mind recently. Do you remember the Great Table War of 2017? I sure as shit do. Perhaps if you are new to the Zones you aren't aware of this landmark event. But, oh, it happened. It happened, and dear listener, I was there. In fact I am the only surviving veteran of the Great War. I am here to regale the tale. Perhaps if I properly explain the significance of the kitchen table at The Nest SOME PEOPLE will actually have some RESPECT for it.
I was 17. I had just started the Ultra Vs three years prior. I was minding my own business, looking for shit to cause, when I came across a violent scene. Blasters firing in every direction, fire spreading, yet not a single BLI vehicle in sight. Curious! After a few seconds it was clear this was a spat between fellow 'Joys. In situations like this, there's no time to ask questions so I simply pulled out my raygun and joined what appeared to be the losing side. Why did I pick that side? You must understand, dear listener, that I thought it would be really fucking funny.
Multiple battles raged on. Truthfully I got bored about 3 days in but at that point I was in too deep to back out. My fellow soldiers and I did not discuss much in our downtime. I showed them how to shoot better and how to strategize. I quickly got promoted to General which was a formality I did not expect to encounter in a gang war. Look, these people were really fucking weird, okay. I learned not to ask questions. Anyway! On day 7, my army advanced and we arrived at a heavily guarded yet dilapidated shack. This would be the location of the final battle. To say the fighting was intense would be an understatement. By the time the war was over, only myself and 2 other people from my side were left standing. We were the victors. Upon this realization, the other 2 gleefully approached the shack. I followed, curious of what treasures must surely be held behind those doors.
Would you like to know what was in the shack? What this war was fought over? What graced my eyes as soon as a pushed past the door?
A TABLE.
A FUCKING TABLE.
NOT EVEN A GOOD TABLE, ONE OF THOSE SHITTY WHITE PLASTIC ONES.
The other two were high fiving and celebrating. I was confused. Surely, this could not be what we were fighting over! What I spent the last week risking my life for!
But, oh. It was.
They explained to me that someone had found the table and brought it home to their group. But then that person left the group, and wasn't able to bring the table with them. They came back later requesting the table but their former gang members refused to relinquish it. Tensions escalated until a full blown war broke out. Apparently I had fought on the side requesting the return of the table. Honestly I didn't give a shit.
Now, you must see things from my point of view. I had wasted a week of my life fighting for a table. A VERY SUBPAR table! A table that didn't even have any fucking chairs! So I did the only logical thing: I started shooting to insure this kind of stupidity never repeats itself.
With the last 2 members ghosted, there was no one left to claim the table. The table was shit, but the significance was not lost on me. I had killed 8 in pursuit of it. Two entire gangs had been completely wiped out, and who knows how many lives were lost prior to my involvement. More importantly, the Nest could use a new table. So I began the treacherous journey of dragging it home.
It was not an easy task. It was really hot. Many people passed by as I dragged it down the side of the road. Did anyone stop? No. They must have feared me. I was surely a sight to behold: covered in blood, sleep deprived, and dragging a shitty bloodstained plastic table behind me.
Tragedy struck about a mile from the Nest. My jacket, my really fucking sick jacket with all the spikes on it, ripped. At the time I was not informed on how to give stitches. Perhaps it could have been saved if I did. I don't know. All I know is that it was the last casualty of the war. I gave it a military funeral when I finally arrived at the Nest. It deserved it. We fought valiantly together.
That is the story of The Great Table War of 2017.
That is why the kitchen table at the Nest should be RESPECTED. This is why VAYA and VINYL need to STOP BEING SO AWFUL and RESPECT MY MY BELONGINGS. PEOPLE FUCKING DIED OVER THAT TABLE. SHOW SOME RESPECT! I KNOW WHAT YOU DID! WHY DID YOU DO THAT ON MY TABLE? IT'S SO FUCKING GROSS! HOPE IT WAS WORTH IT BECAUSE NOW EVERYONE ELSE KNOWS YOU DISRESPECTED MY TABLE!
📻 Hey, motherfuckers. Bet you're not used to hearing my voice over the airwaves, huh? Well listen up oh boy have I got some news for you. Turns out Atomic Ace, that runner Cherri Cola hired, was a spy. And don't just take my word for it! The source of this information is Cherri Cola himself.
Fear not, Zones residents, because I have personally rid the world of this rat. I was even kind enough to learn how to broadcast so I could deliver this news to you.
No need to thank me for making things safer. You've never done it before and I'd hate for you to start now.
📻 Dr. D's old station crackles, a voice attempting to be emotionless coming through… 📻
Between 15:00 and 14:00 yesterday, Cherri Cola was found dead. His body was taken after the firefight… Our condolences f-for those affected by the loss. Cherri Cola is-… was an integral part to survival out here. He was a good man. Soul Punk and I will be taking over the broadcasts. Please allow us time to adjust to the change and send reports to our inboxes.
They will always be remembered in the shadows of the desert, provided we keep telling their story.
📻 The voice cracks slightly before the broadcast ends. 📻
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