#askthebroadcaster

[the-broadcaster]

"Go against the grain!

Wake up late!

Go to bed early!

Taste the sunrise on your skin!

Sleep through the hottest parts of the day!

Become hell fire!

Punish those who impede your path!

Impose your exhaustion based wrath!

Live as a rebel until the very end!"

The anarchist broadcast on the television is quickly reduced to a comercial break. Though you could have sworn the woman screaming into the microphone was... wearing a television on her head. Things only seem to be getting crazier and crazier lately. As something dreadful this way stalks.

[the-broadcaster]

"The earth recycles so why can't you? :)"

[the-broadcaster]

"We lose something every time we give ourselves to somebody. No I don't mean sex. I mean opening ourselves up on a raw level, the type of level you fear sharing. Then because of this information leaving us we then fear what that person may do with such information. I don't know about you, my lovely listeners, but I have been hurt quite enough to last me several lifetimes. All I need are you all and a nice big strawberry martini to keep me company."

Somehow you seemed to have missed the first half of the show. Had she started early? Or had she simply not included it? Either way you are left feeling just as hurt as she. The poor Broadcaster had ended the show on a sour note. A bittersweet memory of what she shows usually were. Though in the midst of everything you find some peace of mind knowing she will be back again. Sooner rather than later.

[the-broadcaster]

"Welcome to the fabulous night-time talk show! I'm your host for this, and every evening, The Broadcaster! This new show is live from east Tilyi in the lovely western nebulas.

Today your tuned in to Tech Talk; the boldly worded truths of modern technology. Our topic of the day? Accessible wireless internet in high definition available in satellite for your humane needs, and space satellite for your otherworldly needs! This product is only avaliable for a limited time only so-"

Static fills the radio station as the host's voice is cut off, then suddenly it fades to silence. You feel a sense that this was done on purpose, though that too fades to confusion. What were you even listening to again? Who knows, maybe just some radio ad. Though a title sticks with you, The Broadcaster.

[the-broadcaster]

When you think that no one is watching? I am.

When you think that no one cares? I do.

I stand beyond the limits of space and time. In a world made of a static. Consuming your lives as my own personal entertainment.

We are not the same.

[the-broadcaster]

"I woke up and noticed that the months had changed. I noticed the days became colder, rainer, overcast and gloomy to some. To me though, nothing was more demure than standing in the rain under an umbrella."

Today's broadcast was short after long weeks without a single word from the television headed woman. It was almost cathartic how she admitted to her struggles in a way most would understand. The passing of time, a curious and troubling thing.

[the-broadcaster]

Enter challenger: The Broadcaster