Nightshift 20; Radio Post #1
Dec. 28th, 2006 05:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
damned_radioWith a static click, the radios turned on. Static gave way to the mournful wailing of a saxophone. The smooth voice the mysterious man who seemed to control the airways soon overlapped it.
“Well, well, well, it’s nighttime again and I see we’ve got another crop of birds and daddies. Welcome to that place where hope runs dry and terror runs high. Watch your step, the troubles creeps out like the shadow when the lights go off. I am the light that guides your way, the sole beacon in this stormy dome. I am the king hep cat, my boots are on, I am the alpha and omega of the walls that trap you. I know all and see all and I tell you what I can. Remember cats and kitties, you are always being watched.
“Forget holiday cheer and fake joy, you know by now this is all fake. A farce a front a fantasy of macabre proportions. Nothing is real, not in the way you know it. Not one of you can comprehend the evil that surrounds you, the danger, the depravity… do you ever wonder about those who fall by the way? I wouldn’t, if I were you.
“But enough doom and gloom, my friends. It’s time to get Mr Big Bad Intercom Man all het up. You know the drill. I’ve got the skinny for you, the real down low. Here’s your tip for tonight: the dead speak. If you’re willing to listen, that is. And let me tell you, the dead know where it’s at. And the number of the dead is six and one.
But be careful. The dead draw a crowd. A dangerous crowd.
That’s all for now. See you on the flip side.
If you survive.”
“Well, well, well, it’s nighttime again and I see we’ve got another crop of birds and daddies. Welcome to that place where hope runs dry and terror runs high. Watch your step, the troubles creeps out like the shadow when the lights go off. I am the light that guides your way, the sole beacon in this stormy dome. I am the king hep cat, my boots are on, I am the alpha and omega of the walls that trap you. I know all and see all and I tell you what I can. Remember cats and kitties, you are always being watched.
“Forget holiday cheer and fake joy, you know by now this is all fake. A farce a front a fantasy of macabre proportions. Nothing is real, not in the way you know it. Not one of you can comprehend the evil that surrounds you, the danger, the depravity… do you ever wonder about those who fall by the way? I wouldn’t, if I were you.
“But enough doom and gloom, my friends. It’s time to get Mr Big Bad Intercom Man all het up. You know the drill. I’ve got the skinny for you, the real down low. Here’s your tip for tonight: the dead speak. If you’re willing to listen, that is. And let me tell you, the dead know where it’s at. And the number of the dead is six and one.
But be careful. The dead draw a crowd. A dangerous crowd.
That’s all for now. See you on the flip side.
If you survive.”
