While I go to fight for this station, to stand up to that suspicious and awful StrexCorp, you go to the

W E A T H E R.}

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{...representatives from StrexCorp are outside of my radio station. I know it is them, as no one else would wear those stupid lab coats. They are here. They have come to take the last hope that stands in their way: my Voice.

But I will win, Desert Bluffs.

I have heard the future, and *I will win*.

There's a loud banging sound that can be heard over the broadcast, and Kevin gasps, knocking over the mic. There are some muffled shuffling sounds before Kevin retrieves the mic, continuing his broadcast, but now in a whisper:

Isn't that just the best kind of news?}

[Morse coded message beneath the broadcast: They are coming STOP Lock your windows STOP Shutter your doors STOP We are sorry STOP They are coming STOP They are here STOP]

{Let's move on to take a look at today's tra—}

I am all that stands between them and their...Smiling God, taking over all of the Bluffs!
But...I'll let you in on a little secret, dear listeners.

I made a new friend, recently, and my new friend is from *the future*! He told me, that *I* win! That I defeat Strex, and save the radio station.

has grown, and I'm not even sure how things have gotten this out of hand!
I think...I think this radio station is all that's left. All that stands in between what they have, and what they don't yet have, and don't yet know that they won't have.

So, I'm sure all of you listeners here in the Bluffs know about Strex— that group of awful scientists in lab coats and suits that started as a small business venture here in our beautiful Desert Bluffs. Well, StrexCorp Synernists Inc, as they are now calling themselves,

There's a hiss of radio silence for a moment as Kevin collects himself, still staring at the page in his hand. He clears his throat again before continuing.

{Wow! What an...interesting and ominous announcement. Thank you, Secret Council of Four.

On to the rest of today's news!

'We're sorry. We're so sorry.
There's no stopping it now.
We tried. We really tried.
It's too late and we're so sorry.
Lock your windows, if the option to do so is available to you.
Shutter your doors, if you are physically capable of doing so.
We're so sorry.
So sorry.
They are coming.'}

{To start things off today Desert Bluffs, I've been asked to read an announcement from the Secret Council of Four.
...Oh dear...it's marked 'Urgent!'
The announcement reads:

Kevin grinned happily as he tapped the button to switch from his live mic to the up-beat intro music. He swayed to it a bit, humming it to himself. As the music faded, he cleared his throat and switched his mic on again.

found to have been neglectful to the living creature you take into your sad and unproductive life, you will be thrown into a van and driven to the far reaches of the middle desert.
Abandoned
Dumped
Neglected

Karma's a bitch.