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fandom_radio2013-12-15 02:48 am
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Fandom Radio, Saturday Evening
This was no morning broadcast, and there was no cheer in Handsome Jack's voice this time. Actually, he sounded like he was seething. Like he was outraged at the general insolence of it all. Maybe if they'd at least left his posters alone…?
"I thought I told all of you small town bandits not to do that. But did you listen? No. Why won't you bandits ever LISTEN? Always playing the goddamn hero, when I'm the only hero of this story, and everyone knows it!"
Way to sound a bit unhinged there, Jack. He huffed out a joyless chuckle.
"You're not leaving me any choices here! First off, I'm cutting off your little connection to Pandora. It was fun to watch you trying to get help in from there for a while, but they –- well, they are giving you fartoo many bad ideas for me to continue to allow that. No more of that for you. You're on your own. Not that it matters much anymore."
He took a breath, and his tone shifted to something closer to the one he'd been using all week, except with his annoyance bubbling right underneath the surface.
"Tomorrow afternoon, we're going to have the grand opening ceremony for the Vault. I will be there in person to cut the ribbon, and since you seem so set on getting to my digging site, you are all invited! I insist."
He paused.
"No really, I do."
That meant you were going to be forced to attend.
"My men will see to it that my insistence won't be in vain. Tomorrow, Fandom, you will face the true glory of Handsome Jack, Hyperion, and the Vault. So show up. No more funny business, we're done playing. Tomorrow, this will all be over."
End of broadcast.
"I thought I told all of you small town bandits not to do that. But did you listen? No. Why won't you bandits ever LISTEN? Always playing the goddamn hero, when I'm the only hero of this story, and everyone knows it!"
Way to sound a bit unhinged there, Jack. He huffed out a joyless chuckle.
"You're not leaving me any choices here! First off, I'm cutting off your little connection to Pandora. It was fun to watch you trying to get help in from there for a while, but they –- well, they are giving you fartoo many bad ideas for me to continue to allow that. No more of that for you. You're on your own. Not that it matters much anymore."
He took a breath, and his tone shifted to something closer to the one he'd been using all week, except with his annoyance bubbling right underneath the surface.
"Tomorrow afternoon, we're going to have the grand opening ceremony for the Vault. I will be there in person to cut the ribbon, and since you seem so set on getting to my digging site, you are all invited! I insist."
He paused.
"No really, I do."
That meant you were going to be forced to attend.
"My men will see to it that my insistence won't be in vain. Tomorrow, Fandom, you will face the true glory of Handsome Jack, Hyperion, and the Vault. So show up. No more funny business, we're done playing. Tomorrow, this will all be over."
End of broadcast.