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fandom_radio2009-04-04 08:20 pm
mouthy-merc.livejournal.com) wrote in fandom_radio2009-04-04 08:20 pm
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Fandom Radio, Saturday Evening
The radio crackled to life much earlier than normal this evening. But, oh no, there were no notes via squirrels this time. Instead...
"Man, it has been a long time since I've been in here. I wonder if they still have rum--Ah-HA! Found it! Oh, I missed this place so much."
Really, being warned off the PA only encouraged him to go to the radio station.
"...wait, this thing is on. Well, crap."
There was a squeal of a microphone as it was clearly being adjusted.
"Okay, kids and not so kids. Here's the deal. Voodoo. Yes, let's all talk in Jamaican accents as we say this 'bout da voodoo mon! We're working on getting something from the gremlins tonight, so let's just hope people don't end up thinkin' they're the Lich King and run after the zombies to pull them under their icy, icy thrall."
A beat.
"THRAAAAAAAALL! That one was for you, Weaz, buddy."
Ah, WoW references.
"So, there's a cure for this thing, kids. Take heart. Your buddies should come back to the land of the living as long as you don't kill them with fire in a tragic manner to mourn their death. Stay inside, stay safe and for the love of god, stop listening to Rogue Traders. It's a horrible ear worm and no one needs it. So... Who's with me tomorrow? We meet in the preserve and kick some righteous zombie ass! They can take out lives, but they'll never take our... okay, so they won't take our lives if the cure is correct. But it was a good quote, people."
"Man, it has been a long time since I've been in here. I wonder if they still have rum--Ah-HA! Found it! Oh, I missed this place so much."
Really, being warned off the PA only encouraged him to go to the radio station.
"...wait, this thing is on. Well, crap."
There was a squeal of a microphone as it was clearly being adjusted.
"Okay, kids and not so kids. Here's the deal. Voodoo. Yes, let's all talk in Jamaican accents as we say this 'bout da voodoo mon! We're working on getting something from the gremlins tonight, so let's just hope people don't end up thinkin' they're the Lich King and run after the zombies to pull them under their icy, icy thrall."
A beat.
"THRAAAAAAAALL! That one was for you, Weaz, buddy."
Ah, WoW references.
"So, there's a cure for this thing, kids. Take heart. Your buddies should come back to the land of the living as long as you don't kill them with fire in a tragic manner to mourn their death. Stay inside, stay safe and for the love of god, stop listening to Rogue Traders. It's a horrible ear worm and no one needs it. So... Who's with me tomorrow? We meet in the preserve and kick some righteous zombie ass! They can take out lives, but they'll never take our... okay, so they won't take our lives if the cure is correct. But it was a good quote, people."