*static, bits of noise*

Radio thread? Fucking a. Bring on Mad Marc.

*smacks radio* Work, consarn it!

>>3550865

*stutters to life*

HEY EVERYBODY DID THE NEWS GET AROUND
'BOUT A MAD CAT NAMED BUTCHER PETE
OL' PETE'S BEEN RUNNIN' ALL OVER TOWN
AND HE'S CHOPPIN' UP ALL THE WOMENS' MEAT

HE'S HACKIN' AND WHACKIN' AND SMACKIN'
HE'S HACKIN' AND WHACKIN' AND SMACKIN'
HE'S HACKIN' AND WHACKIN' AND SMACKIN'
HE'S HACKIN' AND WHACKIN', CHOPPIN' THAT MEAT

Remember: the ACC is always looking for new members!

>>3550879
Screw this, what's on Enclave Radio?

>>3550932

zzzbrkwwwrrk-ericans, I think it's time we had a little... chat. About... baseball.

>>3550865
--at's Across 110th Street by Bobby Womack. Hell of a song, kiddies! This's your favorite roadrunning gunslinger and tunesmith, MacD, bringing you a late-night broadcast. I can't sleep, why the hell should you? Night time is the right time for work. Escape the heat, grab a flashlight, and get twice the work done in half the time. Just try not to trip and break your fucking head. Let's see, what's next on the list.... here's a real treat for you, a personal favorite of mine. Bomfunk MCs, with Freestyler. HIT IT!
*station liner 4* KBIM FM and AM. Bringing you the good shit, because nobody else will. *hartman_excuse.mp3*

>>3550939
I think I've told the story here before, but a friend of mine who'd never played a Fallout game before went through the Vault, stepped out into the wasteland and tuned in to Enclave Radio. He listened to that little thing about baseball as he picked through the town outside the vault, then he turns to me and says "So, Enclave are badguys huh?"

The moral of the story is, DON'T FUCKING HIRE MALCOLM MCDOWELL IF YOU DON'T WANT PEOPLE TO IMMEDIATELY ASSUME HE'S THE FUCKING VILLAIN.

>>3551006

It could've easily been the ham-fisted American-zealot undertones.

Are any radio dramas playing tonight? :D

>>3551019
I fucking hope so, because my creativity well is starting to run dry here.

(Music winds down...)

And that was my man Tom Waits with "The Day After Tomorrow." That's new stuff that you'll only hear on WQEN, Birmingham, One-Oh-Three-Seven, The Q! Ya'll give a big, warm thanks to my associate Lucy for making all this new music possible-- she raided one of the old, downtown CD stores while I was passed out on top of my console and brought me back a metric fuckton of tunes. I'd give the girl a raise if I paid her in the first place!

News time, darlin's! The good Doc's been getting more and more reports about mutant activity. Don't know where they're comin' from-- maybe they're finally leaving the sticks, maybe they're from outta state and they're out of food? Who knows. But ol' Doc knows this: they're not your friend and they're sure as shit not mine. A pack of 'em devoured a whole town just north of Coosa County, so keep your family close and your pistols loaded.

And speaking of packing heat, if you live in Five Points South, remember: Martin and Malcom's Weapons Emporium is having their yearly repair weekend in two weeks. If you drop the boys' place with a shoebox's worth of canned goods, they'll repair anything they're capable of-- guns, armor, and hopefully your radio's so you can keep listening to ol' Doc talk her jive. Bring more than a shoebox's worth and they'll send you home with a box or two of ammo for your troubles! Remember: they're located in Five Points South across the street from the Tabernacle!

Finally, just letting you good folks know that your beloved Q is offically AY-CEE-CEE certified! You hear that, you raider fucks?! You come stomping around my tower again and it won't just be ol' Doc and Lucy hurling grenades at'cha! The Sheriff and his boys are on speed dial, whatever the fuck that is, and I'll call them down on you like the wrath of an angry god! Yeehaw and yippe-ki-yay, motherfuckers!

Now! Back to the music!

(Powerman 5000 - "Watch the Sky for Me" begins...)

>>3551052
>>3551019
Throw a fun idea my way and I'll whip something up. I can't sleep as it is.

>>3550958
I'm white as the driven snow and I fucking headbob to that. Now, I'm getting reports of mutants showing up. Check your fucking prejudice, people, I had one fix up my motorbike just recently! They're not all hostile psychos! Most of 'em are, but try waiting until they shoot first or snack on a human leg in front of you or something before you peel a cap. Oh, and the station has a mascot, now. Found the poor guy running around the old Winrock Mall building. Looked hungry, so I gave him some food. He started followin' me, and I've made a friend of him. So, stop on by and see Benny the six foot Roadrunner! First person to bring me a dozen sacks of decent seed for him wins a yugoslavian AK that I found, in real working condition! Here's a little Burning Brides for you, with Heart Full of Black.

Bumpin' dis.

>>3551166

A robot saves a hot dame from space lizards.

>>3550865
Broken Radio?

Try Sam's Scarpland Repairs! For all your Pre War, Post War and custom technology needs!

That's Sam's Scrapland Repairs, just look for us in the crashed bomber plane.

Mad Marc, paging Mad Marc. Dr. Nurse, paging Dr. Nurse.

>>3551283
(Oasis - "Do y'er wanna be a spaceman?" fades out...)

All right, baby dolls, it's that time again! Yes, time for another tale of programmed heroism and synthetic courage! Time for "The Adventures of Killbot 9000!"

(A warped sounding recording of an old, cheesy, cartoon-ish themesong starts up.)

When we last left out metallic, monocle'd marauder, he was battling it out with the ignoble iguanas from Scalesulon-9 in order to rescue the beautiful Kitty Wide from their craven conundrums! Will he save the dame and stop these vile villains?! Let's find out!

(Themesong fades out)

"Killbot-9000, look out!"
"Silence, human!"
"AAH!"
"How-dare-you-strike-Miss-Kitty, you-brigands."
"Pogona! Look out! He's charging his--"

(There is the sound of a laser being fired and then a high-pitched squeal of agony)

"H-He vaporized Pogona!"
"And-now-I-intend-to-do-the-same-to-you, old-chap."

(More lasers are fired. There is occasionally the sound of something blunt coming into contact with metal. At these moments, Miss Kitty offers up commentary like "Oh no, Killbot-9000!" or "Look out for the leadpipe!" With every corny laser blast, another space lizard is felled until...)

"That's quite enough, Killbot-9000!"
"Varanus. I-though-I-vaporized-you-back-on-Vernes-5."
"And so you did. But you see, my men were able to take the dust you made of me and regenerate that into flesh and cold blood and now here I stand to take revenge upon you AND your sweet Kitty Wide!"
"Not-if-you-Vaporizer-has-anything-to-say-about-it."
"You mean... the Vaporizer that just ran out of charge? Oh yes, I DO pay attention to these things, dear boy. Now! ENGARDE!"

(A sword is drawn.)

"I-guess-we'll-have-to-settle-this-like-gentlebots."
"Indeed."

(The sound of another blade being drawn is heard. Kitty gasps.)

"Do-not-fear-Miss-Kitty. I'll-box-this-bloke's-ears-before-you-can-say-bully. Have-at-thee!"

>>3551459
(A dramatic swordfight ensues. Between the agonized groans of Varanus and the painful bleeps of Killbot-9000, Miss Kitty resumes her running commentary. "Look out for that corpse!" "Oh no, Killbot-9000! He's going for ion synthesizer!" Finally, a finishing blow is dealt and Miss Kitty screams in terror. There is a long, tense pause.)

"Fear-not, Miss-Kitty. These-rapscallions-will-never-bother-you-again."
"OH, Killbot-9000! My hero!"
"Think-nothing-of-it,my-dear."
"HowEVER can I repay you?"
"I-need-no-rewards, madam. Protecting-you-is-a-reward-all-it's-own."
"Ohhh... you're... you're such a gentleman."

(Noisy kissing ensues.)

"All-in-a-days-work-for-the-monocle'd-marauder."

(The ending themesong begins to play as Killbot-9000 and Kitty Wide continue their passionate kiss.)


And that's all for tonight, sweethearts! Tune in tomorrow as our affected android battles it out with radioactive molemen from Maryland! And, in a shocking turn of events, must face horrible betrayal! See you then, kiddies!

>>3551464
That Killbot-9000 truly is the Bees Knees.

Now I've got to rack my brain to think of something to post.

>>3551370
Y'know, paging me would work better if I had a pager or something. You wanna get in touch with me, my email's up over in Bones' LP.

>>3551538
Seriously, man. I've been away from /tg/ for a while and I just stumbled over these threads.

>>3551459
>>3551464

You are a hero.

Or heroine, whichever.

>>3551179
MacD here, with a bit of news! A couple of APD officers running the graveyard beat stopped by the station with a juicy bit of info, and you, my late-night faithful, get to hear it first. Tomorrow, six in the morn, a market is opening in the old fairgrounds. Bring out your wares and set up a tent or a table, or come out and sample the finest scavved goods the A-B-Q has to offer. This is a legit market, kiddies, no slavers allowed. If you come looking to sell someone, expect a bullet in your fucking head, like you deserve, you sorry sack of shit. If I wasn't cooped up in the station I'd be running raids on you sick fucks. As it is I kill you when I find you. Pricks, the lot of you. Here's a little Cheap Trick with Surrender, which is what you shithouse pieces of trash should do so we can kill you easily.
*station liner 5* *doubtfire_hello.mp3* This is KBIM FM 101.5 and AM 910, bringing you the best of whatever we can scavenge! with your DJ, *joker_freaklikeme.mp3* MacD. *joker_herewego.mp3* *joker_laugh.mp3*

>>3551603
Holy shit, MacD, I wish I could hear your broadcasts IRL. I can just HEAR the Mrs. Doubtfire "HELLOOOO."

>>3551618
Well, once I get my shit set up, you will. I got audacity, and 99% of the *.mp3s are stuff I've downloaded from soundboard.com soundboards. I need to splice the cartman one out of a bigger clip, though. It's the whole classroom scene from the movie instead of just "fuck fuckity fuck fuck fuck."

>>3551650
Whups, meant Audition, not Audacity.

(The Ditty Bops - "Angel with an Attitude" winds down, albeit full of static.)

And we're back, babies. If you're just tuning in and wondering "hey, Doc! What the fuck's up with the tunes?" the answer is this: apparently, those Raider fuckheads took my dare seriously and showed up with a rocket launcher, the assfucks. The tower took a hit or two and my girl Lucy's got a nice new scar on her face, but we're both still alive and kicking.

Fortunately, the Sheriff showed up a few minutes after I got a'hold of 'em and dragged every last one of those sons of bitches out to old Vulcan and hung 'em from the rafters. Think any more assholes coming into town will get the message? Don't fuck with Barons, you bitches.

But hey! We got some beefcake out of the deal! I want all you folks at home to give a warm welcome to Jesse from the Yoo-ab part'a town. Jesse here helps run the old tech shop in Yoo-ab with his pop, and he's here to fix my tower!

"Uh... Doc... I'd like to get back to work, y'know."

Yeah, yeah! Just give the folks out there a quick hello! They don't bite.

"Some of them do."

Not over the radio, they don't.

"Ugh... Hey, folks."

See? That wasn't so bad. I'll let you get back to work now. Besides, when you're workin', I get a better look at that tight little backside of your's! Oh, why're you blushing like that?

Anyways, angels, we'll be back in a minute with the news! Until then, you're listening to One-Oh-Three-Seven, the Q! The finest damn radio station in Dixie and we're here for you!

(cue Billy Joel's "Only the Good Die Young"...)

*In the Hall of the Mountain King comes to a winding close*

And a fine fuck you all from CEMO 1010 AM, broad casting loud and clear from the ruins of some old high school near a scraped naval ship yard in the podunk town of Port Orchard.

We are back up and running despite a few dozen raids by the local mutants and their herders. If you are ever in some hostile turf, set up a kill zone. Force them to all come at you from one direction, and make them come a few at a time. Old grating, tables, just about anything that will force them to go the way you want. The dumber they are, the better your chances the death trap will work.

Well, now that the little survival tip of the day is given, I think it's time to get back to some music.... Speaking of, I am willing to pay good ammo or food for any new music I do not already have in stock. Get me an undamaged hard drive full of the stuff, and you can score yourself a fine suit of high grade military combat armor.

But without further ado...

*Daft Punk "Robot Rock" clicks on*

bumpin!

>>3551603
Well, folks, that was a longer set of music than I normally play. Hope you enjoyed it! Seems some local slavers took offense to what I had to say. They're all dead now, and I've made a nice stack of their bodies outside the station, because I am artistic like that! It was a good fight, I came close to dying more than once, but in the end, right won out, and I got some nifty new trinkets out of the deal. Here's a little something to honor my victory. Chumbawumba, with Tubthumping. Right now, I think I'll take a lager drink AND a cider drink.
*station liner 6* Other stations: *madashell.mp3* Us. *katt_hard.mp3*(Katt Williams. "You angry at BREAKFAST, nigga? You gangbangin' on bacon, nigga? This is..") Them? *vietnam_insomniacs.mp3* (Robin Williams: Montovani? They put Montovani to insomniacs who don't respond to strong drugs!) Us? *rhod_allnight.mp3* KBIM 101.5 FM and 910 AM. We do you right.

>>3551856
yesssss.

>>3551538
[Brain Racking Complete.]

Afternoon, Greater Melbourne Wasteland, you're listening to ATOMIC FM, with your DJ in the main frame, Metro Jay! How's that heat wave been treating you?

[Weather scanning: complete.]
[Current temperature: 45 oC.]

Damn, well if want a tip on how to beat that heat, I reckon you get down to the Cinema at Melbourne Center. It seems after a look of work, they've manage to get that Air Conditioning working again. However if your after a movie, I afraid you're outta luck, as it seems most of all the films that were in the cinema were ever destroyed or looted.

So I think it's time for another ATOMIC BOUNTY!

[Play: 'The Good, The Bad and The Ugly' theme.]

Today's bounty, a complete film, be it pre-war or something you whipped while out it wastes. Just get it to Scouter Dee at the Cinema for your chance to not only win $500 in COLD HARD CASH.

[Play: 'Ka-Ching' sound.]

But also a limited edition Killbot 9000 Top hat. So get searching, bounty hunters.

However if you can't make it to Melbourne Center, it seems a few Mercs over in Fitzroy have managed to retake the Swimming Pool from the mutant fish monsters and are now hosting a Pool Party. So bring some chips and get down there.

Here's some music to help you guys cool down. It's the Aquabats with Pool Party.

[Play: "Aquabats_Pool Party" Song.]

Is this still 'ere? Fuckinay.

Well, MacD is tired as fuck and having an intestinal mutiny, so I'll post more later, I think. Now is time for sleep. Sorry, all.

Oh, and thanks to all yous guys who've been postin' tonight. Kind of a slow night.

>>3551974
Godspeed with the intestinal difficulties. Meanwhile, the Doc is still here. Just need to think of some more shit. I just drank two bigass cups of coffee and downed some adderall, so I think I'll be here for a while.

--od Afternoon and greetings wastelanders of England! You're listening to your Ghoul buddy Undead Fred on Albion Radio, coming to you live from the once proud and prestigious BBC Radio building.
From the warped cliffs of Dover to the rubble of Newcastle, I'm bringing you news and tunes to make your days a little brighter.
Speaking of news, time to turn your volume up so that you can all hear this;
Remember those reports of Raiders assaulting folks from the Thames in an old pre-War barge? Well those wankers have sank without trace into the river, after some valiant lads from Fort Romford turned their terrorising tug-boat into scrap metal.
Nice work lads, but next time, try to save the boat. Would be an easier way of crossing the river then chancing the Underground.
And now for your Audio enjoyment, a new song that some nice blokes scavved from the remains of Oxford Street. Here's Cliff Richard with Summer Holiday.

O Blessed Machine, we beseech thee in our endevour for music. Praise the Omnissiah as I recite the Litany of Work You Fucking Thing and strike the blessed machine with the holy wrench until such a time that the evil spirits have left it, even should it cease to function entirely.

>>3552140
Oh snap, England up in dis

>>3552174
"...nomican, going da...orcements not co...error unsuppl...rone help u..." *static*

>>3552190
...I shall continue my litanies.

WORK YOU FUCKING THING! *SMASH*

>>3552198
"...ost in war...o more rounds in...errun us THE...nd now, some mu...cution of the fa...in B Fla..." *static*

What the hell are you idiots doing?

>>3552222
Being bored at 6AM.

>>3551112
Recorded this one. Sorry it turned out so shitty. My laptop's mic is horrible. I'd do fancy things to it if I wasn't half asleep. Never done this thing before, but getting the hang of it.

http://www.mediafire.com/?t0zwlvkmyto

You listen to 113.1 FM, that's ATOMIC FM, I'm your host, Metro Jay.

It's that time once, all you Style loving wastelanders, For Monarch's Fashion Corner!

[Monarch AI: Upload]

Good Morning, Little Wastleland. It is I Monarch, on my own personal mission to make the the Wasteland Beautiful, one person at a time.

Let's jump right into those letters. The first one says."Dear Monarch, I'm an armor plated mercenary of death, but I love colour. What can I do?"

Well this one's quite easy. All you need a few buckets of paints which can easily be found in any hardware, art or hobby store. Then just give your power armour a got coat of paint to add a world of colour to deadly job. Remember, it'll look better if you use two layers of thinner paints than one thick layer.

Our next letter says "I've chosen to become a bounty hunter and was wonder what kind of outfit I should be wearing for my new line of work."

Well, in my opinion, you can't beat a good old western cowboy outfit. With a just a wide brim hat and poncho or leather long coat, you're sure to put fear in any wrong doers in west, partner, Mmm-mm. For something a little closer to home, why not add a metal helmet or large bread for that Bush Ranger look?

Well sadly, that looks like all the time we have for this week. Keep on sending those letters in, darlings.

[Metro Jay AI: upload.]

Hey, hey thanks for that, Monarch, (guy's a bit of a nut,) be sure to tune in again same time, next week for more Monarch's Fashion Corner. Now, some music.

[Play: "Meatloaf_Bat out of hell.] Song.]

hmm, post apocalyptic radio station? sounds like Six String Samurai to me...

IT'S Radio Albion, with me, Undead Fred. Here to broadcast and blather on until the world ends... again.
And now it's time for a little news update ladies and gentleman, and you're going to love this!
Space Marines! At least they think they are. Yes, it's the gang of power armored nutters from Nottingham that are saving the planet "For the Emperor!"
Seems they've run into a problem with 'Necrons'. Or as we better know them, the Iron Lady's Thatcher-Bot battalion. They're currently fighting it out on the remains of the M1, so if you're heading north, make different travel arrangements.
But if you want to mix it up with the Iron Lady's mechanical marauders, or fancy your chances of becoming on of the 'Emperor's Finest', grab a gun and help 'em out, and don't forget to tell 'em Undead Fred sent ya.
And now for the The Specials and Ghost Town... Reminds me of home.

Hey, it's Danny D back with you at the top of the hour with some news.

Water treatment facility Alpha is scheduled for more repairs next Tuesday. Facility Administrator George Mann says that the facility will only be shut down for three hours, starting at one PM. Afterwords it should once again perform at peak efficiency. He apologizes for the difficulties as of late, and promises that policy revisions are in the works to prevent this from happening again.

General Tog revealed the latest work of the Societarial Reclamation Corps today; they have successfully recreated the necessary conditions to run a computer network over wide distances. He also admitted that this was the reason behind the recent excursions into outside territories. Should the worker quota be met, he promises a computer in every home on the network by the end of three years.

General Tog also gave an update on the construction of the Great Barrier. Though work is slow and continually foiled by raiders, all work on the Southern territories should be done by the end of next month. He also requests that you report to your local PO to pay honor to those who have died securing our defense for future generations.

Emily Harker has announced another performance at Hope Amphitheater on July 27 at seven PM. She was equally pleased to report that the government is willing to pay half of the cost for tickets.So if you haven't seen her live yet, folks, this is your best opportunity. Just remember to bring water, leave your weapons at home, and have fun.

Lastly, the military has reported that the Outland Survey Corps discovered four trucks that had been hauling cigarettes. Even better, they weren't hot. Those of you with the cash to afford it can begin applying to purchase on the eighth.

That's it for now. More at the top of the next hour. Now, Emily Harker performing The March of Solace.

Is it bad that I want to write fluff/setting about some of these communities?

No, it's good. That's half the point.

You're listening to B-B-B-BaltCom Radio! That's right, your favorite station in Scandinavia and the Baltics (what's left of them) transmitting from a lonely oil platform out here in the middle of the Baltic Sea. I've got a few guys from NATO-2 here, come by to share some war stories from their recent tour up in Lutheran Unity territory. We've also our very own Surveyor Reporter Karl-Henrik Mattson on the line, with the latest info from the St Petersburg wasteland. But for now, just sit back and relax - BaltCom is here for all your listening needs! Here's one of my personal faves: Roxette - Joyride.

Damn, there's already an Australian survivor station. This is awesome though.

----morning, you're listening to the BBE, British Broadcasting Enclave, live from the remains of Bush House. And now the news read by Charlotte Green.

Good morning. A raiding boat thought to be from the Islington Protectorate has been sunk with no survivors. Fighters believed to be from the Fort Rumford gang engaged the crew with salvaged firearms and improvised explosive devices in a battle lasting more than an hour, ultimately destroying the boat and it's cargo. Salvage attempts are ongoing.

The Rump Parliament has called a session to elect a replacement Prime Minister following the savage attack last week on The Rt. Hon. Tony Benn by an anti-ghoul mob. The former London Mayor Boris Johnson is thought to be the favourite to win, although his rival "Red" Livingstone has garnered vocal support from several gangs and mutant tribes. Mr. Benn hopes to return to politics as soon as he is able, and writes to the BBE that a substantial reward is available to anyone who has information leading to the capture of-------

>>3552647

----breed of nutritious algal slime has been harvested from the sewer farms of the Embankment. "Pus Blossom", named after its distinctive colour and smell, is being traded in small amounts by the river tribes. "Harpoon" Jackson, leader of one of the largest collectives, told reporters
"We want batteries, petrol and canned food. Be at Camden Tuesday next, usual prices. And if you bastards from Islington try anything again you're going to get a right thumping, right?

A BBE executive has called for the death of the pirate radio enthusiast known as "Undead Fred". Mr. Fred, who operates from the ruins of BBC Broadcasting House, is accused of using BBC recording and transmitting equipment without the permission of surviving members of the BBC. Graham Dixon, formerly a work-experience student at Broadcasting House but now self-appointed Head of Programming for the BBE, has expressed his wish to see "that bloody ghoul's head put on a spike and paraded through the streets". However, other members of the Enclave are known to be less hostile to Mr. Fred, and would like his permission to attempt to salvage the BBC archives. They have made it known that they are willing to trade Mr. Dixon for access.


Thanks Charlotte. We'll be speaking to Mr. Livingstone about his policies on human / mutant interaction in a few hours time, but for now here's Woman's Hour with Jenn---

*After playing Daft Punk, some Vanilla Ice, a bit of Metallica and Apocalyptica*

Welcome back to CEMO 1010, broadcasting to you from the Kitsap Isle! Don't give me any crap over the air ways "On the map it's a peninsula" Well not any more folks. Recent earth quakes and ol' Mount Rainer blowing it's top have turned this wonderful little chunk of hell into an island.

Lucky for your's truly, the Pungent Sound has plenty of sea faring folks who are willing to risk orca pod attacks for the chance to get some of the untainted fish around here.

I can tell you, my good listeners, that you could not get me to step foot near the shore line. Mostly because I don't have any feet. Damn orcas snapped them clean off. Those freaky, formerly finned fucktards will come walking right out of the water if you are close to it.

But don't worry, gentle listeners, I got my handy dandy DJ, Servitron-100 to haul me around when I need to go out.

Speaking of, the station here is starting to run out of spare parts. If anyone can come across some old electronics, I would be willing to part with some good food, grown by myself. I hope you don't mind cornapples or wheatberries.

But now ladies and gentleghouls, I will leave you to the musical methods of DJ Servo. This is Earl EZ, signing off.

Hit it, you glorious metal bastard!

*The next three hours would be filled by some wonderfully made trance and electronic music*

(Flogging Molly - Factory Girls winds down...)

G-good morning, Dixie wasteland. The good Doc is too hungover to function-- (vague sounds of someone hurling up their guts)-- ugh... S-so I'm havin' to cover for her. This is L-Lucy Jordan on Birmingham's hit station-- 103.7, the Q...

(more hurling)

Oh man...

Uh! Right! The news!

The C-Club is supposed to reopen tomorrow night if the weather is agreeable, according to general manager Hank Mills. What was once one of Birmingham's oldest clubs in town has been converted into multiple, low rent cubicles. They've e-even managed to get the water running again, so there will be showers available every three days to residents. The only c-caveat? Daily cleanliness inspections. Mr. Mills explained they're trying to reestablish sanitary living here in Birmingham, starting w-with the Club.

And... speaking of cleanliness, Brookwood medical has, ah... has... (shuffling of papers) oh god, i'm missing a page...

(More agonized vomiting in the background, followed by a slurred groan of "Lucyyyy... I think I'm gonna DIE...")

Oh god, boss, please don't die. I can't do this show... Oh man...

U-uh! We'll be right back with the... with the rest of the show and the daily weather predictions...

I... I'm gonna go, uh, hold Doc's hair...

Oh yeah! Music! Uh... here's the man in black himself, Mr. Cash, with "Ring of Fire."

("Oh god, Lucy, I think that's one of my kidneeeeys...")

Oh, christ...

>>3552601
>Damn, there's already an Australian survivor station. This is awesome though.

We could always use more Aussie Radio. Speaking of which.

Ladies and Gentlemen, it's your favorite Automatic DJ, Metro Jay, on ATOMIC FM, online and going live from the heart of Melbourne, the world's most livable wasteland.

Spot of news for you today, a guy by the name of 'Captain Thomas Crown' managed to find himself a working sea worthy ship and is now seeking crew for an Voyage to find the lost city of 'Adelaide.' So if the idea of Exploring, Adventure and spending a long period of time at sea, I recommend signing up.

[Scanning data for 'Pre-End Adelaide.']

All though according to what I've got on Adelaide in my Dj Databanks, I've got to wonder why anyone would bother to try and find the place.

Now to send these guys on safe voyage, here's that old sea shanty: 'South Australia.'

[Play: "South Australia.]

<static hissing>
Hello? Is there anybody left out there? My name is Emma Wright I<static hissing>ing for any survivors left in <static>sby. If you can h<static>is then please send help, we need medical assistance and food....

Wait, Melbourne? Who'd wanna transmit from Melbourne? Didn't the Reds turn it into a crater? If not, they fuckin' should've.

*One Minute To Midnight by Justice fades out early*
Alright, sorry to cut your revelry short, partners. It's your favourite, and only, Newsreader, Mack.
It's 1300 Hours here at Coastal Radio headquarters, and I've got some good news for a change.
Looks like Cerberus Unit, that bunch of "Patriot's Army" Renegades, have finally made good on their promise to reestablish land travel routes. Now, here's the kicker: They're establishing topside fortifications at most of the Network Exits on or near the old Highway, from Byron Bay to as far south as Newcastle, and are taking in all comers to help expand on some of the better defended checkpoints.
Now, I'm looking at you, isolated communities. It's... just not safe out there anymore. Please, for the good of our sanity, or mine at least, get your asses coastward and set up shop with these boys. You'll have better numbers, better access to The Network, and most importantly, trained soldiers with big fuck-off guns watchin' yer back.
Oh, and this is a shout out to all those topside Raider gangs who've been using the station to coordinate raids, and I -know- you're listening right now: don't even fucking try that shit again, you hear me? Head back to Uluru and your Big Ugly Buddies, where you belong. These tunnels? They're ours, you fucking dogs. We airlocked and gassed your buddies last month, and we'll do the same to you.
*cough*

>>3553299
Er, now, to finish on a lighter note, two things.
First up, the bounty is still open on any and all still fuctioning music or mp3 players found by you scavengers. We're paying well, and we got all sorts of leads, cables, plugs and jacks here to add the music you find to the station's repertoire. 350 bucks can keep you alive for quite some time.
And second, we got our wide-range radio receiver up and running, I don't know the specifics but we've been picking up all kinds of shit across the country, and even more from overseas. Hell, a bunch of Yanks even sent me some form so I can tell 'em all about our little operation. Of course, I'm not gonna blab everything to 'em. You can trust me to keep us safe. Oh, and here's a friendly shout out to the Tin Man that's been keeping the Melbourne Wastes up to date and dancing. Metro.. Joe? I wrote it down somewhere... anyway. That was the news, bushmen and bourgeouise. Back to that one, beautiful, all-unifying wonder of human achivement then. To celebrate Cerberus Unit's redeeming work, here's a track by a man native to Metro Joe's part of the topside, Gotye.
*Learnalilgivinanlovin by Gotye starts playing*
*Coastal Radio. If you can't dance to it, you're not trying.*

>>3552667
Goooood morning everyone, it's Albion Radio with your favorite decaying DJ, Undead Fred.
It's time for another rousing roundup of the events in the Wastes of England; and what with the recent crackdown in Westminister by the British Enclave, we've a lot to get through!
The 'Islington Protectorate', as those raiding bastards like to be known as, have been hitting those poor sods at Fort Romford as hard as they can. Seems that barge was their main source of income. Word is though that all the noise is drawing all the Ferals from the Dagenham rad-zone, so both parties better watch out.
The Space Marines of Nottingham have managed to fight off the Thatcher-bots after some roaming mercenaries from Manchester helped send the mechs to the great Scrapyard in the sky. Best place for them, if you ask me.
And of course, that knob Graham Dixon has been whining about 'his' building again.
Graham, I'll tell you the same thing I've told you a thousand times, Fuck off and die! I'm here in this building because the land needs to be informed about the truth, not statements riddled with whatever shit you think passes for fact. You take one step into this building, and I will eat your face! I don't care how greasy or bland you might taste, don't think I won't.
Anyway, enough of this madness and moaning, here's something to help wake you up, and it's dedicated to the BE. It's God Save The Queen by the Sex Pistols. Enjoy!

>>3553115
Still better than Adelaide. Northern Rivers representin' btw.

>>3553378
So long as you're not Gold Coast, I won't tie you up and leave you to the Super Mutants.

So in Aus, we have Atomic FM from the depths of Melbourne, and Coastal Radio from... somewhere on the north coast of New South Wales? In a network of tunnels and bases going from Brisbane to Newcastle at least. Why the hiding underground? Australia didn't get -more- lethal, did it?

>>3553321

-------Boop. Boop. Boop. BOOOOOOOOP. It’s Twelve O’clock. Here is the news by the BBE.

Curfew has been brought forward to six pm tonight following sightings of feral tribespeople from Radiation Containment Zone: Dagenham in central London. Enforcers are advising the public to stay indoors and not to panic. Experts believe that the tribespeople have been drawn by the ongoing conflict between Fort Romford and the Islington protectorate, now entering its second consecutive month.

A new religious organisation has claimed a number of museums, including the Natural History Museum and the Science Museum as holy temples. The “Cult Mechanicus” state that they intend to reclaim all of the knowledge lost following the cataclysm, and as one of their first acts will attempt to restart the Underground. Reports of “Techpriests” attempting to build a transmitter in the former BT tower are thus far unconfirmed.

Graham Dixon, former BBE head of programming, has gone missing. Mr. Dixon recently issued controversial proposals to reclaim Broadcasting House from squatters, but following disagreement with other BBE management staff resigned his post. Eyewitness reports place Mr. Dixon in the vicinity of Broadcast House in Portland Place on Monday night, but stories that he was chained to a lamp post with a bow on his head are unconfirmed. Enforcers have so far declined to comment on the case, but have ruled out foul play. The investigation continues.

Thanks John. Now, after a anonymous gift of archived recordings, it’s time to play everyone’s favourite panel game. Remember the rules: no hesitation, repetition or deviation!

*Minute waltz plays*

Iiiiiiiit's Albion Radio! With your putrid host, Undead Freeeeed!
Good evening all, hope you're still alive and listening to the show, because have I got a surprise for you!
We have a very special guest in the studio tonight, as after reaching an agreement with a few... acquaintances, we have none other the Graham Dixon in the studio!
Say "hello" Graham... if you can through that gag in your mouth. Hah
Anyway, on with the show!
The Nutters from Nottingham have been exploring the wasteland and have finally made it to London. Never thought I'd be so happy to see a man with more metal in his face then a shrapnel victim. Anyway, I've been asked to pass on a request for any pre-war tech, as the Mechanicus are looking to "Sooth the cries of the machine spirit". So if you've got a faulty toaster, pop over to the Science Museum. Tell 'em Undead Fred sent ya!
Fighting in the Essex area continues between the mob out of Islington and Fort Romford, mainly to try and stop the never-ending tide of ferals that are streaming out of Dagenham. If they're not too careful, the Slavers over in Lakeside Mall are going to storm in and collar every last one of 'em.
And finally, we have a contest for five of you lucky listeners to come down to the studio and punch Graham in the face! All you have to do is this; We need more reports on the Independent Nation of Cornwall and the crazies in the south-west. Whispers from that area have made mention of a plan to try and annex the area known as Thorpeopolis in Slough. But I need facts people, not tales.
So if you know the word, spread it here, and then maybe spread Graham's face across the wall!
...I'm kidding Graham, stop squirming!
And now for your late night listening, we have a little special treat; it's The Who and My Generation. Or what's left of it.

(The Foo Fighters - Long Road to Ruin fades out...)

And a good afternoon to you to, beautiful Dixie. Sorry about this morning, but Jesse found a stockpile of aged whiskey in a storage closet that we didn't even know existed. So we celebrated a bit too hard and... well, poor Lucy just nearly had a heartattack. The good news is that I DIDN'T hurl up any major organs.

Now for a Public Service Announcement: I got word from the guard tower at Malfunction Junction that a group of Slavers were spotted out towards what's left of Fultondale. At least twenty of them and all packing major heat. If you live out near that area, either get the hell out of dodge or start sleeping with your shotgun. If you got kids, don't let 'em play outside for the next few days. Those sick fucks love hauling in little youngin's and selling 'em off to any pervert with enough cash.

Sheriff Coop and some of his boys will be headed out that way soon, so if you can't get out, barricade yourself in and sit tight. Amuse yourself with the pleasant tunes of Birmingham's hit station while Coop lays down the law here in Baron country.

Speaking of... This is Shiny Toy Guns and "Ghost Town."

>>3553851
Everyone's the same motherfucker on the radio and fallout 3 just reinforced that shit.

Fuck it man, there's other styles of djing

>>3554107
Because it's an easy way to describe the culture of different towns. Other threads had numbers stations and stations in German and Spanish. Why don't you write one up in a different DJing style? I mean, it's all in good fun, plus you get to see the different music tastes of other fa/tg/uys. All of these threads have given me good ideas about a post-Apoc. game, too.

>>3553851


-----evening. This week we as a nation have come face to face with one of the problems of living in post-cataclysmic age. As hostilities between the different factions of the Independent Nation of Cornwall, the Council of Cornish Nationalists, Independent Cornwall, the Peoples Republic of Cornwall and Kernow Tor reaches fever pitch, more and more people are beginning to ask is it----------------

-------Some, like the Enforcers or the Iron Ladies, argue that only by strictly controlling a community and occasionally exiling outgroups to the Wastes can the human race survive. Others, like--------

------------------------to say nothing of the devastating conflict known as the Islington War. Should we, as a people, continue to act as independent groups, with all the freedom and potential for violence that entails? Or should we attempt to reforge our national identity and national unity, giving up liberties which some say are God given? ? That’s The Moral Maze tonight. Our panel: Roger Jackson, Thames trader and muck farmer, the religious authority and mechanic Magos Drexler, Greater London Enforcer Solomon Barnes, and former PM Boris Johnson.

Mr. Johnson, should the primary concern for survivors---------

Boris Johnson survives the Apocalypse? THERE IS A GOD!!!

[Bun B – Swang on Em, fades out into the background.]

Welcome back to the Big WAAX, AM 570 serving what's left of the burned out husk of Gadsden. Your previous host, Jay Holland has been liquidated for being a tool of the forces that tried to keep us down and subservient for too long. So for now, I'm going to keep my identity...hidden so as to avoid loyalists and such trying to make the same thing happen to me. Call me...Red Storm, that sounds...decent. So for those of you that have been under a rock, or on a trade run to the A for a week or so lets recap.

Commandant Means has been lying to us for years, telling us that Birmingham was left to the criminals, and that Huntsville's been glassed over by a nuclear attack on Redstone Arsenal. He's used this information to keep us here under his control for years, building his little pet projects, like trying to turn Lee Brass and Gulf State Steel into weapons factories for his jack-booted thugs. It's pretty hard to keep believing that lie, though when there's suddenly a radio station in Birmingham with supposedly enough power to reach Florida. So we did the only thing we could do to a tyrant like him. We have to get rid of him for the good of our common communities, and we are winning! Right now, the loyalist forces are confined to the police station at Walnut and 1st, and to Naylor Hall at State.

Now just because we get rid of thieves, petty thugs, and frontrunners, that doesn't mean we can relax. We still need the combined effort of all the populace to work on rebuilding the town, prepping crops for planting season, and to re-establish connections with the rest of the world. But killing overbearing assholes like Means is a good start.

>>3555405

Now for some music...you'll notice the play list has changed somewhat to suit the tastes of the people. Thank god, I don't think I could take anymore Skynard or Alabama. Next update, we talk about what to do with the Loyalist scum in our cities...maybe even next door!

[Young Dro – Take Off starts playing]

Can't stop the signal, baby.

(...The Music – Freedom Fighters ends)

Good Morning Florida! Sky High Mike for the morning news here at WFLC 97.3 FM. The sky is blue and the sun is beating down, morning temperature is a nice and cool 108'F, another cool winter day. So, most of you in the Treasure Coast have already heard, but lately pieces of old war fighter jets have been washing up on the beaches, F22 cockpits, rusty sidewinders and rumors of some kids dragging a GAU-8 through the sand. It's a big rush, so just remember, if you find anything, bring it down to the Miami Metro Market and get those goods out there. There's bound to be someone who needs them.

Next, word from our friend Allen Fields and his combat engineers; they have ceased their recruitment drive and are moving out to Palm Beach to assist the Turkey Point Expansionist Militia in pacifying the area now that the fires have gone out. The plan is to get the place cleaned up and habitable so you fuckers can stop crowding up Miami.

The trade schooner from Newport News Virginia has departed. They said they'll be back in 6 months, possibly with.. get this.. cattle. Actual cattle. Just think people.. actual milk and beef. About damn time, I've got 20 year old boxes of cereal just waiting for a taste.

Well, that's all for now, I'll be back with the lunchtime broadcast, I'm leaving you with.. U2, In the Name of Love.

>>3552485
I already fluffed out my area 3 threads ago when I first started in this.

You know, we could all get together and actually formulate a setting based on what's been reported so far and gluing it all together.

>>3557228
It made me grin when Three Dog said that. Fuck yeah, Browncoat solidarity!

Melburnians, this is the DJ in the box, Metro Jay on ATOMIC FM. News Time, boys and girls.

The trading ship, 'The Queens Guard' has arrived from the northern coast and is now docked in Port Melbourne. If you want some exotic goods, then head on down there.

And in sports, The West Melbourne Ruins Cricket Team were disqualified for the illegal use of a flame thrower.

Now, here's the Aquabats with Look at me, I'm a winner.

[Play: "Aquabats_Look_at_me_Im_a_winner"]