Post by Quietly on Jun 8, 2006 2:04:30 GMT -5
Get those radios ready; 10 PM rolls around in Kaikura.. and for anyone who knows of the Press Union, they know which station to tune to.
Sure enough, crackling white noise dims, and is replaced with speech shortly after.
"I- --is thi-- on? Uhhh.... Ohshit, yeah, we're starting!
Uhmn.. good evening, fellow furres. This is the Free Press Union. This is the 2200 hour broadcast, June 8th.
This is Jet Oratorio reporting tonight."
The furre sounds quite young.. a teenager, but a well-presented voice. The sound of shuffling paperwork is heard.
"First and foremost, I'd like to talk about something. This broadcast is paid for out of our own pockets.. and we're not rich individuals. This isn't a cry for help, though.. no, see, I mention this because today, I spent SIX SETA A GALLON on gas, and I would like to extend a very special 'fuck you' to the Tantra Element for spraying more bullshit nonsense on my fucking car again. I am not going to drive around and advertise your shit if you're going to try and interupt ours. I swear to god, I have three bullets for each of your heads. If any of you ever try to fuck with ANY of us IN PERSON, then I'm going to bend you right over, and s--"
The broadcast ceases a moment, cut off by laughter.
"Oh, yes, sorry. Our first report tonight is on Old Dominion.. undoubtedly the most prominent attack force as of late. Keeping up with them is proving to be a difficult task, but I personally witnessed another advancement onto United16 territory, and counted eleven casualties -- eight from Old Dominion itself. I'm sure they are already well aware, but Old Dominion has been making steady advances specifically on sectors 11 and 12.
Next, the Morelli family have reportedly made a significant strike on the Noble family in the alleged murder or possible kidnapping of Aria Noble, wife of Lorccan Noble's son Rio by means of an armed home invasion. The body was never recovered. Rio is personally seeking the finest of the Mercentile Collective to assist with this task.. further details are withheld. Good luck, boss."
The broadcast pauses for a moment.
"That's all there is to report on today. Tension is extremely high but actual hostile advancement is quite slow, with only minor skirmishes around city borders. Rumor insists that Pillar of Salt is rallying for major offensives very soon, while those of the Mercentile Collective are finding themselves handed job offers left and right to help ready able, agressive attack forces for as-of-yet unknown advances. Stay tuned. And until next time.. this is Jet Oratorio of the Free Press Union. I fucking hate you, Tantra Element."
There's another pause.
"Oh, and that fox that spoke to me at Shades of the Night last night, I lost your number, someone stole my fucking phone again. Stop by and come s--"
More laughter is heard, and the broadcast abruptly cuts back to white noise.
Sure enough, crackling white noise dims, and is replaced with speech shortly after.
"I- --is thi-- on? Uhhh.... Ohshit, yeah, we're starting!
Uhmn.. good evening, fellow furres. This is the Free Press Union. This is the 2200 hour broadcast, June 8th.
This is Jet Oratorio reporting tonight."
The furre sounds quite young.. a teenager, but a well-presented voice. The sound of shuffling paperwork is heard.
"First and foremost, I'd like to talk about something. This broadcast is paid for out of our own pockets.. and we're not rich individuals. This isn't a cry for help, though.. no, see, I mention this because today, I spent SIX SETA A GALLON on gas, and I would like to extend a very special 'fuck you' to the Tantra Element for spraying more bullshit nonsense on my fucking car again. I am not going to drive around and advertise your shit if you're going to try and interupt ours. I swear to god, I have three bullets for each of your heads. If any of you ever try to fuck with ANY of us IN PERSON, then I'm going to bend you right over, and s--"
The broadcast ceases a moment, cut off by laughter.
"Oh, yes, sorry. Our first report tonight is on Old Dominion.. undoubtedly the most prominent attack force as of late. Keeping up with them is proving to be a difficult task, but I personally witnessed another advancement onto United16 territory, and counted eleven casualties -- eight from Old Dominion itself. I'm sure they are already well aware, but Old Dominion has been making steady advances specifically on sectors 11 and 12.
Next, the Morelli family have reportedly made a significant strike on the Noble family in the alleged murder or possible kidnapping of Aria Noble, wife of Lorccan Noble's son Rio by means of an armed home invasion. The body was never recovered. Rio is personally seeking the finest of the Mercentile Collective to assist with this task.. further details are withheld. Good luck, boss."
The broadcast pauses for a moment.
"That's all there is to report on today. Tension is extremely high but actual hostile advancement is quite slow, with only minor skirmishes around city borders. Rumor insists that Pillar of Salt is rallying for major offensives very soon, while those of the Mercentile Collective are finding themselves handed job offers left and right to help ready able, agressive attack forces for as-of-yet unknown advances. Stay tuned. And until next time.. this is Jet Oratorio of the Free Press Union. I fucking hate you, Tantra Element."
There's another pause.
"Oh, and that fox that spoke to me at Shades of the Night last night, I lost your number, someone stole my fucking phone again. Stop by and come s--"
More laughter is heard, and the broadcast abruptly cuts back to white noise.