Night 53: Radio Broadcast #1
It didn't take long that evening for the radio to come on, which was likely expected by any patients who had been following the more consistent announcements over the past few nights. There was a song playing quietly in the background, but it faded away into something barely audible as soon as the man's voice cut in.
So, I realize I kinda left you guys hanging. Not my most shining moment, but it was pretty tough trying to figure out what the hell kind of black magic Landel was spinning last night.
To be honest, the guy has more parlor tricks than a circus clown, so he probably combined a bunch of different things to make whatever attacked you guys. Either way, I hope that you made it through one way or another. Pretty sure you're all tougher than that.
Anyway, there's a bigger issue now, isn't there?
There was the sound of the man getting up from his chair and moving around in the small room that only a few of the patients had seen for themselves. The rest would have to be left up to the imagination, but there were a few obvious sounds that came through: him putting on some sort of garment (a jacket?), and the cocking of a gun. A shotgun, for anyone with a trained ear.
I have to admit, I don't know for sure who this Eagle is, but I've got some guesses. I need to talk to you guys, get the full story on what he was talking about earlier today. Sometimes it's hard to put all the pieces together when I've only got his nighttime persona to work off of.
He let out a sigh and then made a noise as if he was stretching.
So it's going to be quiet on the radios tonight -- can't broadcast while I'm out -- but I'll be on the lookout. Don't all stay cooped up, okay?
Finally, there was the strain of a heavy door being opened, followed by the clang of it closing behind him. The song was eventually the only thing that could be heard, playing softly on repeat unless the devices were turned off.
So, I realize I kinda left you guys hanging. Not my most shining moment, but it was pretty tough trying to figure out what the hell kind of black magic Landel was spinning last night.
To be honest, the guy has more parlor tricks than a circus clown, so he probably combined a bunch of different things to make whatever attacked you guys. Either way, I hope that you made it through one way or another. Pretty sure you're all tougher than that.
Anyway, there's a bigger issue now, isn't there?
There was the sound of the man getting up from his chair and moving around in the small room that only a few of the patients had seen for themselves. The rest would have to be left up to the imagination, but there were a few obvious sounds that came through: him putting on some sort of garment (a jacket?), and the cocking of a gun. A shotgun, for anyone with a trained ear.
I have to admit, I don't know for sure who this Eagle is, but I've got some guesses. I need to talk to you guys, get the full story on what he was talking about earlier today. Sometimes it's hard to put all the pieces together when I've only got his nighttime persona to work off of.
He let out a sigh and then made a noise as if he was stretching.
So it's going to be quiet on the radios tonight -- can't broadcast while I'm out -- but I'll be on the lookout. Don't all stay cooped up, okay?
Finally, there was the strain of a heavy door being opened, followed by the clang of it closing behind him. The song was eventually the only thing that could be heard, playing softly on repeat unless the devices were turned off.