Radio Broadcast #1 (Day 23)
With a pop and a crackle, all the radios in Landel's turn on at once, broadcasting the strains of Blue Oyster Cult's 'Flaming Telepaths'. The music soon fades to the background, and the familiar voice of the nightly DJ begins...
Another night here in hell, I wish you well once more. I hope you have a few minutes to spare, my friends, because this broadcast could take a while.
I know you have questions, and I have answers. Some answers, anyway. No one would want to play if I gave the game away too soon.
I will admit that I was once blind. Man goes blind in the face of power. How many of you can say you were offered godhood and did not falter? At the alter of humanity, all men seek to be gods. But my eyes were cleared, my mind was freed. A man makes many mistakes in his life, you can't say you aren't the same. The big bad boogie man wants me to sound like him - I'm not like him. I found my path through the darkness, I reached for the light, I fight the good fight now.
Mankind is not perfect. None of us are saints. We struggle and we fall, we're tested, sometimes we're bested, the wheel keeps on turning and we keep on learning. I never claimed to be a paragon of virtue, I never claimed I was a perfect man. I'm sure you can all understand. None of you are perfect, none of you have never faltered. We all fall now and again. But that doesn't make us bad men, or evil men, it makes us human.
Now the bad old doctor tried his hand at some poetry it seems. I don't think he should quit his day job, personally. He claims I save to kill? My friends, I don't even know what that means. The only man I want to kill is him, and I have never made that a secret. Mad dogs need to be put down, and even Lucifer was cast down from heaven. I have sinned, I confess, but I have repented.
Now, a few words of advice to help you tonight. Golden gods bleed the sweet wine of life, but be careful where you strike for oil. You won't break the topsoil if you drill from the front. And if you're looking for a little something to spice up your life, you may want to look where the devout kneel. I can guarantee you'll be pleasantly surprised.
Oh, and one more thing: I know where those intercom broadcasts are coming from. And I'll say this: you've got a better chance of finding him than me.
That's all for now, my fine cats and kitties. Keep it cool, keep it real, and try not to die.
By the by, you can just call me Jack.
See you on the flip side.
With that, the radios all shut off, going silent once more.
Another night here in hell, I wish you well once more. I hope you have a few minutes to spare, my friends, because this broadcast could take a while.
I know you have questions, and I have answers. Some answers, anyway. No one would want to play if I gave the game away too soon.
I will admit that I was once blind. Man goes blind in the face of power. How many of you can say you were offered godhood and did not falter? At the alter of humanity, all men seek to be gods. But my eyes were cleared, my mind was freed. A man makes many mistakes in his life, you can't say you aren't the same. The big bad boogie man wants me to sound like him - I'm not like him. I found my path through the darkness, I reached for the light, I fight the good fight now.
Mankind is not perfect. None of us are saints. We struggle and we fall, we're tested, sometimes we're bested, the wheel keeps on turning and we keep on learning. I never claimed to be a paragon of virtue, I never claimed I was a perfect man. I'm sure you can all understand. None of you are perfect, none of you have never faltered. We all fall now and again. But that doesn't make us bad men, or evil men, it makes us human.
Now the bad old doctor tried his hand at some poetry it seems. I don't think he should quit his day job, personally. He claims I save to kill? My friends, I don't even know what that means. The only man I want to kill is him, and I have never made that a secret. Mad dogs need to be put down, and even Lucifer was cast down from heaven. I have sinned, I confess, but I have repented.
Now, a few words of advice to help you tonight. Golden gods bleed the sweet wine of life, but be careful where you strike for oil. You won't break the topsoil if you drill from the front. And if you're looking for a little something to spice up your life, you may want to look where the devout kneel. I can guarantee you'll be pleasantly surprised.
Oh, and one more thing: I know where those intercom broadcasts are coming from. And I'll say this: you've got a better chance of finding him than me.
That's all for now, my fine cats and kitties. Keep it cool, keep it real, and try not to die.
By the by, you can just call me Jack.
See you on the flip side.
With that, the radios all shut off, going silent once more.