[Chalked on the Wall of Rudy Miller's Bedroom | Off-Network]
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The verdict is in: the noise is everywhere. As yet, there is no discernible evidence of a physical source, and therefore no apparent way of sabotaging the broadcasting system in an attempt to make it stop.
Furthermore, unlike the ticking, even a Walkman cannot drain it out, in large part because any and all music appears to have been transformed into buzzing as well. While my Rush album did not suffer drastically from this unforeseen development, I am pained to observe that Iron Maiden as performed by an all-kazoo orchestra is not merely a travesty, but a crime against humanity.
In slightly related news, who's seen Close Encounters of the Third Kind?
[OOC: Poor Rudy is slightly more irritable today than he normally is, in large part because the vuvuzelas have rendered his Walkman utterly unusable. Sob, his one solace. Also, alien types, he's catching on to you and your mountainous schemes, though he doesn't actually know what your plans are other than to try to attract people there.]