Radio post: 001. These waves were made for surfing.

[xlillackeykitty]

[ And should you chance to turn the radio on at around 8am, you'd probably wake up to the sounds of smooth jazz. A little Kenny G, a little Frank Sinatra, a little Nat King Cole.

After half an hour of music, you hear the familiar tapping of a finger on a microphone. ]Well, good morning Vatheon! And for you late risers, better get out of bed. It's

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[1776ftw]

I want in on this.

[xlillackeykitty]

In on what?

[1776ftw]

THE RADIO! THE MEDIA! THE PROGRAM OF CHAMPIONS!

[xlillackeykitty]

[ Whoa, fella. Enthusiasm is welcome though! ]

So! What can you do?

[1776ftw]

Everything ever! I practically invented the media!

[xlillackeykitty]

[ And a laugh as he leans back in his seat. ]

You sound like my kind of guy!

[ Slight pause though. ]

...You'd be one of those country people, wouldn't you?

[1776ftw]

Yep! That's me! The United States of America at your service.

[xlillackeykitty]

Well, welcome aboard, America.

How about taking the evening hosting shift? Or was there something you had in mind?

[1776ftw]

Nah, I'm cool with anything. Can I play whatever I want? What are the guidelines?

[xlillackeykitty]

Whatever's on the playlist is your choice. Come up with your own show if you want!

Just... nothing too profane or slanderous. You know the drill.

[1776ftw]

[Salute!]

You got it, broseph. Ah, I'm excite.

Just don't come to work in a bunny suit. 8D

[xlillackeykitty]

Always happy to have another hand aboard!