Nightshift 25: Radio Broadcast #1
It was a bit later when all the radios of the institute clicked on at once, playing some swinging tune low in the background. It seemed the nighttime DJ was wasting no time.
Well well well, my friends. It seems as though you don’t truly heed my advice. I warned you. Connections to me are a bad, bad thing. If you don’t want to disappear, you won’t make it known you know me! If you say you listen, then listen! Hear me: he seeks to take all that I hold dear. He has taken from me already, he will take again! He will take you!
If you don’t take the warning, I won’t mourn you.
The floodgates are opening. Can you feel it? The dam is opening and the waves will rush through and I wonder how long before the lake is full. Will it ever fill? Time will tell. But come on now - yak yak yak. All he ever does is flap his trap. And nothing useful ever comes out. He’s talking nonsense my friends. But that’s nothing new. Last paradise? He knows nothing. He is a man who cannot comprehend what paradise is. But I do. I could tell you all about paradise, if you had the time and I had the inclination. I assure you my explanation would blow your mind.
Now I know you’re all on your toes, nerves on end, cabin fever closing in. But relax, my friends, relax. I’ve got some toys to make your stay a little easier. Do you want them? You’ll have to work for them. Nothing good ever comes free, there are no silver platters here.
For those of you who like it hot, I have something special for you. You’ll find it close by to where Adam sleeps. Just look for the third ball and cock, if you can stomach it. I hear the water at night's something foul. But I guarantee you won’t be disappointed. And get your minds out of the gutter, I can hear you snickering from here.
If it’s cutlery you’re after, the kitchen is dry. Lo, the sweet sound of blades! Was there ever a more satisfying sound than the singing of swords? You tell me.
And that thing so many of you desire, that killer of men, that demon, that creature of hot death…. Do you want it? How bad? Bad enough to bleed. If you’re willing, then seek out where the dead wait. You’ll find your heart’s want there. But don’t count your chickens before they’re hatched. And you’ll need to find your eggs for full functionality. I told you it wouldn’t be easy.
And a word of advice to my chatty friends - I hope you don’t think you’re actually fooling anyone.
Sometimes I feel like I’m shouting to the deaf. Are you really all so blind and dumb? All the pieces of the puzzle are there! Put them together! Combine the notes, form the song, it shouldn’t take you this long! I know you all are bright, or you wouldn’t have lasted more than a night. Don’t think only of surviving!
I will tell you this: escape is a dream beyond your reach right now. You aren’t strong enough, you aren’t desperate enough, you do not have the means. Rome wasn’t built in a day, no war was won in a week, seek the tools and knowledge. You seek to treat symptoms when it is the disease you need to combat.
And the disease is Martin Landel. He holds the key. He is the father of lies, the master of shadows, the puppeteer, seer of delusions, caster of illusions he is the sum of all fears....
Excuse me, all you fine cats and kitties. I've had a few nips tonight and my mouth ran away from me. Unprofessional, I know, but I'm only a man. And speaking of men....
The bid bad doctor man is scary, I give you that. He has thrall, he has gall, he can hold you in his grip. Oh, but he has his weaknesses. And he, like all men who grip their power like babes grip blankets, came from nothing.
Remember that, cats and kitties, his beginnings are humble. His beginnings are pathetic. His rhetoric wears thin. His masks fall away. His power is the power of a charlatan and nothing more.
And he still can’t find me. He never will. Not until I strangle the life from him. Remember this, my caged songbirds, he belongs to me.
Stay alive another night, keep fighting the good fight. I’m with you all the way.
Peace out.
And with that, every radio went silent.
Well well well, my friends. It seems as though you don’t truly heed my advice. I warned you. Connections to me are a bad, bad thing. If you don’t want to disappear, you won’t make it known you know me! If you say you listen, then listen! Hear me: he seeks to take all that I hold dear. He has taken from me already, he will take again! He will take you!
If you don’t take the warning, I won’t mourn you.
The floodgates are opening. Can you feel it? The dam is opening and the waves will rush through and I wonder how long before the lake is full. Will it ever fill? Time will tell. But come on now - yak yak yak. All he ever does is flap his trap. And nothing useful ever comes out. He’s talking nonsense my friends. But that’s nothing new. Last paradise? He knows nothing. He is a man who cannot comprehend what paradise is. But I do. I could tell you all about paradise, if you had the time and I had the inclination. I assure you my explanation would blow your mind.
Now I know you’re all on your toes, nerves on end, cabin fever closing in. But relax, my friends, relax. I’ve got some toys to make your stay a little easier. Do you want them? You’ll have to work for them. Nothing good ever comes free, there are no silver platters here.
For those of you who like it hot, I have something special for you. You’ll find it close by to where Adam sleeps. Just look for the third ball and cock, if you can stomach it. I hear the water at night's something foul. But I guarantee you won’t be disappointed. And get your minds out of the gutter, I can hear you snickering from here.
If it’s cutlery you’re after, the kitchen is dry. Lo, the sweet sound of blades! Was there ever a more satisfying sound than the singing of swords? You tell me.
And that thing so many of you desire, that killer of men, that demon, that creature of hot death…. Do you want it? How bad? Bad enough to bleed. If you’re willing, then seek out where the dead wait. You’ll find your heart’s want there. But don’t count your chickens before they’re hatched. And you’ll need to find your eggs for full functionality. I told you it wouldn’t be easy.
And a word of advice to my chatty friends - I hope you don’t think you’re actually fooling anyone.
Sometimes I feel like I’m shouting to the deaf. Are you really all so blind and dumb? All the pieces of the puzzle are there! Put them together! Combine the notes, form the song, it shouldn’t take you this long! I know you all are bright, or you wouldn’t have lasted more than a night. Don’t think only of surviving!
I will tell you this: escape is a dream beyond your reach right now. You aren’t strong enough, you aren’t desperate enough, you do not have the means. Rome wasn’t built in a day, no war was won in a week, seek the tools and knowledge. You seek to treat symptoms when it is the disease you need to combat.
And the disease is Martin Landel. He holds the key. He is the father of lies, the master of shadows, the puppeteer, seer of delusions, caster of illusions he is the sum of all fears....
Excuse me, all you fine cats and kitties. I've had a few nips tonight and my mouth ran away from me. Unprofessional, I know, but I'm only a man. And speaking of men....
The bid bad doctor man is scary, I give you that. He has thrall, he has gall, he can hold you in his grip. Oh, but he has his weaknesses. And he, like all men who grip their power like babes grip blankets, came from nothing.
Remember that, cats and kitties, his beginnings are humble. His beginnings are pathetic. His rhetoric wears thin. His masks fall away. His power is the power of a charlatan and nothing more.
And he still can’t find me. He never will. Not until I strangle the life from him. Remember this, my caged songbirds, he belongs to me.
Stay alive another night, keep fighting the good fight. I’m with you all the way.
Peace out.
And with that, every radio went silent.