d e a t h and h a t r e d to m a n k i n d

[DJ Desolate]

Make his fight on the hill in the early day,

Constant chill deep inside;

I welcome you,
weary travellers, traders, wayward nomads and vagabonds; even a cold, rueful welcome to the Regime scum who solemnly lurk in the shadows; this is our very own safety. Our voice of reason in a world shrouded by the remains of war.

For those who have just figured out how to get that three hundred year old radio working, I'm DJ Desolate and I'm here to help you decipher truth from shit.

On they fight, for they are right; yes, but who's to say?

Are you familiar with that old Regime saying? "Fallen can describe every man and woman, fallen can describe every tree, fallen can describe every living thing on earth. As people, we no longer stand in the shadows. For now, we must fight. We must wage war on those who try to take our homes, our livelihood; we must wage war, and we must win control. We must kill those who defy us, we must kill the outsiders."

There's your shit right there, how can you tell? The "outsiders" are you. So don't even think about trying to get in the Regime stronghold, and don't go asking them if you can join. They'll gouge out your eyes and shove it up your ass, just so you can see them kicking your ass. If you're the right type of guy and they select you, go ahead and join their legion of bastards. Just don't be surprised if some Wasteland hero comes along and guns you down for wearing the symbol of the Regime scum.

This has been your delectable DJ Desolate, and remember: try not to take over the entire Wasteland, it's bad for your health.

For a hill, men would kill, why? They do not know.

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Gone insane from the pain that they surely know!