The only radio station she trusts is 93 FM.

*i* am kimira of the lands-between, desert ranger *and* ray-dee-oh dee-jay. 93 FM for news, music, interviews with local celebs and more.

an outsider.

the ( gestures, searching for the word for a long time. ) government.

it stands for new. californian. republic. california ist the country, no?

o? then thou'rt one of the boys with the en-see-ar?

ahhh, such innovation. perhaps... an inventor?

( laughs loudly. )

what...?

'tis some sort of fair hunk...

i was't nearly nutt-ee putt-ee'd.

( eldenringdeathcry.wav )

o! a gracious gentle-man, is it? very well.

crevice, o, crevice.

bang.

oh...?

then p'haps i should ask my fee?

i amst quite popular in the town of new vegas? our "listenership" is strongest there. drunks and drug addicts and gamblers and children who eat rats.

ah! i too was quite the swordsman once. would you say there is no glory in war?

such lowly aspirations. i will never understand.

alas, it pleases me to see you well. your publication *has* been some comfort, i suppose. in a way.

( shifting uncomfortably. )

i am *not* a scribe, i am a warrior of many battles fought and won, this is simply a... service i provide for the community.

weapon of choice?

it is nonsense!

also, the short words are far easier to read than the long ones, so why make long words at all? your "articles" are far too cluttered.

perfectly well, yes, thank you.

what feats have you accomplished in battle? any kills you're particularly proud of?

simply 'tisn't a real job.

<— NOT a scribe!!!!

aye, the machine broad-casts via some magick known only as ray-dee-oh waves. you are now "live" across the mojave desert. tell them of your vast size and might!

all this talk of feelings! pah. such things should stay inside the warrior's heart, crushed like a pebble to dust in a great fist, to harden one's heart.

( gesturing vaguely with her fist. )

you meanst... a boywife?

ist... so large.

@warrioroftuburr.bsky.social

now simply speak into the sound machine and introduce thyself, warrior of ice.

our next guest is a *real* doozy.

ORSON!!

do not speak such things aloud— i am no maiden, i wouldst not be wed, confined to some kitchen, to make babies 'til the cows come home- i know not where they went...

this ist NOT new vegas nor the lands between.

GARAMA!

i will aid thee, bug-lord.