{ you sigh and decide to see what is on the radio. It clicks on and a dreary dismal vioce seems to seep and spill from the battered old radio} "Oh is this on. whatever. this is a random radio channel hosted by someone who doesnt want to host a random radio channel. I talked to the boss but they say i gotta do it. *sighs and shuffles papers* My name is Dropkit and I was dragged somewhere called The Plot Hole. Or The Broken Fourth Wall or wtv. Apparently I am but a plaything for higher beings who wish to role play. [++] The boss seems to be the higher being in charge of me. Not that I really care. Also my name wasnt Dropkit. That was a lie and if you believed that then please leave. or dont, i dont really care. Today, I will deny the higher power in the smallest ways by not reading the script, lying about my name, and more. *you hear papers being thrown everywhere and random crashes, a garbled message comes through to your boring host* "Oh, and i dont even have to read the script. i just wasted thirty seconds of my life. The boss just wants me to be better than, some other radio station. Cloud? Clam? Clyde? Dont know, dont care. My name is now Entity Of Persnickety Puddles and you are listening to the Persnickety Puddle Podcast. I have no idea what I'm going to say next time you tune in but its gonna be probably just as splendiferous as this one. Thats was sarcasm if you couldnt tell.We’ll be back next week, assuming the crushing weight of reality doesn’t catch up to us first. Bye. { The broadcast glitches out and your head is spinning. The radio is smoking slightly and spewing static What in the world was that!?!? You stagger off to complete the rest of your day, but your thoughts are caught here. Guess you'll have to wait until next time to find out ____________ and __________.......}
| v So technically this is an alternate universe special edition of my gens cat dropkit. feel free to ask questions or suggest things or react or theorize in the comments. Maybe ill voice these someday....
