*White Noise*
*Static*
"...the crowds cheer as the Bonifatian Legion marches on the streets of Deep Monkton. Statues of the tyrant Antonius "Childblood Drinker" Ffyllos are brought down by the ones who were oppressed for decades, with the logistical support of the brave Azorean expeditionary forces! Meanwhile our correspondents in Salieri, Nosterra, report that His Eminence Grease Il Scudo, is preparing to fly to Mercoburg to personally congratulate..."
*Static*
The old man turned off the radio. It had not been working well for months. Was it by some improbable force of nature picking old broadcasts? No, that was not possible - he remembered the first radio transmissions in his country. But he did not recognise any of the names mentioned in the broadcast. "Probably some radio story, fiction never gets old."
*Static*
"...the crowds cheer as the Bonifatian Legion marches on the streets of Deep Monkton. Statues of the tyrant Antonius "Childblood Drinker" Ffyllos are brought down by the ones who were oppressed for decades, with the logistical support of the brave Azorean expeditionary forces! Meanwhile our correspondents in Salieri, Nosterra, report that His Eminence Grease Il Scudo, is preparing to fly to Mercoburg to personally congratulate..."
*Static*
The old man turned off the radio. It had not been working well for months. Was it by some improbable force of nature picking old broadcasts? No, that was not possible - he remembered the first radio transmissions in his country. But he did not recognise any of the names mentioned in the broadcast. "Probably some radio story, fiction never gets old."