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Malkov77

A desperate man... (to the regulators)

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Malkov77    0

Break 25, break 25... anyone on this frequency... my name is William Porter... my 10-20 is half a click south of Beri... i found this radio in an old squad car, shockingly... it still has power.

i know in this day and age, people have to do many things they would normally never contemplate doing... but... i may have went too far... i wish to turn myself in to the regulators... law and order is a necessity in these times more than ever before... and i broke that unspoken pact... with a hammer... and with hate.

consider this broadcast my confession.

i await your response. i will leave this frequency open.

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Hollows    432

*The Good Warden converses idly with his Officer Core in the Radio Operator Room out of boredom when Kyle, the Radio Operator, informs him of the incoming transmission. The message is flipped onto the room's speaker system as they all listen in intently. After the message ended, Warden Hollows goes to retrieve the microphone from Kyle.*

"This is Warden Hollows of the Regulators. We have received your message. It is very valiant of you to do a thing like this, and shows us you are ready for rehabilitation. We will take you into our custody on your own accord. Venture to Austellus, or as some still call it Prison Island, whenever you are able to. We will take you in at the shore. Please do your best to remember all of the events which occurred."

*He gives the microphone back to Kyle, and continues on.*

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Malkov77    0

The radio sparks to life with a crackle of static... waves can be heard in the background as a mans coughing and wheezing chimes in.

This is Bill Porter... (coughing and wet sounds), i just arrived on the back side of the island, my raft went down half a klick out, i hit a sandbar... i had to swim the rest of the way. i'm soaking wet, i will build a campfire on the south west outskirts of the island and dry off and get warm. once i have gathered myself, i will go to the shore by the docks and await an escort to take me into custody.

The sounds of a flint and steel can be heard striking each other just as the radio cuts out.

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