Crookie
night of the living punk
Music is a way of life.
Too bad the big bad corporizations have deemed this "rock 'n roll trash" to be "harmful on the youth's minds". And the disc jockeys are like gatekeepers to Hell, blasting their Devil-worshiping tunes at 33 1⁄3 rpm.
Today marks five whole years since the government has issued a ban on radio stations. No talk, no tv, no weather. If you were to spin those dials in your car, all you'd get back is sweet, sad silence.
That is unless you know exactly where to turn those dials to.
Still surfing some secret wavelengths of the radio ocean is a station that keeps radio alive. They're on 24/7, and in the past five years, have never had a single minute of silence. This massive family of DJs rotate day in and day out, and have their own cult following. Everything that radio once was could be found on this one station.
Rebellious teens, naughty housewives, and any ol Joe still tune in to this secret radio station - Pirate Radio - that has somehow snuck around the government's tight regulation and law against stations.
And the only reason why the government hasn't found their headquarters yet is that no one can. They're broadcasting 24 hours of the day from a giant ship anchored in the middle of the vast Atlantic ocean. That's where they've stayed for the past few glorious years. They get food, newspapers, and extra toilet paper from the inconspicuous fishing boats and leisure yachts dispatched from the shore. Life couldn't be any better.
Well, they do say ignorance is bliss.
Word just broke out that some sniveling rats from the government have finally found where Pirate Radio is, and they're on their way to find them and shut them down.
Should the station flee and risk getting found and thrown in jail for the rest of their lives? Or stick it out at base camp, and continue broadcasting til death do us part?
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