Have we forgotten the sun? Has the sun forgotten us? Welcome to Undertale.
Hello, listeners.
To start things off, I've been asked to read this brief notice:
King Asgore would like to remind you that fighting is not a form of communication. “If you want to communicate with friends or enemies, try words,” the king suggest. Controversial stuff, listeners.
Now for the news.
I don't know about you, listeners, but I've heard a rumor about a scientist, who shall remain unnamed, trying to find a way to give ghosts fully controllable, robotic bodies that they don't need to possess.
We asked a few local ghosts what they thought about this. Nabstablook, you know, the snail farmer, said, "oh... that's cool... I guess..."
When Intern Froggit tried to reach Mad Dummy for an interview, he was shot down with a missile.
*ahem* To the friends and family of Froggit the intern, we regret to inform you that Froggit has lost his life on the front lines of community radio. We thank you for his service and join you in mourning his loss. He will be missed.
A stranger was spotted in Snowden today. Who are they? What do they want from us? Rumors say they're a human child, but really, who are we to say who is and isn't human?
It's probably nothing. If we had to shut down the underground every time there were reports of a human child, we'd never have time to do anything, right? Between you and me, listeners, I think this whole thing is another prank from the kiddos around Snowden.
Parents, make sure that your children's pranks are approved and won't distract the royal guard. They could get hurt. I mean, we don't want a repeat of last time, am I right? *laugh* It took forever to clean the ashes up after that one.
And now, a message from our sponsors:
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Listeners, we now know more about the not-a-human-child stranger that came into our community today. Their name is Frisk, and they have already done dozens of favors for the people of Snowden. They seem like they'll be a great member of the community
And now, the weather.
Everyone, a letter in a red envelope has just been slid under my door. Let's see what this says... oh. Oh. I have been informed that the royal guard is ordering the stop of today's broadcast. Okay. I am not someone who questions the will of the royal guard.
Coming up next, ten hours of silence randomly broken by a man in a boat telling you how and when you'll die.
Good night, listeners. Good night.
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