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The Trigger Happy Nightmare Radio Show #1
Goin' Nowhere to Go Everywhere

Welcome to 33.3 FM, station of the guns blazin', one and only, Trigger Happy.  AKA – Your worst Nightmare.

Well I think that's pretty good for being on the air for one of the first times.  That intro has a nice ring, don'cha think?  So let's begin, shall we?  I'll give yall' Killjoys and whatever Dracs listening in some info on me, just don't expect me to stay in one place for too long.  At least not anymore.  I hope for you Draculoids listening out there that your little drug allows you to get pissy.  For my personal amusement.

Remembrance Raver got ghosted yesterday.  We wandered out a bit too far, got ourselves into some trouble.  You'd think I'd be a little bit more traumatized considering me, him, and Twenty-Seven CAP have been kickin' it for about five years now, but what's the point?  There's no room for sadness in this desert.  Only guns, bullets, and broken dreams.  And drugs I guess, for those stupid enough to use them.  At least those goddamned BLI ones; shit makes me gag.

Yeah I tried one once.  Curiosity got the better of me.  After seeing so many of my own friends go off to follow their new "world-changing" agenda, why not?  As they say, 'Curiosity killed the cat.'  In my case, it nearly did.  My own sister nearly did me out on the spot.  Put my own gun to my head and threatened to ghost me.  The nerve of her.  Twenty-Seven doesn't take kindly to BLI or Dracs.  I don't blame her.  I don't like boring people either.

Well maybe that's why I give her a hard time.  After all, I'm making her pack up now while I do this 'radio broadcast' or whatever fancy term you want to call it.  Not that there's much to pack up in this little hole, I mean right now she's just chilling on her guitar.  I swear that thing's like a baby to her.

*shuffling*

GET TO WORK CAP!

'shut up, what else do you want me to do!?'

Ugggggh… she never listens.  But at least she understands the importance of this broadcast.  It might save our hides one day.  So we've been huddled up in this little hole here for the past three years.  It's kept us out of trouble.  No one can see it, no one can find it, and thus we're safe.  No Dracs, no S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W/S, no Killjoys.  That last one I regret a bit.  Sorry friends.  But we're heading out now.  After all, what have got to lose but ourselves?  And even that doesn't seem so bad these days.

Well, I know it's kind of spur of the moment, but what is there to do now?  Remembrance Ravers gone.  He really was our only outside support after all.  Stupid bastard had to get himself ghosted.  We went out to an outpost yesterday, looking for some kibble.  Kind of a far walk, but not too bad.  I don't like the heat.  I'm still not used to it, it drives me crazy.  I didn't take my coat with me; though, ahem, I can't lie it does make me look like a sexy beast.  Damn, if only you all had TVs to see me now.

Buuuuttttt anywho, out we went, guns, glory, and all.  Remembrance is a good guy.  Met him five years back.  Nearly saved our lives as we were trying to steal some actual food from some Dracs that were out and about.  Fuckers tried to ghost my little sister.  Some nerve tryin' to kill a nine year old, even if they are a 'zone rat.'  Don't you bastards have any sympathy?  Funny that this exact situation is what got Remembrance dusted in the first place.

We were out trying to get our kibble, as I said, but we saw a group of about four Draculoids some 400 yards out.  Not really wanting to eat more shit, we decided to try our luck.  I wanted to snipe them from a distance, but apparently Remembrance doesn't trust my shot.

*sigh*

Really though… has he not seen me?  I practice my aim every damn day.  But for some stupid ass reason I agreed with him.  Stealth was the best option.  So I followed his lead.  I really wish I hadn't.

We snuck up to them, crouched through the brush like some wild animals about the pounce…

God…

You idiot…

Sorry…  I don't take my failures lightly…  Eh, I can't think on it.  I don't want Twenty-Seven CAP to see me like that.

…Anyways, we snuck up on them like some sort of animals.  Hell, it had been to long since we took down some of these BLI bastards.  I'll admit it; we were looking for trouble.  About fifty yards away we stopped behind some brush.  I don't know what the hell these blood suckers were doing out here in Zone 3, but we didn't care.  They had a van and in it was likely to be some food.  I wasn't expecting some steak sirloin or something of the like, but surely anything better than that dog shit they feed us.

Remembrance was the first to fire.  The Drac nearest us fell like a sack of potatoes.  There was no yell, just a dead flop and thunk as he hit the dirt.  Ha, the others emotions, if you can even call them emotions, were priceless.  They looked around, surprised as a fuckin' rat stuck in a trap.  I took out the next two.  Easy shit.  They too fell like dead weight (that is what they are right?) to the ground below.  This tipped off the last one though.  He aimed in our direction and rapid fired a series of blasts.

Remembrance and I rolled out of the way; he went left and I went right.  I'd love to say we rolled out of the way in the nick of time, but honestly, who am I kidding. Terrible form, no aim whatso-fuckin' ever.  I mean really?  Do they even train themselves in Battery City or are these Draculoids just staring at the wall watching paint dry?  I'm honestly guessing the latter, sadly enough.

I don't know why, maybe it was the wavy blue hair, the bright green shirt, or the dashing good looks, but the Drac focused his fire on me, so I had to do some dodging.  No prob.  Easy enough.  That allowed for Remembrance to get on up behind him.  Flank the poor guy and dust him to oblivion.  Send him straight to BLI Hell where he can wallow around in the filth they call happiness.

But that's where things went wrong.

"TRIGGER!" I remember him yelling like it was yesterday… oh shit.  This was yesterday.

Well yeah.  "TRIGGER!" he yelled yesterday.

Amidst my rolling and juking of laser beams, I looked over at him.  Thing was, Remembrance wasn't looking at me.  He seemed to be looking past me.  I turned and amidst a cloud of dust I watched as three more Dracs sped toward us.

"Shit."

A laser flew below my left elbow, almost taking it off.  That one was close.  I remember my heart leaping to my throat- I really never want to feel that again.  Instead of letting it phase me though, I started booking it.  Running directly towards the oncoming Dracs like some suicidal madman.  I guess I could be classified as that, if I didn't have a sister to look after.  Though she is getting a bit old now… fourteen I guess?

They fired at me, but honestly.  Really now you Draculoids, get a firing range or something.  You're like fucking stormtroopers, if any of you are old enough to remember that shit.  It's like forty years old now.  But yeah, you guys suck.  Hard.

I took one of them out while on the run.  I'm not saying I didn't miss quite a few times, but it wasn't really too hard.  Shooting at cacti and dried bushes at a dead run while on your free time really does pay off.  But it was then I fell into the hole which caused me my misery.  Literally.  I felt my foot fall and it twisted at a pretty unnatural angle.  I'm not going to lie.  That hurt.

I fell to the floor in a yell, muffled by my bandana but loud enough for those idiots to hear me I'm sure.  I really don't like giving them satisfaction.  But they came barreling towards me, guns aimed high.  I raised my own gun, but by then it had powered down.  Nothing was coming out and it was whining softly.  The barrel had stopped spinning and even seemed to be jammed.  Well… looks like I lived up to my name a bit too much.  I really am just a little to trigger happy.

More lasers zipped past me as I lay on the ground in pain.  I thought for sure it was the Drac that Remembrance was taking care of, but nope, it was the main man himself.  Death incarnate, hope of the past, partier of the future, and my best friend – Remembrance Raver himself.  One of his shots hit the motorcycle dead on and it exploded in a ball of glorious fire.  The fire, heat, and glare caused the other Draculoid to wobble a bit on his own bike.  He looked like he might crash, but that was fixed before it happened.  Another of Remembrance's lasers took him right in the chest and the poor bastard went flying.  So did his bike, it wheeled out of control and fell into a small ditch nearby.

Now, looking back on this, I really have to give my good buddy props.  He was a damn good shot, better than I've ever seen him.  I'd say nearly on my level, hahaha.  Too bad I didn't get the chance to tell him that.  I was writhing around on the ground crutching my foot in pain.  Damn, even now back home it still throbs like a mofo.

"Stay down and shut up.  If it comes to it, get the hell back to your sis."

That was pretty much the last thing I heard out of his mouth…

…

Damn, sorry.  I can't let this crap get to me.  Anyways, he went off.  At least I can say he went down with a fight.  I wasn't quite sure where he was going until I saw more clouds of dust in the distance.  He could see I couldn't walk.  I guess he wanted to make sure I would make it out.  There must have been about seven of them, two on bikes and the rest in a car.  I think.  From what I could see he got another two of them.  Until I heard him yell and hit the floor.  Then there was another shot from some faceless Drac and all was silent.

The man who'd saved my life.

The man who me and my sis had traveled with for five years.

My mentor.

My best friend.

My only friend.

Dead.

That wasn't fun.  I can honestly say I've never been so scared in my life.  I stayed low and watched the Dracs for a little while.  They went over to inspect the van that the first group was near.  I soon realized they would probably notice the smoking remains of the two bikes I had shot up and those were past me.  Good odds they'd find me on the ground and take me out.  I looked over at my gun and it seemed to be pretty charged by now.  But I wasn't going to take the chances against five of those BLI loving, shit-stinkin', fucks; excuse my French.  Even if I was a good shot.

So I hobbled out of there as quickly as I could.  Not good stayin' in one spot for too long anyways, I could already feel the sun beating down on me.  Once I was in the clear I got up and hobbled the way home.  And now a day later here I am, and my foot feels a hell of a lot better.  Kinda pisses me off that my foot got my friend killed.

But fuck.  Moral of the story in my opinion: better to be mad than sad.  Rage is a powerful motivator, even if it's aimed at no one in particular.  I don't know who killed Remembrance.  I can't name the Drac, they all look the same.  I can't go on some crazy renegade revenge quest, as glorifying as that sounds.  All I know is that I don't want to be here anymore.  Twenty-Seven CAP agreed.  We had to get out.  It's time to live.  It's time to do something good.

And for all you Dracs, or even Killjoys who want to find our little hideaway, good luck.  I can honestly say It wasn't found for three years and good luck trying to find it.  I'll give you a hint.  It's in Zone 3 and it's near a mountainside.  You'll see our drawings on the walls that we carved in and you'll know you're there.  Fat chance you'll find it unless you've received a vision from God and we all know I don't mean BLI.  Or any other fake Gods out there.  Because as far as I'm concerned, God doesn't exist.

I mean shit.  Look at this place.

So we're heading out tonight.  Going nowhere in particular, but with the whole world laid out in front of us.  I can't dwell on Remembrance.  It'll only bring me down.  As I said: rage over sadness.  It's the only way to live these days and it's the only thing that keeps me going.  I'll keep my radio up and broadcast every week.  After all, it was a gift from Remembrance Raver himself.  He said it might save my life one day.

I won't lie.  They say in the desert you can't remember your name.  Seems true enough.  I hate the heat and I sweat like a pig.  So I drew a picture while doing this broadcast.  Not that I'm an artist, but it'll serve it's purpose.  I'll carry it with me and if I ever forget my name I'll remember who I am and what I'm doing.

So for all you Killjoys out there, I'm coming for ya.  I'm coming out, living my life, looking for adventure, or whatever shit comes at me.  Because I'm ready to live, not just waste my days in a cave anymore.  Oh shit did I say cave?  Ah well there's your next clue for all you shelter-hunters.  But anyways…

I have the same message for all you Draculoids.  I'm coming for ya.  And I don't mean that in the same way that I meant it for the Killjoys listening in.  Because at least they have something worth living for.  You guys… well… you guys have nothing.

So tonight we head out with no destination in mind.  I have no goal, no one to find…

…

Well… there is that one person.  But fat chance I'll find her now, she died to me a long time ago.  Who knows though.  Maybe fate does have something in store for me.

See ya on the dead side Killjoys, and tune in next week.  I'll be here at 33.3 FM, my new permanent home.  Cause God knows I'll be zone jumping these days like a bunny lookin' for some lovin'.  And I'll stay trigger happy the whole time cause no one's ghosting me anytime soon.

Stay trigger happy lovelies.  This is Nightmare on 33.3 FM, out.

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The Trigger Happy Nightmare Radio Show #1
Goin' Nowhere to Go Everywhere

Welcome to 33.3 FM, station of the guns blazin', one and only, Trigger Happy.  AKA – Your worst Nightmare.

Well I think that's pretty good for being on the air for one of the first times.  That intro has a nice ring, don'cha think?  So let's begin, shall we?  I'll give yall' Killjoys and whatever Dracs listening in some info on me, just don't expect me to stay in one place for too long.  At least not anymore.  I hope for you Draculoids listening out there that your little drug allows you to get pissy.  For my personal amusement.

Remembrance Raver got ghosted yesterday.  We wandered out a bit too far, got ourselves into some trouble.  You'd think I'd be a little bit more traumatized considering me, him, and Twenty-Seven CAP have been kickin' it for about five years now, but what's the point?  There's no room for sadness in this desert.  Only guns, bullets, and broken dreams.  And drugs I guess, for those stupid enough to use them.  At least those goddamned BLI ones; shit makes me gag.

Yeah I tried one once.  Curiosity got the better of me.  After seeing so many of my own friends go off to follow their new "world-changing" agenda, why not?  As they say, 'Curiosity killed the cat.'  In my case, it nearly did.  My own sister nearly did me out on the spot.  Put my own gun to my head and threatened to ghost me.  The nerve of her.  Twenty-Seven doesn't take kindly to BLI or Dracs.  I don't blame her.  I don't like boring people either.

Well maybe that's why I give her a hard time.  After all, I'm making her pack up now while I do this 'radio broadcast' or whatever fancy term you want to call it.  Not that there's much to pack up in this little hole, I mean right now she's just chilling on her guitar.  I swear that thing's like a baby to her.

*shuffling*

GET TO WORK CAP!

'shut up, what else do you want me to do!?'

Ugggggh… she never listens.  But at least she understands the importance of this broadcast.  It might save our hides one day.  So we've been huddled up in this little hole here for the past three years.  It's kept us out of trouble.  No one can see it, no one can find it, and thus we're safe.  No Dracs, no S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W/S, no Killjoys.  That last one I regret a bit.  Sorry friends.  But we're heading out now.  After all, what have got to lose but ourselves?  And even that doesn't seem so bad these days.

Well, I know it's kind of spur of the moment, but what is there to do now?  Remembrance Ravers gone.  He really was our only outside support after all.  Stupid bastard had to get himself ghosted.  We went out to an outpost yesterday, looking for some kibble.  Kind of a far walk, but not too bad.  I don't like the heat.  I'm still not used to it, it drives me crazy.  I didn't take my coat with me; though, ahem, I can't lie it does make me look like a sexy beast.  Damn, if only you all had TVs to see me now.

Buuuuttttt anywho, out we went, guns, glory, and all.  Remembrance is a good guy.  Met him five years back.  Nearly saved our lives as we were trying to steal some actual food from some Dracs that were out and about.  Fuckers tried to ghost my little sister.  Some nerve tryin' to kill a nine year old, even if they are a 'zone rat.'  Don't you bastards have any sympathy?  Funny that this exact situation is what got Remembrance dusted in the first place.

We were out trying to get our kibble, as I said, but we saw a group of about four Draculoids some 400 yards out.  Not really wanting to eat more shit, we decided to try our luck.  I wanted to snipe them from a distance, but apparently Remembrance doesn't trust my shot.

*sigh*

Really though… has he not seen me?  I practice my aim every damn day.  But for some stupid ass reason I agreed with him.  Stealth was the best option.  So I followed his lead.  I really wish I hadn't.

We snuck up to them, crouched through the brush like some wild animals about the pounce…

God…

You idiot…

Sorry…  I don't take my failures lightly…  Eh, I can't think on it.  I don't want Twenty-Seven CAP to see me like that.

…Anyways, we snuck up on them like some sort of animals.  Hell, it had been to long since we took down some of these BLI bastards.  I'll admit it; we were looking for trouble.  About fifty yards away we stopped behind some brush.  I don't know what the hell these blood suckers were doing out here in Zone 3, but we didn't care.  They had a van and in it was likely to be some food.  I wasn't expecting some steak sirloin or something of the like, but surely anything better than that dog shit they feed us.

Remembrance was the first to fire.  The Drac nearest us fell like a sack of potatoes.  There was no yell, just a dead flop and thunk as he hit the dirt.  Ha, the others emotions, if you can even call them emotions, were priceless.  They looked around, surprised as a fuckin' rat stuck in a trap.  I took out the next two.  Easy shit.  They too fell like dead weight (that is what they are right?) to the ground below.  This tipped off the last one though.  He aimed in our direction and rapid fired a series of blasts.

Remembrance and I rolled out of the way; he went left and I went right.  I'd love to say we rolled out of the way in the nick of time, but honestly, who am I kidding. Terrible form, no aim whatso-fuckin' ever.  I mean really?  Do they even train themselves in Battery City or are these Draculoids just staring at the wall watching paint dry?  I'm honestly guessing the latter, sadly enough.

I don't know why, maybe it was the wavy blue hair, the bright green shirt, or the dashing good looks, but the Drac focused his fire on me, so I had to do some dodging.  No prob.  Easy enough.  That allowed for Remembrance to get on up behind him.  Flank the poor guy and dust him to oblivion.  Send him straight to BLI Hell where he can wallow around in the filth they call happiness.

But that's where things went wrong.

"TRIGGER!" I remember him yelling like it was yesterday… oh shit.  This was yesterday.

Well yeah.  "TRIGGER!" he yelled yesterday.

Amidst my rolling and juking of laser beams, I looked over at him.  Thing was, Remembrance wasn't looking at me.  He seemed to be looking past me.  I turned and amidst a cloud of dust I watched as three more Dracs sped toward us.

"Shit."

A laser flew below my left elbow, almost taking it off.  That one was close.  I remember my heart leaping to my throat- I really never want to feel that again.  Instead of letting it phase me though, I started booking it.  Running directly towards the oncoming Dracs like some suicidal madman.  I guess I could be classified as that, if I didn't have a sister to look after.  Though she is getting a bit old now… fourteen I guess?

They fired at me, but honestly.  Really now you Draculoids, get a firing range or something.  You're like fucking stormtroopers, if any of you are old enough to remember that shit.  It's like forty years old now.  But yeah, you guys suck.  Hard.

I took one of them out while on the run.  I'm not saying I didn't miss quite a few times, but it wasn't really too hard.  Shooting at cacti and dried bushes at a dead run while on your free time really does pay off.  But it was then I fell into the hole which caused me my misery.  Literally.  I felt my foot fall and it twisted at a pretty unnatural angle.  I'm not going to lie.  That hurt.

I fell to the floor in a yell, muffled by my bandana but loud enough for those idiots to hear me I'm sure.  I really don't like giving them satisfaction.  But they came barreling towards me, guns aimed high.  I raised my own gun, but by then it had powered down.  Nothing was coming out and it was whining softly.  The barrel had stopped spinning and even seemed to be jammed.  Well… looks like I lived up to my name a bit too much.  I really am just a little to trigger happy.

More lasers zipped past me as I lay on the ground in pain.  I thought for sure it was the Drac that Remembrance was taking care of, but nope, it was the main man himself.  Death incarnate, hope of the past, partier of the future, and my best friend – Remembrance Raver himself.  One of his shots hit the motorcycle dead on and it exploded in a ball of glorious fire.  The fire, heat, and glare caused the other Draculoid to wobble a bit on his own bike.  He looked like he might crash, but that was fixed before it happened.  Another of Remembrance's lasers took him right in the chest and the poor bastard went flying.  So did his bike, it wheeled out of control and fell into a small ditch nearby.

Now, looking back on this, I really have to give my good buddy props.  He was a damn good shot, better than I've ever seen him.  I'd say nearly on my level, hahaha.  Too bad I didn't get the chance to tell him that.  I was writhing around on the ground crutching my foot in pain.  Damn, even now back home it still throbs like a mofo.

"Stay down and shut up.  If it comes to it, get the hell back to your sis."

That was pretty much the last thing I heard out of his mouth…

…

Damn, sorry.  I can't let this crap get to me.  Anyways, he went off.  At least I can say he went down with a fight.  I wasn't quite sure where he was going until I saw more clouds of dust in the distance.  He could see I couldn't walk.  I guess he wanted to make sure I would make it out.  There must have been about seven of them, two on bikes and the rest in a car.  I think.  From what I could see he got another two of them.  Until I heard him yell and hit the floor.  Then there was another shot from some faceless Drac and all was silent.

The man who'd saved my life.

The man who me and my sis had traveled with for five years.

My mentor.

My best friend.

My only friend.

Dead.

That wasn't fun.  I can honestly say I've never been so scared in my life.  I stayed low and watched the Dracs for a little while.  They went over to inspect the van that the first group was near.  I soon realized they would probably notice the smoking remains of the two bikes I had shot up and those were past me.  Good odds they'd find me on the ground and take me out.  I looked over at my gun and it seemed to be pretty charged by now.  But I wasn't going to take the chances against five of those BLI loving, shit-stinkin', fucks; excuse my French.  Even if I was a good shot.

So I hobbled out of there as quickly as I could.  Not good stayin' in one spot for too long anyways, I could already feel the sun beating down on me.  Once I was in the clear I got up and hobbled the way home.  And now a day later here I am, and my foot feels a hell of a lot better.  Kinda pisses me off that my foot got my friend killed.

But fuck.  Moral of the story in my opinion: better to be mad than sad.  Rage is a powerful motivator, even if it's aimed at no one in particular.  I don't know who killed Remembrance.  I can't name the Drac, they all look the same.  I can't go on some crazy renegade revenge quest, as glorifying as that sounds.  All I know is that I don't want to be here anymore.  Twenty-Seven CAP agreed.  We had to get out.  It's time to live.  It's time to do something good.

And for all you Dracs, or even Killjoys who want to find our little hideaway, good luck.  I can honestly say It wasn't found for three years and good luck trying to find it.  I'll give you a hint.  It's in Zone 3 and it's near a mountainside.  You'll see our drawings on the walls that we carved in and you'll know you're there.  Fat chance you'll find it unless you've received a vision from God and we all know I don't mean BLI.  Or any other fake Gods out there.  Because as far as I'm concerned, God doesn't exist.

I mean shit.  Look at this place.

So we're heading out tonight.  Going nowhere in particular, but with the whole world laid out in front of us.  I can't dwell on Remembrance.  It'll only bring me down.  As I said: rage over sadness.  It's the only way to live these days and it's the only thing that keeps me going.  I'll keep my radio up and broadcast every week.  After all, it was a gift from Remembrance Raver himself.  He said it might save my life one day.

I won't lie.  They say in the desert you can't remember your name.  Seems true enough.  I hate the heat and I sweat like a pig.  So I drew a picture while doing this broadcast.  Not that I'm an artist, but it'll serve it's purpose.  I'll carry it with me and if I ever forget my name I'll remember who I am and what I'm doing.

So for all you Killjoys out there, I'm coming for ya.  I'm coming out, living my life, looking for adventure, or whatever shit comes at me.  Because I'm ready to live, not just waste my days in a cave anymore.  Oh shit did I say cave?  Ah well there's your next clue for all you shelter-hunters.  But anyways…

I have the same message for all you Draculoids.  I'm coming for ya.  And I don't mean that in the same way that I meant it for the Killjoys listening in.  Because at least they have something worth living for.  You guys… well… you guys have nothing.

So tonight we head out with no destination in mind.  I have no goal, no one to find…

…

Well… there is that one person.  But fat chance I'll find her now, she died to me a long time ago.  Who knows though.  Maybe fate does have something in store for me.

See ya on the dead side Killjoys, and tune in next week.  I'll be here at 33.3 FM, my new permanent home.  Cause God knows I'll be zone jumping these days like a bunny lookin' for some lovin'.  And I'll stay trigger happy the whole time cause no one's ghosting me anytime soon.

Stay trigger happy lovelies.  This is Nightmare on 33.3 FM, out.

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