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“Good afternoon to all you out in the Big Empty, you’re tuned into Roughcoat Radio, with your host Dead Air blathering on in your ears, providing entertainment, chat, and otherwise sanity to everyone out there from Topatow to the SCAB. First pleasantries, turns out that pair of balefire warheads that detonated late yesterday night thankfully didn’t hit anyone, ‘cept they did manage to give a trio of smoothcoats one hell of a scare. Crazy bastards, said they were trying to avoid the storm en route to SCAB - if anyone’s still left alive out that way and ya see an earth pony, pegasus, and unicorn carryin’ weapons towards ya, don’t open fire. Last thing we need is another goddess-damned war, as a lot of you can likely agree.
 
“Anyways, the lines are open, anyone out there wanting to get a few minutes of airtime can feel free to break in at any point. Celestia knows it’s not like we’ve got all that much else going on ’round here…”