RPC-951 - RPC Authority

RPC-951

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Registered Phenomenon Code: 951

Object Class: Beta-Yellow

Secondary Class: Neutralized

Hazard Types:Additional Properties:

Transmutation

Auditory

Memory Alteration

Containment Protocols: Stillcreek is evacuated and is currently under Authority control. No unauthorized individuals are to be allowed on the premises. A record of RPC-951 is to be kept for archival purposes. If it is needed, individuals exposed to amnestic procedures may be sent to Stillcreek and exposed to RPC-951 until they regain the desired memory.

KOTA radio station in Stillcreek, Texas, circa 1943

Description: RPC-951 refers to an anomalous radio signal broadcast from KOTA radio station in Stillcreek, Texas. Individuals who hear RPC-951 regularly will begin to undergo a transformation. First, aging in the individual slows, then stops completely. Then, after approximately a week of regular listening, they will begin to regress in age at an exaggerated rate, hereby referred to as "de-aging". The rate at which a subject de-ages will always be higher than the rate at which the subject ages.

Subjects also report progressively regaining memories lost - the rate at which this process happens is faster than the regression of physical age, with subjects recalling memories far earlier than they would have remembered at their regressed ages. The rate at which RPC-951 affects an individual is directly proportional to how close that individual comes to the source of RPC-951.¹

When an individual has de-aged to the state of infancy, the process will continue, with the individual regressing to a fetus, then a cluster of stem cells, and finally a pair of sperm and egg cells. Individuals who have listened to RPC-951 enough to remember their whole life will begin to "remember" life before existence, uncovering "memories" prior to their birth. This process often causes ego death and the death of the self within subjects affected.

If the individual stops listening to RPC-951 regularly, they will, in a matter of seconds, progress their physical forms to their state prior to listening to RPC-951, losing any memories that could be gained.

Currently, RPC-951 is limited to the town of Stillcreek, Texas, and thus poses no great threat as long as the town is kept defunct.²

Discovery: RPC-951 was first discovered after reports reversed aging in Stillcreek in conjunction with an urban myth about a radio show that can reverse aging appearing in the towns around Stillcreek. At this point, around one and a half years had passed since RPC-951 began to broadcast from KOTA. Authority agent James Salerno was dispatched to investigate on █/██/199█. Salerno was placed undercover into the community as a police officer.

» Interview log 951.1

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Date: █/██/199█
Interviewer: Agent Salerno
Interviewee: Abigail ████
Salerno was given orders to interview civilians under the cover story of "public census". Mrs. ████ was a longtime resident of Stillcreek, and at the time had regressed back to 65 years of age. The following is an audio log.

[BEGIN LOG]

Salerno knocks on a door. After a few seconds, ████ walks over and opens the door.

Salerno: Hello ma'am, I'm with the Public Broadcasting Service. I was wondering if you could answer a few questions concerning your media usage? It will only take a few minutes of your time.

████: Oh, of course. Come in.

Salerno: Thank you ma'am.

Footsteps can be heard.

████: Please do sit down mister…..

Salerno: Salerno, ma'am.

████: Salerno. Would you like some refreshments?

Salerno: No thank you, ma'am. If it would be alright, I have to leave as soon as possible.

████: Oh.

████ sighs.

████: My, what a shame. I barely get any visitors around here anymore.

Salerno: Hm. Well, would it be alright if I began to ask a few questions?

████: Of course.

Salerno: Alright.

[Extraneous logs removed. Salerno first asked extraneous questions to better justify his cover story and make the interviewee more suceptible to answering honestly.]

Salerno: Miss, how long have you been living in this town?

████: Well, ever since I was a young girl. I've lived my whole life here. Kids' moved away, but ol' Abby's still hangin' around Stillcreek.

████ chuckles.

Salerno: I see. Have there been any recent changes to the town? Anything different, given your long time living here?

████ pauses.

████: Well, there's been some changes, but those've been more gradual if anythin'. Compared to the good ol' days, it's different, definitely. Folks always move so fast. No appreciation for fine detail, always on their teevees and computers. In terms of recent changes - well, a few years back, the ol' KOTA radio station started up again. Owned by a nice ol' gentleman up there. I listen to it - really does bring me back.

Salerno: Hm. Miss, how does listening to the KOTA station make you feel?

████: It's a bit of a throwback. Takes me back to when I was a lil' gal, and all the boys at the high school chased after me…but I do say, it makes me feel younger. Guess what they say is true - listenin' to radio's good for the ol' coconut.

Salerno: Could you elaborate, ma'am?

████ pauses.

████: Now, y'all in the guv'ment's prolly full of em sciency types, so forgive me if I seem like a right ol' fool, but I swear on my life that radio show is somethin' special. I'm an ol' lady now, y'know. Memory's fadin'. But these days, I'm rememberin' more than I'm forgettin'.

Salerno: I see. Could you give me an example?

████: Well, just this mornin', I suddenly remembered where I'd hid my husband's old ring. I was goin' mad tryin' to find the thing a few years back, but where it was just sorta' popped into my mind.

Salerno: Thank you for your time, ma'am. That's all that I needed.

████: Do trust me, mister. I may seem like a crazy ol' coot, and radio may be dead in the water to you folks, but trust me, it'll do you good. 8 in the mornin' to 8 in the night, won't take too much of your time.

Salerno: Alright, ma'am. I will. Have a good day.

Further interviews revealed similar patterns. Approximately a third of the town and most of its elderly population actively listened to KOTA. Inspection of government documents revealed that KOTA station was currently owned by Phillip Acker, a stock trader who recently returned to Stillcreek. Acker, as the host of RPC-951, will hereby be referred to as RPC-951-A.

» Recording of RPC-951 broadcast 951.2

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After Salerno reported his findings to the Authority, he was instructed to record a broadcast of RPC-951. Salerno tuned in at around 8 am EST on █/█/199█, when the "call-in" segment started.

[BEGIN LOG]

RPC-951-A: Good morning, Stillcreek! Lovely day we're having. I'm your host, as it always was, Phil Acker. Spring's coming in nicely - it's days like these that remind me of when I was just a boy. As per usual, we'll be taking calls at this time. Just dial ███-███-████, and you'll be on air. So, today, our topic is Daytona, and-

A phone rings.

RPC-951-A: Seems we've got a call already. Hello sir or madam, how are you this lovely morning?

█████: Hey, Phil! It's me, Jane. I'm doing well, really. Weather's nice, ain't it?

RPC-951-A: Sure is. Say, how's Bill doin'?

█████: Same ol', same ol'. Ol' fart's doin' well. Good day for races, who do you think will win?

RPC-951-A: Daytona? Well, frankly, I got no clue. From what I hear, we oughta have a close eye on Jarett.

█████: Mhm. Honestly, I know even less 'bout cars than you do, Phil. And you're the one who wrecked yours in a week back in '51!

█████ laughs.

RPC-951-A: Well, I've been luckier now. Smarter, too. But it was nice, no? We just laughed it off, didn't we?

█████: Yep. Folks round here didn't take it that seriously - not even your dad, heavens.

RPC-951-A: That's just how it was in the good ol' days, hm?

█████: I s'pose so. Miss those good ol' days. Speakin' of, you hear they're tearin' down the ol' theater to build another one of em' malls?

RPC-951-A: Dang, really? I didn't know…

█████: It's real sad, no? That theater's an important part of our town history, can't believe they're takin' it down now.

RPC-951-A: Guess that's just how this generation is, huh Jane?

█████: Guess so. It'd be different in the good ol' days, folks'd come up in arms if someone tried to take it down. Now, the kids'll just sit down and play with whatever new doodad comes out.

RPC-951-A: A shame.

█████: Really, a shame.

RPC-951-A: Least we can remember what this town used to be, huh?

█████: Guess so. Have a good day, Phil! I'm off to work.

RPC-951-A: See ya, Jane.

Further details have been left out for brevity. RPC-951-A brought on a variety of other guests from Stillcreek, most of which had known it personally. A common theme of conversation was the reminiscence of the past. At around 10 AM EST, RPC-951-A switched to broadcasting a series of popular American music from the 1950s. Individuals could call in to request different songs, which seemed to be all available. At around 6 PM, RPC-951 entered another "call in" period, where more guests called in. RPC-951 ended at 8 pm EST.

Test Proposal
Date: █/█/199█
Proposer: Agent James Salerno
Purpose: To test and confirm the effects of KOTA broadcasts.
Proposal: Agent Salerno is to injure himself noticeably, and then continually listen to broadcasts of the Stillcreek . If the wound heals, the theory of temporal regeneration will be more viable, and the broadcasts will hereby be designated RPC-951.
Status: APPROVED

» Interview log 951.3

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Date: █/██/199█
Interviewer: Agent Salerno
Interviewee: RPC-951-A
After the broadcast ended, Salerno was given orders to speak to RPC-951-A at the KOTA radio station. Upon arrival, he found RPC-951-A leaving the station, whereupon the interview began.

[BEGIN LOG]

Sound of a door swinging open. Music can be heard playing faintly.

Salerno: Excuse me, sir? I'm with the Public Broadcasting Service, and we were wondering if you could answer a few questions.

RPC-951-A pauses, and chuckles.

RPC-951-A: Sure. What're you fed types doin' out here in Stillcreek?

Salerno: I'm with the Stillcreek police department, sir. I transferred here from the city, this is my first assignment.

RPC-951-A: Oh, my. From the big city? Where're you from, Houston? You seem like you have a northern kinda accent, but it's hard to tell these days.

Salerno: Massachusetts. Came here from Cleveland.

RPC-951-A: I see, I see……well, welcome to Stillcreek.

RPC-951-A gestures towards the town down the hill.

RPC-951-A: It really ain't much, but it's home, that's for sure. Tough luck transferring here and being told to interview old geezers instead of doing actual police work, huh?

Salerno: No, I really don't mind.

RPC-951-A: That's the spirit, kid. You know, back in the good ol' days, Stillcreek wasn't as small as it is now. We'd have all kinds of folks, the city, the suburbs, from all over the states come here. You see that ol' high school over there, mister….

Salerno: Salerno, sir.

RPC-951-A: Salerno.

RPC-951-A looks away and points to a derelict building in the town.

RPC-951-A: That's Beecher Prep - remember used to be what them fancy folks call a "magnet". I went there, ya know?

Salerno: That's nice, mister Acker.

RPC-951-A turns around.

RPC-951-A: Acker?

Salerno: You run the KOTA station. I've listened to your show before.

RPC-951-A: Right, yes. I'm Acker. Phil Acker, you can just call me Phil. What was I talking about?

Salerno: Beecher Prep High school.

RPC-951-A: Yes, Beecher Prep. Shame they closed it down - regulations, kids these days are too firm with em. Shame.

RPC-951-A sighs.

RPC-951-A: You know, I remember back when the youth still cared about this place, we had volunteers everywhere. Someone would've volunteered to give your PBS questionnaire thing, and a good young fellow like you wouldn't have to do it. It was different back then.

Salerno: Indeed, Mr. Acker. But I need you to answer a few questions. I promise it won't take too long.

RPC-951-A chuckles.

RPC-951-A: Oh, I'm rambling again. Silly old me. Yes, I'd like to not waste any more of your time young man. I'll be happy to answer you a few questions.

Salerno: Fantastic.

[Extraneous logs removed. Salerno first asked extraneous questions to better justify his cover story and make the interviewee more suceptible to answering honestly.]

Salerno: How long have you been living in Stillcreek, Mister Acker?

RPC-951-A: Lived here back when I was a little boy up until high school. Left the town to go fight in 'Nam and get into a college. You know, when you're young, all that you want to do is get away from the past. I was so enraptured by this ideal, I threw myself headfirst into a war! Foolish, no?

RPC-951-A chuckles.

RPC-951-A: I even left my old sweetheart back here - thank god she didn't avoid me when I came back. I was lucky to come back here and we left for New York for what we thought was good. We made a good name for ourselves, for a while…..but now the kids are left and she's gone. I'm old now. You know, when you're my age, you can finally appreciate how good the old times were. How precious each and every little memory was.

RPC-951-A sighs.

RPC-951-A: Remembrance is a beautiful thing, kid.

Salerno: I see. You run KOTA back there, yes?

RPC-951-A: Indeedy.

Salerno: May I ask why?

RPC-951-A: Why? Are you confused that an old man like me's still doin' this silly lil' show years after radio died?

Salerno: I wouldn't phrase it like so, but PBS is interested in radio and people who still listen and produce it, yes.

RPC-951-A pauses.

RPC-951-A: I guess it just….helps with remembering. And it's one of the few things that hasn't changed a bit since the good ol' days. And I've always liked radio and wanted to give back to this town, so things just happened. Good to see a few old friends again.

Salerno: I see. Have there been any changes to the town since you arrived?

RPC-951-A: Not really, no. Folks seem a bit happier though, they say they like my program. Really warms my heart.

RPC-951-A checks its watch.

Salerno: Thank you, sir. That's all the questions.

RPC-951-A: Alright. Glad I could be of assistance, young man.

RPC-951-A walks away for a moment, then turns back.

RPC-951-A: And don't forget to tune into the program! We're on from eight to eight, every day.

Salerno: I will.

RPC-951-A: Take care, young man! Don't forget! 195.1 KOTA!

[END LOG]

Test Result Report
Date: █/█/199█
Writer: Agent James Salerno
Result: After 1 day of exposure to KOTA broadcasts, wounds have been fully healed. This confirms the anomalous nature of the KOTA broadcasts. I propose that the KOTA broadcasts are to be designated RPC-951.
Status APPROVED

Following confirmation of anomalous properties, the town of Stillcreek was evacuated under the pretense "chemical leak" and current containment procedures were put in place. MST Charlie-9 "Countryside Hypocrites" was dispatched to Stillcreek after evacuation to investigate.

Following the operation, 2 personnel assigned to the mission are reported deceased.

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Date: ██/█/199█
Interviewer: Dr. Paul Sewer
Interviewee: Sergeant Dane Ashton, MST Charlie-9

[BEGIN LOG]

Sewer: Testing, testing. Mic on?

Ashton: Seems to be working for me.

Sewer: Alright, perfect. Let's proceed with the interview then. To begin, could you please give an overview of the operation?

Ashton grunts.

Ashton: Nothing much to say. Went towards that anomaly up on the hill, tried to confront the old man there, didn't go well. None of our devices had any effect…nothing we could do, really. Explosives, drills, nothing works on the station. Only option left is just to let it happen.

Sewer: Can you elaborate on how it didn't go well?

Ashton: Well, we underestimated the anomaly. Or better phrased, I underestimated the anomaly. We'd been briefed on 951's properties prior to attempted containment, but I never expect it to be that potent. When we tried to stop the old man from going back into his station - it happened. Almost instantly. The rest of the team and I were able to cover our ears in time but…..it only took half a minute. Bronco and Judas³ were just, gone.

Sewer: Can you elaborate?

Ashton: Well, first the fear set in for them. I know what a man looks like when he's truly afraid. Their eyes went wide and they clammed up and opened their mouths as if to scream but nothing came out. They shrunk, back to an infant, then to a fetus, and then….nothing. Nothing that we could see, at least.

Sewer: My condolences, sir.

Ashton: Thank you. I've seen many casualities over the years, but it's still difficult. Shit.

A pause.

Sewer: May I ask how they were shrunk?

Ashton: Well, you see, all of us MST members carry radios around for communication. Bronco and Judas were comms fellows, so they wear those headsets they use to talk easily. When we noticed the anomaly start to play on radio devices the rest of the team was able to distance themselves from the devices and cover their ears but well…..they make those headsets tight, is all I'm going to say.

Sewer: Did the anomaly begin to affect your radio devices before or after the encounter with dash A?

Ashton: After. Before we tried to stop him from going back inside the station he was very polite, actually. Didn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary about the town. Poor old geezer.

Sewer: Did you speak to him?

Ashton: Yes, we did. We tried to convince him that he should leave the station behind but he didn't listen. "The people of this town love the show", he said. Something about it being the last remnants of what Stillcreek once was….he was pretty agitated.

Sewer: I see. But anomalous effects didn't begin until you attempted to physically apprehend him, right?

Ashton: That's correct. We couldn't even touch him. Old man didn't notice what was happening in the present, just mumbled something about the past and walked right into the station and closed the door.

Sewer: Thanks. Do you note any lingering effects?

Ashton clears his throat.

Ashton: No. I did get shrunk a bit before I got out of there, though. Effects have disappeared, pretty much, so I'm good. Please tell Bronco and Judas's folks that they have my condolences.

Sewer: I will. That will be all, sir. Thank you for your time.

[END LOG]

Further attempts at blocking the transmission of RPC-951 have also failed - current procedure appears to be the only way to minimize damages.

» Recording of RPC-951 broadcast 951.5

» Update 5/6/2013 951.6

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DECLASSIFIED

Name & Rank: J. Gibson: Record Management
Unit: MST Charlie 9 "Countryside Hypocrites"
Date: June 2, 2013

Authorized By: Director Jean-Paul Martin
Site: OL-951
Reason: Record + Documentation

Mission Task: Investigation / Rescue

Objective: To assess, prevent, and document damages done by RPC-951. Secondary objective: Neutralization of RPC-951.

Mission Commander: Milton King

Relevant Phenomena Composure: RPC-951 is an anomalous radio broadcast that causes slow de-aging effects and the restoration of memories in normal listeners. Since 5/6/2013, RPC-951's effective range began to increase at an alarming speed, beginning to affect radios in surrounding towns. In addition to that, the effect of RPC-951 has also apparently began to increase in volitability, with its "de-aging" effect being around 23x as effective as it was prior to 5/6/2013. Recordings of RPC-951 after 5/6/2013 have all been "reruns" of previous broadcasts.

Attempts at striking RPC-951 from the air have been futile, with radio jammers, FCC regulation and many other methods proving completely ineffective at stopping its transmission. As a last resort, on 5/10/2013, MST Charlie-9 was sent to investigate possible changes and perhaps convince RPC-951-A to stop the phenomenon.

Exploration and recontainment log 951.6
Captain: Commander Agarwal(C9-Cap)
Team: Operators Janson(C9-1) and Leahy(C9-2)
Armaments: Standard investigative equipment, specialized anti-sound headphones
Foreword: Charlie-9 arrived at Stillcreek in order to investigate the cause of the containment breach and to possibly negotiate with RPC-951-A.

[BEGIN LOG]

Charlie-9 arrives at Stillcreek and drives towards the KOTA station. As they go past the various abandoned buildings, there is abnormally low amount of wear and tear. Many buildings seem to be repaired, in a way. Later, inspection of footage showed that Stillcreek had, in parts, reverted back to how it was in 1951. These changes were not visible outside of Stillcreek.

As the vehicle moves across the abandoned town and closer to the station, more buildings come into focus. They're dilapidated but new at the same time, shining monuments in a desolate place. An advertisement for a soda brand that has never existed hangs on the theater. It reads: "Try Noka![sic] It'll Wake You Right Up!".⁴

C9-1 coughs.

As the vehicle gets closer to the radio station, distortions within the town become more apparent. The department store and the grocery have merged. The roads are shining and clean, and the sound of people laughing and chattering can be heard. The vehicle reaches the hill and begins to ascend as the KOTA station comes into view, its antennae seemingly piercing the sky. Despite previous accounts, the station is shining and clean, but its old parts still stick out. Cracked bricks and exposed pipes and rusted metal letters that spell out KOTA atop the door.

Charlie-9 leaves their vehicle. It is silent save for the humming of the engine. They approach the entrance, guns drawn. C9-1 reaches the door first. He grabs the handle.

The door is unlocked. It opens with a rusty groan. A moment passes, but no sound is detected within the KOTA station. Charlie-9 moves in.

The lights are still on. The inside of the KOTA station seems to be completely non-anomalous, dust floating in the air as the door is opened. The camera pans, revealing the corpse of one Phillip Acker(Formerly RPC-951-A) upon the production chair.⁵ The corpse's eyes are closed but its mouth is open, as if it's saying something. It has not decayed.

C9-2: Shit.

Inspection of the station reveals numerous documents that have since been recovered. A log of items recovered may be found in the addendum.

C9-Cap approaches the control panel and turns the station off. RPC-951 broadcasts stop permanently. They leave shortly after bringing along with them recovered materials.

[END LOG]

Closing statement: Great success. RPC-951 is hereby deemed neutralized.

Addendum 951.7: Recovered materials

345 USD, mint condition.

Acker's passport and birth cirtificate, mint condition.

An image of Acker's family, badly damaged.

An image of Acker with his wife, Lilian ████, dated to 1951. It seems to be an important occasion, as Acker is wearing a tuxedo and ████ is wearing a purple dress. "'51, Don't forget!" is written in sharpie in the bottom left corner.

A collection of books, most prominently by Marcel Proust.

A collection of classic "50s rock" CDs, likely played during the show. 5 of them are broken.

Acker's personal journal, in very poor condition. A large portion of it has been rendered unreadable due to an infestation of various pests. A transcript of the journal can be found below.

Acker's corpse, anomalously resistant to decay. Incinerated and buried in Stillcreek cemetery.⁶

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Date: ██/█/199█

I'm moving back to Stillcreek today, miss that old town.
As I'm writing this I've packed up the last of my things and am in my car, and I'm starting this journal up again because I feel as if this is a turning point in my life. I ran from that town for years, and now I'm going back [ILLEGIBLE] had the chance. Haven't heard from Evan in years, maybe I should call him.

The following 5 entries are illegible.

Date: ██/█/199█

Nothing much happened today, but I saw a few of those skateboarding kids cruise down the sidewalk. Frankly, I can't get them at all, cruising down the street at such high speeds - kids don't have any idea how easy it is to get hurt. Went out shopping today. [ILLEGIBLE] so his daughter Sophie's manning the store. Business is slow for them - they even have a donation box. I never really talked to Sophie that much in the past, but we were acquianted.[sic]
Poor Sophie. Time's not [ILLEGIBLE] I don't think they got my call - reception here's pretty poor, or maybe I'm just messing up with this new phone doodad they made. That'd explain it.

The following 6 entries are illegible.

Date: ██/█/199█

Went up to the old KOTA station today. Can't believe they haven't torn it down yet - hasn't broadcasted anything in years. Looking back on it brings me back to the good old days. I was talking with Fred and he said something along the lines of "you used to run a show right?", and I told him that yes, I'd been an avid listener of radio my whole life and it's a damn shame there aren't many good shows we can get here. He told me about the station and I just had to go - couldn't help it, right?
The old dish that we'd had atop the building's fine, surprisingly. Everything else is in a state of [ILLEGIBLE] told me the town owns it now, and that they were actually putting it up for sale. It'd be a mighty good spot for a home, certainly. It'd be a shame to see it go, but it's not like I'm made of money. Shit. It's got an old record player as well, able to broadcast.
Looking back on the old thing takes me back. You know, Mr. Bradford used to call it the "King of the Air". That's what KOTA's supposed to stand for, or what they made it stand for. It wasn't much of a king back then, really did get overshadowed by the big shows but folks still tuned in - [ILLEGIBLE] I wonder how Mr. Bradford and Collin are doing. Collin used to drive me mad whenever we had a big show, he'd always hog the mic and I'd get a little red…hah! We used to go town to the malt shop and get ourselves one of those big shakes that Big Jim made. They called em "Big Jim's Big Shakes". Not the most clever name, but it sticks I [ILLEGIBLE]
It's not like I have any real obligation to help this old bird fly again, but it feels wrong to leave the king in such a sorry state. Lily'd skin me alive if she saw me even hesitating with this decision - she'd say something like "Phil if you spend your money on something so gaudy then you must have no sense left" or something along those lines. But she's not here to stop me now, and it's not like I need money nor do the kids need it.
I called em today, [ILLEGIBLE] finally picked up. Didn't say too much, just "Hey dad" and "Hey son" and "How're you doing" and other vapid things. It's good to hear his voice again.

The following 2 entries are illegible.

Date: ██/██/199█

The KOTA station's about done, really. It wasn't as bad as I'd thought - sure, the whole thing needs a paint job and there's still more cleaning to do, but no [ILLEGIBLE]. The broadcasting pieces [ILLEGIBLE] it on my radio and it worked….audio's all messed up though. Gotta remember how to use this thing again. KOTA's supposed to stand for something, I think. Collin told me it back in the day. Guess the old noggin's failing.
Not picking up. It's probably the signal…I'd give anything to talk to my old folks now. I hope the new generation's not that different from ours..

Date: ██/██/199█

There we go, baby! It's all done and done. Don't need [ILLEGIBLE]. Don't know what to talk about though…maybe I'll just tell a bunch of folks about it and have them call in. Us folks need something for us, so maybe I can fill that niche a bit.

Date: █/██/199█

People love it! It's been a few months since I [ILLEGIBLE] to see so many familiar faces call in. Just today, Jerry actually called. The Jerry Watkins. I don't think anyone ever knew what he looked like, he was like a sort of urban legend. Strange, hm?
Folks tell me listening to my show brings them back to when times were good and when Stillcreek was still [ILLEGIBLE]. Lola'd[sic] hate the show, she'd nag me day and night.

43 of the following entries are illegible.

Date: █/█/199█

Another good day for radio. Some may say it's dead in the water, but at least this town appreciates it. Funny person called in today while I was playing the music segment, [ILLEGIBLE]. Man, if Colby was sitting here besides me, he'd [ILLEGIBLE]
A CD broke today - shame, it was a rare one as well. Other than that, fairly uneventful.
Kids didn't call, nor did they pick up. I wonder how Deirdre's doing.

Date: █/█/199█

Had a strange dream tonight - saw a woman in a purple dress. I had a dance with her and I woke up. Writing it down so I don't forget.

Date: █/█/199█

I don't know when I broke a CD, but I have shards of one under a table. It was a rare one too, was wondering where it went. Nothing interesting to report, show went well.

Date: █/██/199█

Met a strange gentleman today - said he was with the police force, a transfer, apparently. Wanted to interview me for PBS - [ILLEGIBLE], most likely. I ended up babbling about the old Beachside preparatory school, shame what happened there. Not a very emotive person - Mexican. Seemed [ILLEGIBLE]

Date: ██/█/199█

The world's gone mad. Damn. Bunch of thugs came to my door, yelling about stopping the program and casualities and whatnot. They tried to grab me, but I was too fast. Staying inside the station for now, going to continue the program.

Date: ██/██/199█

The world's gone mad. Damn. Bunch of thugs came to my door, yelling about stopping the program and casualities and whatnot. They tried to grab me, but I was too fast. Staying inside the station for now, going to continue the program.

The rest of the journal is filled with the same entry, stopping around 5 days before the radius of RPC-951's influence began to increase. How the KOTA station was operated during this time is currently unknown.

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