[static]e’ve got it.
[sound of finger tapping microphone]
Is this thing on?
My producer says we’re broadcasting! How wondrous. If you’re hearing this now you stumbled onto our signal and I’d like to extend a warm welcome to everyone in the region. How about an introduction?
My name is Rob Justice and I’m the Bazaar Tsar of NorthWest Arkansas. If you haven’t heard of the Bazaar before, let me tell you a little bit about it. A few years ago a group of scavengers were caught in one of those acid rain, lightning, and shit storms. They hunkered down in the burned out husk of a hotel and after the obligatory in-fighting became reluctant allies.
A few of them saw the value in meeting up like this. Communities coming together to trade supplies and gossip. They decided to meet up again in a year and the gathering was born.
Now, things like this kept going for a couple of years until some bad eggs showed up. The little gathering that could had turned into a pretty significant event and attracted the attention of some… well, let me speak frankly, goddamn cannibals.
That’s when they reached out to me. See, I’m not from around these parts. I don’t have a vested interest in the future of your region and that allows me to be pretty damned impartial to your pleas. They asked me to step in and facilitate the Bazaar. Help establish a little bit of order and organization to this haphazard get together.
Obviously, I agreed. This year will be the first of what I hope is a glorious beginning. On July 31st at 6:00pm CST I’ll be in your little town. Until then, I’ll be sending out bits and pieces of information when I get it. I’m going to sign off for now, but you’ll be hearing from me again soon.
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