Information about Personal Intel: Season 1 from San Francisco named Tainted Deck.
Frontier Truth Broadcast 2046
Greetings and slow mutations. Today’s word: War! War! War!
Dark Matter is back. You probably remember them from a snappy little number they were known for a decade ago called genocide of the Human Race.
The E-Reps are mobilized, shots have been fired, and we are talking showdown in the Bay Area.
Questions remain. Why now? Why San Francisco? Why am I not broadcasting from a bunker?
My loyal listeners, I don’t need to remind you that this area was given a botched face-lift in the Pale Wars.
Dark Matter and Uncle E-Rep are both death dealers. So imagine a hand we’re going to be dealt this time. I fold. I’m out. It’s a tainted deck.
If you’re smart, you’re already packing and heading east before the end of this transmission. If you’re an old fool like me, you’re digging a hole, hunkering down, and hoping for the best.
Until next time, and that may be foolish optimism, be good to each other. Stay safe, don’t stop questioning, Defiance, and all that. This is Weston Marx.
