Dashite radio

by Charming Melody

Rating: mature
Tags: Slice of Life, Fallout, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Sad
Length: 1047

Dashite radio had been going for celestia knows how long and frost wanted to keep it going for as long as she could

Dashite radio was a long running standout in a pretty remote area of the wastelands. The goal was simple. Keep the folk of this area informed of issues locally and from the greater wastes. Do it with the perspective of somepony who has a unique view on things.

Published 2018-10-20 18:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2018-10-20 18:40:01 UTC

Dashite Radio

Pain is a natural thing that every creature has gone through at some point. It is the one thing that unifies. My hooves are scarred from the broken glass Strewn across the ground for instance. Honestly though, I started by feeling like pain was the only constant thing in this Celestia forsaken shithole of a wasteland, but I guess that was just before I saw the distinct beauty of a place like this. The weather doesn’t really matter either. It all just adds up to this distinct ugliness. Like right now I am staring at an enclave ship passing by, probably heading to who knows where.

That is one of the few things that scares a Dashite like me. Not really sure whether all of you listeners trust me or not, but please at least accept that I hate the enclave as much as the rest of you. I still have to thank Stoneheart for all she does as usual.

It wasn’t like she were literally here, but I wanted it to seem so for some reason. I didn’t want them to know that most of the time it was just mail from her if anything at all. That was my only contact with the outside world most of the year.

On a lighter note, if it can be called that, a raddog group seems to be heading this way. Try to be careful, and know that in a pinch raddog meat isn’t that bad. Now I would like to play you something. This is Neighdele with Somepony Like You.

Honestly this gave me a chance to gather my thoughts more than anything. I didn’t want to cry on air, but with all that went on in the wasteland it was hard to avoid.

As the music ended a voice slowly faded in. Welcome back listeners, while you were gone, I received word that the enclave are taking over radio towers to try and silence ponies like me. I would like to believe I could somehow fight them off, but there will be a time when this radio station goes dark.

On that note, I did hear that alpha station went dark. I know a few of you probably listened to good old Ironwood. He was kind of as close to a friend as I could have being holed up in here all the time. All I can hope though is that he is at least safe.

And now a song really close to my heart. It is a song entitled Oats in the water by an unnamed artist.

The song ended and it was eerily quiet. I want to take a moment to be serious and open up to all of you. Maybe it’s the feeling I won’t be here forever, or maybe it is just wanting to let you all in just a little bit more. My names Ice. Well part of it anyways. I’m a Dashite as I have probably told you before, but my story isn’t easy. It starts with firmly believing we should help those on the ground. I don’t know. I just wasn’t into holing myself up in the clouds. There had to be so much to see. There certainly was, but that’s not why I wanted to talk like this. I just wanted to say that changing yourself just to fit in somehow. To make it so that you don’t seem out of place wherever you are is pointless. Go with whatever you believe in. I’m not going to say it will be easy. I lost the love of my life for my beliefs. I digress. You probably don’t really even care about that anyways.

I almost forgot. In the irregular, but recurring segment I do on guns, I have a new entry. It’s something called the nerf dart launcher. As I would tag it though, It’s nerf and nothing.™ As far as I can tell, the darts that were given to me with it are pretty useless. Considering how irradiated we all are, or I assume we all are. How effective is poison really going to be? I have been led to believe that these guns are enough around that perhaps they are better for parts than as a weapon.

Don’t let this next song fool you, bloatsprites are nasty little buggers.

That was bloatsprites by Owlowiscious City. I have to say it is such a good metaphor for a relationship. Somehow though I can’t take it positively.

I heard tell of a wedding in what I hope is my coverage area, so I want to do a little something and put on a song of congratulations. This is called At last.

I really spent my time enjoying the song. It wasn’t like I had many good chances to put something like that on.

Being notified of a wedding like that really does remind me just how alone I am having been cooped up in this studio for so long. I mean I used to go out, but as the settlements seemed to move away, I realized it was easier if the traders came to me. Their selection may be terrible compared to what a settlement might have, but I make do. I guess it could be said, that’s the life of a radio pony. It did help, though that even as it got more and more dangerous around this tower there were still ponies willing to risk themselves on account of me. Honestly I couldn’t do any of this without any of them. They are basically my little news crew, sending me letters every so often to just let me know what’s out there in the greater wastes and even closer to home. It’s why I am going to say this very clearly………… the broadcast seemed to fizzle before starting again.

Pain is a natural thing that every creature has gone through at some point…..

The thing was that before she could warn the locals about the enclave coming to eradicate this part of the wastes she had been shot dead.

Author's Note

This was an idea floating around in my head for years. I could never find a story quite like this. I just wanted to show things from a DJs perspective.