The Brutally Honest Man-Child
"Welcome, dear listeners, to 106.9 FM, the only station this side the 'Wick! It's currently six forty-seven A.M., and I'm your host, the Great Rocky, and we've got a slew of news to drop on you this fine morning...
"Reports of a thick fog rolling in from the south has most people understandably on edge, and with this fog comes a great many superstitious sort. Many of those who live near the south might have seen people claiming to be 'the Fog Bringers'. A load of shit, if you ask me, but keep a Rad-X handy, and a loaded gun. On to other news...
"People near the Eight-hundred up north have witnessed hulking silhouettes blanketed in the fog that covers the mountain. Many still claim to have seen aircraft coming and going to the mountain. What's this mean? Your guess is as good as mine.
This coincides with the opening of Vault one-twenty-seven, many of its inhabitants coming out armed for bear with an army of robots behind them. It'd be wise to stay out of their way, but who knows, maybe they'll be open for trade?
"Let's play some music. This is the Ink Spots with We'll Meet Again."