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Top of the World Radio, later known as Rose's Raider Radio, is a radio station in Appalachia.
Background[]
The radio was located atop the Top of the World building in the Pleasant Valley Ski Resort of West Virginia. Before the Great War, the radio and their marketing team were looking for clients to advertise their businesses, stating they broadcasted 24/7 and reached the people located on the valleys and peaks across Appalachia.[1] After the War, the customers of the ski resort become the raider group known as the Cutthroats, and turned the building into their headquarters. At some point later, the customized Miss Nanny Rose took over the radio and begun spreading news about the raider gangs. In the end though, the Scorched Plague destroyed most of Appalachia's settlements, leaving Pleasant Valley in ruins. Rose survived and continued using the radio, which eventually lost it reach outside the surrounding area.
By 2103, the vault dwellers from 76, after approaching the Savage Divide, heard a weak signal of Rose which said to come looking for help in order to help her fix the band signal. After fixing it, the now renamed Rose's Raider Radio was able to broadcast across the whole of Appalachia.[2] During these broadcasts, Rose managed to get the attention of people near Appalachia, who came to the region in search of a treasure the Miss Nanny had been mentioning.[3][4]
Location[]
The signal has a limited range, and can only be picked up near Top of the World and its surrounding areas. Listening to this radio station begins the quest Signal Strength. After completing it, the signal is boosted, enabling Rose's Raider Radio to begin broadcasting across Appalachia. The radio station does not play any music, but instead has Rose comment about the day-to-day live of raiders; about chems, its uses and effects; and she is beckoning wastelanders to come to the Top of the World in order to join a new raider gang.
Top of the World Radio[]
Transcript[]
I need help... [static] so we... [static] if you think you can... [static] look forward... [static] meeting you. If... [static] ... hear me... [static] Top of the World [static] Pleasant Valley. Calling all... [static] This is... [static] Rose.
Transcript without static[]
I need help getting the band back together so we can rule these hills. If you think you can hack it, I look forward to meeting you. If you can hear me, come to the Top of the World at Pleasant Valley Calling all Raiders, this is the leader of the Cutthroats, Rose.
Rose's Raider Radio[]
Transcript[]
Hey friends, Rose here with the traffic and weather. Looks like almost everyone's still dead, so traffic's at a standstill. Good luck with that commute. As for the weather, we're looking at scattered rad storms in the forecast, so cancel those weekend picnic plans! This next tip is for all of you people out there who aren't made of metal, or aren't already ghoulified, scorched, mutated, or who knows what else. Life after the bomb is full of radiation, and getting worse every day, as civilization as you know it continues to crumble and melt down. If you can't be a robot, be smart, and carry protection. Pop some Rad-X and you'll be good to go in all but the most radioactive situations. If not, any large dosage of recreational chems will do in a pinch. You'll be so messed up, you won't care that your skin is melting away. But be kind, and try to bring any extra chems to share with your friend Rose before you die a horribly painful death. This has been Rose with another helpful survival tip.
If you're interested in joining the baddest gang of outlaws in the Wasteland, come find me at the Top of the World. Chem addicts welcome! Freeloaders need not apply. Unless you're freeloading from some other unfortunate sap out there, in which case, who the fuck cares, am I right? And before you get any funny ideas about trying to take me down, just remember who survived all alone out here. Let me tell ya, it ain't the Responders, and it ain't the Brotherhood of Steel, that's for sure. So, let that sink in for a minute or two.
Hello Appalachia! This is your deadly neighborhood Raider, Rose, and I'm back in business. Now, I know it can be lonely out there. But, I'm here to keep things interesting! If you miss the explosions, mayhem, and pure chaos of the early days after the bombs dropped, then I'm here to help! Stay tuned! Tootleoo for now, girls and boys!
Have you been following my advice and taking all your chems, kiddos? Are you not quite feeling yourself anymore when you run out? Well, I've got bad news for you. Congratulations, you're addicted! What now, you may ask? Well, you could try to ride it out, but I wouldn't recommend it. You could recruit an unsuspecting lackey to keep bringing you more, a favorite of mine. Or, you could shut up and deal with the fact that you're going to feel like crap until you find more. It used to be you could just go to the doctor and get a prescription for Addictol, but good luck with finding either of those. Maybe you'll get lucky and figure out how to concoct your own cure, but I sure as hell don't know how, so don't ask me. And if you manage to survive the withdrawal, maybe you'll think twice about taking advice from strangers. Just another helpful bit advice from your friend, Rose, who did not in any way tell you take all those chems.
Hello world! Wait, was that supposed to be funny? I was trying to think of a joke, and came up with that instead. Whatever, don't mind me, I've been doing a lot of chems. I want to let you all in on a little secret. There's a reason why I'm alive and no one else is. They all sucked. Not all of them were losers, I guess. Some of the Raiders were cool. Of course, I'm not sure I'm allowed to say they were all bad. But I'm here and they're not, so you figure it out. I was the only one smart enough to survive, and not succumb to radiation or starvation. Then again, I've got this sweet hideout where no one can touch me. It used to be pretty boring and lonely out here, but ever since that vault opened, there's an endless stream of entertainment. Honestly, I'm hoping someone out there survives, because I've been thinking a lot about starting a brand new Raider gang. And, we're going to need some easy pickings when we're back in business. Maybe someone would be willing to help me out, and maybe I'd be willing to let said someone live when the Raiders rule again. Maybe not though, I'm a fickle mistress. Rose, out!
Just checking in with all my listeners in the Appalachia wasteland. I feel like I need to educate you some more about all the chems out there. If I don't, how will you know what to bring me when I ask for it? And, you can use them too! Now, maybe you were too young before the war, or maybe you were one of those straight-laced weirdos who were too good for chems. Well, buckle up, because it's a new world out there, and you're going to need all the help you can get. Take Buffout, for example. If you came fresh out of the vault, your body is probably weak and ineffective from all those years living in luxury, eating your canned Cram. Take yourself some Buffout. Run longer, and hit harder! You'll be a star athlete in no time, no training required! Just look at how strong I am! I can crush a human spine with a single metal claw, and it's all thanks to Buffout! Be careful though, it's incredibly addictive. Don't blame me for any side effects.
It's story time, with Rose! Once upon a time, there were two groups of people: One group of good people who needed food and supplies. And, one group of bad people who had food and supplies. The good people asked the bad people to share, but the bad people said no. The good people realized that dead people don't need food and supplies, so, they grew a spine, went to where the bad people lived, and killed them. Then, the good people went to bed with full stomachs and whatever else they needed. The end! The moral of the story is: be a Raider, because everyone else is a loser. If you want to know more, you know where to find me.
Alright, I'm back. Just had to check a trap to see who it killed. The answer is, no one worth worrying about. Ever wonder how I manage to stay so sharp and alert? Day in and day out, all I ever do is work the Radio booth and try to rebuild the greatest gang of Raiders the world's ever seen. It's tiring! It's Mentats, people. That's how you do it. I'm not saying these little pills will make you smarter, but I've done studies, you see. Many, many studies. Like, daily studies. And let me tell you, they perk you right up. It's like kickstarting your brain. You'll see and hear things you didn't think you could see and hear, and boom, you'll feel like a certifiable genius while you're at it. Take 'em when you want to feel smart in front of your friends. And, if you find any, feel free to drop by and we can conduct some more studies.
For those of you just tuning in... what took you so damn long? You missed a hell of an apocalypse while you were gone. I'm sure most of you lucky bastards were huddled safely together in one of those Vaults. Must have been quite the shock to your system. What's it like crawling out of your safe little underground bunker and getting a nice big dose of reality? While you were all having birthday parties and sleeping on fresh linens, we were out here forging a new world order, where only the strong survive. And, let me tell you, the Raiders were at the top of the food chain... at least until the Scorched came around. Now, you want to survive? You want to be able to live long enough to send those Scorched back into the ground where they belong? Then, stick with me. Become a Raider. Don't trust anyone ... Well, except for me. You can trust me. Don't trust anyone... but me. Forget rebuilding society. It ain't worth it. Follow me, and you'll learn all sorts of useful Raider skills, such as: Killing people and taking their stuff. Intimidating extortion techniques. Decorative corpse arrangement. And more! Just come see me, Rose, at the Top of the World, and ask how you can be part of this amazing opportunity! Dweebs, narcs, and other losers need not apply.
Sorry about my little outburst earlier. These chems are putting me through the moods, know what I'm saying? Speaking of, here's another helpful tip for all of you out there! Has this ever happened to you: One day you're walking around minding your own business, and some sort of hulking monstrosity jumps out of nowhere and gets all up in your face? Whip out some Psycho, in a convenient pre-measured syringe. Plunge that baby into your arm, and in no time, you'll be a force to be reckoned with! Take on the beastliest of beasts. Carve 'em up like Sunday dinner. Then, come on back to Rose and show your thanks for such a helpful tip by giving her any more Psycho you've found. Remember, chems are bad for you, except when they're good! Then again, don't take it from me, I'm an addict!
Hey everyone, I'm getting pretty bored up here. If you can set off some nice explosions to let me know you're thinking of me, I'll be sure to find a way to thank you. Of course, don't get your hopes up. What, do you think I'm loaded up here, just ready to give out presents like I'm Santa Claus or something? No, you'll get the mild appreciation of a psychotic robot lady. Isn't that enough? Look, pretty much everything and everyone is dead out there. You've got to take what you can get. Just be glad I'm not out there murdering you, too.
Hey all you aspiring raiders, out there! You know you want to get rich and live a life of luxury, just like your pal Rose did back in the day. A little blue birdie from Vault 76 let it slip that there's a treasure; a trove of unimaginable... stuff, buried somewhere right under our noses! So, let the hunt begin! Trust me, it's gotta be super good, or else why would it be hidden all this time?
See also[]
References[]
- ↑ Top of the World ad packet
- ↑ Signal Strength
- ↑ Rose:"Hey all you aspiring raiders, out there! You know you want to get rich and live a life of luxury, just like your pal Rose did back in the day. A little blue birdie from Vault 76 let it slip that there's a treasure; a trove of unimaginable... stuff, buried somewhere right under our noses! So, let the hunt begin! Trust me, it's gotta be super good, or else why would it be hidden all this time?"
- ↑ Lacey Drummond: "Someone made a broadcast not too long back about there being some kind of treasure buried in Appalachia. We don't know what. We don't know where."
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