Doctor Death Defying slowly pushed himself and his wheelchair through the door into the small room he used to record his daily resistance radio. He had originally been part of the resistance himself, had fought the wars against BL/ind and had even killed Draculoids and S/C/A/R/E/C/R/OW/S in his time, but the war had soon enough taken away the use of his legs, leaving him only able to contribute to the resistance in the best way he could; the radio. He pushed himself up to the desk and pulled his microphone towards his mouth, then opened with his usual morning greeting, "Look alive, Sunshine!" He didn't usually plan much what he said after that, just let the words flow from his lips. "1-0-9 in the sky but the pigs won't quit, you're here with me, Doctor Death Defying. I'll be your surgeon, your proctor, your helicopter. Bumping out the slaughtermatic sounds to keep you alive. A system failure for the masses, antimatter for the master plan. Louder than God's revolver and twice as shiny. This one's for all you rock and rollers, all you crash queens and motor babies, listen up! The future is bulletproof, the aftermath is secondary, it's time to do it now and do it loud. Killjoys, make some noise!"