"Y'all may be wonderin' why I even bawthr'd wit dis here broadcast. Well, I'll tell ya sim'ly. I'm fuckin' tired. Tired o' dyin'. Now, I ain't seers'ly dead, its mah speerit. I've been pre-tendin' to be-long here, but I don't. I'm fromma 'nuther dimenshun. One where I fawt fir da browncoats, den fir da freengewurlds. Now I dunno wut da fuck I'm fight'n for. Muh life, prob'ly."
"I went thru many names, but y'all can call me Tom. Dat right dere's been the only common thang wif mah name. Tom da Trigger, Tom Aran, Tom Saunders, Thomas Klaus, or more rec'ntly, Thomas Endegoh. I've been thru friends n' foes ahlike, dunno how I still exist wit all the shit I've been thru. I've fawt countless battles, won most've 'em, lost some, died a couple times, always came back t'life. I've seen some shit. I've seen dis sorta shit plenty a' times b'fore tho: ev'ry damn cause I've been fightin' for jus' up n' dies without me knowin' about it. Well, maybe I knew sometimes... 'S happen'd wif da Freengers, den da Resist'nce - fuckin' common name, that - an' it happen'd again here once - any of y'all heard about the Solarics? Well, dey's not import'nt no more."
"Now I'm wif dis group a' robots who also seem ta take bio-logical volunteers, and appar'ntly span multiple dimenshuns. Y'all ever hear 'bout the Dimenshun'l Cuhlektive? O' Re-form'd Cuhlektive-- whateva!! I once work'd for 'em, thought I'd get answers, but I saw early on that they were headin' for ruin. I was still sore 'bout dem Ever Legion boys burnin' up the Solarics, and when I figgur'd dey be remembur'd thru dis here faction, I said 'well damn, might as well give 'em a shot!' Now, I may not sound like it, but I'm smarter than yer av'rage spacefar'r, just dat I wasn't actin' very smart back den. The Cuhlektive, dey bicker wit each other like da rest of you folk - except on levels the av'rage spacefar'r can't com-pre-hend. Now tho, it dun spill'd outta control."
"So I ask again, why is crazy ol' Tom even bawthr'd wit makin' dis here broadcast? I'll tell ya sim'ly, dem Cuhlektive boys are at each otha's throats. They's used to be purdy con-tent just hidin' 'round da galaxy watchin' everyone n' learnin' from da mistayks of others, but one o' dem higher-ups dun made a logical err-or and can't seem t'rectify it. All dem classes y'all been hearin' about? Dee-vided. Well, not quite dat simple, ackshully, dey still ten-tif-lee work to-getha', but dere's been a HUGE surge a' reeft-signachurs in the core o' da galaxy. NOW WHAT IN THE BLAZES ARE DEY THINK'N? I know da Blood Cult's been dead, o' eaten, o' mind-control'd, sumthin', but dey ain't the core powah no more, somethin' worse is. I can feel it. Dem Cuhlektive 'bots r' commit'n suey-cide I tell ya."
"But maybe I'm wrong. I was wrong thinkin' dere'd be hope fo dis galaxy, but dere'd be so lit'l hope sewn here dat every big bad monsta o' virus who dun set foot here stuck up dere noses n' disappear'd. I was wrong thinkin' da Cuhlektive woulda help me find an answer to why I'm bein' sent thru time n' space n' rememb'rn all mah past lives, I don't be-leave in no 'God' or 'Sol' or 'Prime,' Fuck, I bet dey all left this now-godless galaxy to fend fir itself! I know I would! I almost did! But enough 'bout dat, I'm just gonna tell you one thang: Galaxy Core's a hot zone fir da Cuhlektive. Don't fuckin' go near there 'lest y'all wanna find yerselves being torn from reality and put in a trans-dimenshunal blenduh."
"Dere ain't no big treasha in da centuh o' da galaxy, dere ain't no throne t' rule da universe, dere ain't nothin' but death and more death in dis here galaxy. And I'm fuckin' tired of it..."
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Tom goes on to ramble about a few more unimportant things, then the broadcast goes on repeat for a few runs... then it just stops altogether. If he ever broadcasts something else regarding something important, this thread will be where it will be stored.