Radioplay

Apparently things are bad. Someone is mad at me because I sold a tape.

I wanna know if that dick at the bus station was really meant for me and if it came from the stalkers. And I wanna have prove. So I decide, I will return to the radio game one very last time and I will record it.

For the game I pretend I want to go to that dance next saturday where Jussi is playing at arkaoda.
Yes, I lied. For a purpose.

The game kinda worked, I had the ifm and Discomagic websites opened and made another playlist somewhere. I asked for dancing, they wanted to know if I am CIA or police or something like that and I pretended not knowing what they meant.
During that game I caught ifm and Discomagic playing the same song at the same time. That day Loud-E was in charge of ifm. So he was moderating Discomagic all the time?
I don’t think so. I know the server of Discomagic is based in the same area as ifm. I also know that ifm can give remote access to radio moderation to anyone in the world. They have weekly shows presented from the UK or East Germany.

Later I would save that recording on a white hard drive for safety reasons. I remember that for some time I carried that harddrive around in my bag. At some point I stashed it somewhere in my apartment, because I felt stupid carrying this thing around. Now it’s gone. I looked everywhere.

What followed that night of radioplay was a very weird psychotic sort of shitstorm on all thinkable levels.
I couldn’t talk to anyone about what was happening to me. The only thing that saved me at that time were memes. But eventually even memes from sites I followed were turned against me. Psycho.