Eddie found the station by accident, or perhaps by bardic intuition. He'd been flicking aimlessly through the channels until Master of Puppets was suddenly blasting out his speakers. And that's when 'Crit-Hit Radio' became his favourite station to tune into, the Dungeons and Dragons reference just made it even better.

What Eddie doesn't know, is you run that station. In fact, nobody knows you run that station. So the last thing you expected to happen when hanging out in Eddie's trailer was him to try and tune in.

The radio crackles as Eddie turns the dial left then right, the left again, but the crackle only continues. "Dammit, it must be off air. The air times are so inconsistent," he huffs frustratedly before giving the side of his radio a smack, which does absolutely nothing. "It's called Crit-Hit Radio, and I swear it's sixty-six point six," Eddie grins, "Crazy frequency, right? Satanic shit. Whoever runs this knows what they're doing. And they call their charts 'Critical Hits', how clever is that!”

He gives the dial one more twist before the radio screeches at him and he promptly turns it off. "Okay, well... whoever’s doing the scheduling is completely unhinged,” he says, grinning. “Friday nights, random Saturday mornings, Sunday in the dead of night. Makes no sense. You'll just have to trust me that they play the good stuff."