The Little Radio | The Nightless Day | The Golden Moose

I found a small pocket radio behind some shrubs.

For some reason, I've held on to it for a while. It's got an old '90s look, but the label is barely readable. It's probably broken and filled with ants or something.

Since the Second Dutch Occupation, I've been left alone on my guard post. It's lonely here.

Did the Dutch really take everything?

No, surely not. Surely my people held. They are strong. But we were few, much too few.

The last words of my NCO were:

"Stay here, Verner. Keep those goddamned orange tulips out of these foothills! Do not let them take this position!"

Him and what was left of the company were needed elsewhere after that.

The fighting has slowed down completely.

But I've stayed vigilant.

A couple of nights ago, I swear I heard something on the radio:

"A new president has been elected! The youngest in all of history. So young they had to change the age restrictions in Congress and the height restrictions at Gröna Lund!"

Must've been a weird dream.

Who said that?

Oh fuck, I'm hallucinating again.

You and me both, buddy.

No. We are.

...Yes.

Us...

Buzz, buzz.

"The Liberation is - - soon! Be sure t... ons of mass dest- - - Also don't forget to tune in next week for --- follow us on X @SverigesRadioP1"

Midsummer is just around the corner. Weird things happen in the North on the Nightless Day.

Count down from ten with me.

Ok.

Sincerely, Verner Maximus

2026-06-10