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The Voice of the Wasteland, strange personalities and myself, Alex Murch, declaring in front of the mirror.

Heaven’s Blade, the youngest Lieutenant of the Syndicate, stood with his back to a huge digital screen with a map of the Valley and surrounding Wasteland.

This is Alex Murch, the Voice of the Wasteland and strange quotes.

Late night. The world froze in anticipation of dawn. A decent man sleeps at a time like this. But one silhouette, warmed only by the flight jacket and the sound of the armoured car’s engine, prepares a trap.

Spring time will come soon, and along with it the feeling of love that is in the air. And if it passes you by, this test will help you determine who is likely to be your paramour in the world of Crossout.

A strange black bird flew from under the arches of the bridge and hung at the water tower. The motors were buzzing inside the bird, wings were replaced with tiny screws, and ultra-thin lenses were its eyes: it was a miniature scout-copter. The machine scanned the terrain —sandy off-road and pits with turbid standing water. But the sullen scenery of Clean Island was not its target.

I am the terror that flaps in the night! I am the popcorn kernel that gets stuck in your teeth! I am Alex Murch, leading the watch specifically for the “Voice of the Wasteland” text radio.

Water oozed slowly from the huge tank through fresh cracks. The man in rags, standing nearby and occasionally scratching the back of his head, looked quite puzzled.

Murch is here, your sentinel of the abandoned radio station in the middle of the mountains, and this is the new episode of “Voice of the Wasteland”.

He drove his armoured car into the setting sun. His hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white. There was no trace of emotion on his face.