Gadot has a minion!

Gal the Pampered Kitmonkey


The Custom Nostalgic Jollin
Owner: Faber

Age: 12 years, 9 months, 4 days

Born: May 23rd, 2007

Adopted: 1 year, 5 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: September 3rd, 2018

Pet Spotlight Winner
July 26th, 2019


  • Level: 17
  • Strength: 37
  • Defense: 33
  • Speed: 34
  • Health: 25
  • HP: 25/25
  • Intelligence: 70
  • Books Read: 63
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Rehabilitator

Broadcast date: 1.4.2034

Hello, my name is Gadot. If you're listening to this broadcast, that means they haven't gotten to you yet. Or, they did get to you and you escaped. If you did that, then you have my unending respect. Please share your stories with anyone who will listen. We need all the help we can get.

I hope you're safe. I hope, like me, you've found some fortifiable building with friends who can band together are keep them out. If not, here's what we know. They don't sleep, but like us they can't see very well at night. Most of the major attacks have happened during the day. The best way to kill them is to aim for the head. Hatchets work better than guns, but if you've got something high caliber in the hands of a good shot that'll get the job done too.

And, that's it. That's about all that we know about them. If you see yellow eyes, run. If there's more than one, run faster. If they chase you, fight back. I don't know how many of you are out there, or how many of you are listening, but know that you're not alone. We're here, we're fighting, and we won't stop.


Broadcast date: 1.11.2034

Hello, this is Gadot, again, speaking to you again from a fortified base in Omaha. Thank you so much to everyone who radioed in, or who sent messages in morse code, or the few of you with working landlines, good on all of you for having what was before such outdated technology. All the techies who used to mock you for it are probably dead, so, who's laughing now?

Sorry, gallows humor. Gets me through the day. Um, so I guess the good news is that there are more survivors than I thought out there. Like way more. My friend who handles the technical side of this broadcast assured me that it's reaching as far and as wide as we can possibly make it. We've gotten feedback from St Louis, Chicago, Kansas City, all sorts of places. It's like every major city has a whole group of people surviving, reaching out, doing what they can to fight back. Your responses have been incredibly moving and inspiring.

The bad news is, no one seems to know much more than we do. There are scientists and doctors out there, particularly a group in Iowa City who are doing all they can to give us more information on what happened, who they are, and what it'll take to take out as many of them as we can. Which is all of them, hopefully.

In the meantime, keep fighting the good fight. If you're out there listening and unable to reach out, just know that you're not alone. Times are bad right now, I'm not going to lie to you, but we're fighting back, and we won't stop, so don't you stop either.

Sorry if I sound tired. We haven't gotten much sleep here recently. Before all this I would have just gone to Starbucks and gotten a massive coffee with more caffeine than any doctor would recommend. I miss Starbucks. I know that's awful of me, people have literally died and here I am moaning about the loss of overpriced coffee. But that coffee was one of the conveniences of modern living that really made daily life bearable. I think we're all allowed to miss our creature comforts.

If you still have access to coffee, even if it's the grossest burnt bean water you've ever had, please have a cup for me. If we survive this and get to rebuild society, I hope someone opens a coffee shop. I know growing food and stuff for actual sustenance will have to take priority, but I'm selfish. If you build it, I will come. I will visit it every day, that's a promise.


Broadcast date: 1.17.2034

Hello, Gadot again, coming to you live from Omaha. Still alive, still fighting, etcetera. A lot of people have asked us to offer shoutouts to people still looking for their loved ones, so we're going to offer that after each broadcast. It'll be a lot of names. A lot of people still missing. Don't you give up hope though. If there's anything I've learned from all this it is the absolutely indomitable fortitude of the human spirit. We don't go down easy. So don't any of you give up.

I'm going to make a shoutout of my own, first. Hope you guys don't mind. Liv, if you're out there, I love you, baby. You just hang on wherever you are. I know one way or another we'll find our way back to each other, just don't give up. None of us can ever give up.


Broadcast date: 1.19.2034

Word came this morning from Chicago. I wish I could say it was more news about all this, but they don't know more than we do right now. But they wanted to get word to me, personally, and I wanted to share with all of you so you know your shout outs are being heard. Liv is alive. She's in Chicago. My girlfriend, the love of my life, is alive. I know most of you listening don't know her, but I hope you get the chance to meet her someday.

I have more shoutouts, from all over the country, that I'll read to you shortly, every one reaching out to loved ones. I hope you get the news you're hoping for. I hope your loved ones are safe. We can get through this, but we can only do it together.


Broadcast date: 1.20.2034

Hello there, Gadot here. I'm coming to you in a special middle-of-the-night broadcast because I have some exciting news. The scientists and doctors who have been working tirelessly all over the country are starting to roll out the first wave of our best chance at fighting back yet. I can't tell you too much about it here because there's a good chance they are listening in by now, but we'll know soon if it's effective or not, stay tuned.


Broadcast date: 1.24.2034

Gadot again, still speaking to you from Omaha. The reason we haven't broadcasted in days is because we were doing dark while we tried out our first large scale attack. I don't know how to sugarcoat this for you all so I'll just say it. Our first attempt at using science to kick their asses was unsuccessful. We lost the hospital where the biological weapon was deployed. They figured out what was going on somehow and swarmed the place. I've been told it was a total loss. I wish I had better news for everyone.

I will say this for us all, we won't give up. Maybe I say that too much on this broadcast, but I really don't think it can be said enough. We won't give up, so you can't either. You know, people ask me, newcomers to our station and even people I've known now for months, they want to know if I lost my leg fighting them. I didn't. They captured me, and I escaped, as many of you have as well, but that's another story for another day. Today I want to tell you about how I lost my leg.

When I was 16 I got my driver's license. I had my learner's permit at 15, but that required having an adult ride along with you in the car wherever you went, so it wasn't until 16 that I got to drive by myself. It was like taking off the training wheels. It was awesome. My parents couldn't afford to buy me a car, and wouldn't have bought one for me even if they could. I had a reckless spirit at 16 and they knew it. But my best friend had parents who threw money at him instead of affection. He had this souped up Mazda with manual transmission. He taught me how to drive stick and I never looked back.

Anyway, we were racing down the highway one day, not driving anywhere in particular, more just driving for the fun of it because we were young and stupid, and who am I kidding, I really miss driving. Anyway, I was driving that day when we sped past a cop who was sitting at an onramp with his radar gun pointed at the cars flying past. We were speeding, obviously, so, he jumped in his car and took off after us, lights and sirens blazing. Being young and stupid as I mentioned before, we thought we could outrun him. Spoiler alert, we couldn't. Our car was faster, and for a stretch we thought we might get away, but then someone up ahead braked suddenly and I lost control of the car.

My friend walked away from the crash with only a few scratches. I woke up in the hospital minus the lower half of my right leg. The recovery process was long and painful, and my parents hovered over me the whole time, worried that I was going to die or something. Because I was a minor, and no one but myself was injured in the crash, I got off relatively easy for leading the cop in a high speed chase. I had to go to junior prom on crutches. Losing my ability to drive was a worse punishment than anything the courts could have mandated anyway.

I went down a bad path after that. I got addicted to the pills they gave me during recovery, and though my friends tried to include me in our usual shenanigans, it just wasn't the same after that. I got depressed. I had always been a bit of a moody teenager, but after the accident was nothing like before. My parents tried their best. They drove me to physical therapy, and mental therapy, and group therapy, and everyone wanted me to talk about my leg, but I didn't even want to think about it.

Then, I met Liv. She was a fellow amputee. She had lost her left arm at the elbow as a child, complications from an infection, just bad luck, really. Losing my leg had been my own fault, but she helped me to stop wallowing in blaming myself. She helped me get off the pills, and helped my parents get me into a program for a better prosthetic. I was even able to drive again, though I never drove quite as fast as before. When she was in the car beside me, I didn't want to. Her safety meant more to me than my own. It still does.

I guess the reason I told you guys this story is because I wanted you to understand why I can't give up. Liv told me not to. Even when I was at the height of my depression and addiction and wanted to die, she wouldn't let me. She knew things would get better, and they did. Things will get better this time, too. We're so close. There's so many of us. Yeah, we crashed the car, and we're struggling to get behind the wheel again, but if we stick together and we don't let each other give up, then there's nothing we can't overcome. We're going to keep fighting, and one day we will stand on two feet again. I need all of you there with me when that happens.


Broadcast date: 1.31.2034

Gadot here, still talking your ear off from Omaha, Nebraska. The fight against them is still going. I don't know if it's going well, and I know it doesn't seem like it from some parts of the country, but I've been assured from some very reliable sources that progress is being made, and early testing is starting to look promising. So hang in there.

Some of you have asked why I don't give them a name. The truth is, I don't want to give them the satisfaction. My mother taught me that there's power in names, and I'm named after her so I suppose I'm biased in that belief, but I don't want to lend them any credence if I can avoid it. Future scientists can tell us more about them after they're all dead. They're monsters. That's all we really need to know for now. In the meantime, I'll keep you guys updated.

Broadcast date: 2.1.2034

Omaha is really pretty in the winter after a fresh snow. Like, I get that it's weird to appreciate beauty when there's all that ugly stuff going on out there but, I don't know what to tell you. It took my breath away this morning. The beauty, and the fact that it's cold as fudgsicles out there. I can't tell you where I was outside. Or why. Not yet. But, it's good news, I promise.

This is Gadot speaking as always, and you, dear listeners, are in for a treat. My tech genius has been working on some super secret stuff we're hoping to roll out soon, but in the process, he also discovered a huge record collection in the basement. It's from back in the day before everything was digital, like way back in the day. We're talking like 50's and 60's classic vinyl, and I can't wait to let you guys have a listen.

But first, this is very important. On the 4th of February, three days from now, at exactly 12 o'clock central time, we will be testing something. On that day, I want you to turn your radios on, and set the volume up as high as it will go. Connect it to any speakers you have, anything that will amplify the sound. I'll be reminding you every hour on the hour from now until then. In the meantime, enjoy the tunes.

Broadcast date: 2.4.2034

It's 11 am, central standard time, and this is Gadot with your hourly reminder that in one hour's time, we will be running a test. It's vital that you turn your volume on your radio up to eleven. High as it will go. We're counting on all of you.

Broadcast date: 2.4.2034

Listeners, it worked. I don't know what to tell you, except they're dead. Every one of them in range of our wall of speakers died, and we're getting reports pouring in that all of you who were able to use your radio to deliver that sweet, sweet sound found themselves surrounded with the bodies of our fallen enemies. I'll be honest, I don't understand how it works, I just know that it does. Radio stations like ours across the globe are following suit with the same tactic. For the first time in forever, we honestly have a way to beat them.

I still can't believe it. And we couldn't have done it without all of you. We're taking back the planet. We're going to walk in the sun again, and make snow angels, and eat falafel, and drink coffee. Maybe those last few will only be me. But you're all welcome to join me. I'll make enough for everyone, I promise.


Art by Alphys
Story/Profile by Faber
Background photo from pexels
Background pattern from toptal

Pet Treasure

Streaming Mic

Radio Headphones

Right Athletic Prosthetic Leg

Sawed Off Double Barrel Shotgun

Lumberjack Coffee

Rusty Broken Pipe

Scarred Leather Record Book

Small Bottle of Coffee Syrup

Well-Worn Hunters Boots

Expired Coffee Beans

Pet Friends