I don’t do introductions well. Never have. So let’s just say you found me, I’m glad you did, and leave the formalities in the dirt where they belong.

My name’s DJ Dusty.

Now your ‘ole gal Dusty’s been out here a long while. Certainly long enough to know which silences are peaceful and which ones ain’t. Long enough to have been through things I wouldn’t wish on anyone. Any. One. 

I don’t talk about my past, ‘cause your past is behind ya. Deal with it, learn from it, and move on… when you know better, do better. Life ain’t all that hard to figure out Sugar. We tend to make it harder than it needs to be.

The wasteland’ll chew ya up and spit ya out in pieces if ya ain’t making waves in your life.

Well, Sugar…  Dusty’s here making the kinda waves your ears are sure to love.

I broadcast from everywhere… and nowhere. Now, I don’t tell nobody where I broadcast from, ain’t nobody’s business neither.

What I can tell you is this, I built this signal because the wasteland is loud in all the wrong ways and quiet in all the wrong places. Raiders, propaganda, desperation, static. I wanted something different on the airwaves. Something meaningful, something worth listening to.

That’s what The Dusty Signal is Sugar, a campfire on the airwaves. You’re welcome here anytime, because you’re family… and family’s gettin rare nowadays.

A while back, something found me that I wasn’t looking for.

A set of holotapes. Recorded by a man named Nate Campbell, a pre-war soldier who was the sole survivor of Vault 111 and the only person to survive a terrible Vault-Tec experiment. His son was taken. His wife was murdered. Everything he’d ever known was ash and silence.

But… he kept recording anyway.

I don’t know why the universe put these tapes in my hands. I stopped asking that question a long time ago. What I know is that his story deserves to be heard, every raw, honest, painful, stubborn mile of it. So I play ‘em. I give ‘em context… I point at things ya may have missed. I make sure they don’t disappear into the wasteland like everything else.

That’s my job and it’s a job I take very seriously.

If you’re new here, welcome. If you’ve been listening a while, you already know the rules.

There aren’t many.

Show up. Listen. Be decent to each other… That’s it. That’s the whole thing.

I don’t care where you came from, what faction you pledged to, how many caps are in your stash or how many rads are in your bloodstream. If you’re here, you’re family. And Dusty’s family has a seat at the fire for as long as you want it.

So stay close to the signal, Sugar.

Stay alive. Stay strange.

Dusty, out.

P.S. If your little heart needs to know a little more about the guy behind the scenes… you can Meet The Overseer.