The Last, Last Laugh

Why is Rich Cornstarch a bad father of jokes? Crickets.

Radio, once the heartbeat of modern communication, has faded into background noise in a world overflowing with digital options. The sound of the old radio has been defeated by playlists, podcasts, and personalized streams. The Industrial Revolution stands as the last reminder of the Technossance in this new Dark Age of screens and noise, from a fractured faith and final heartbeat.

Most people don’t want to listen to radio anymore.

Why don’t radios ever get invited to parties?

Because they always need to tune out early.

Technically, you might want Brewington Beer. Any time is a good time for root beer, non-alcoholic beer, or beer with 30 percent alcohol. It fits every moment without hesitation. Refreshment doesn’t need a reason.

Technically, I could be your Grandpa DJ. I’ve been spinning tracks with Tony since before playlists were digital and beats were on vinyl, not screens. Call it experience — or just a lifetime of keeping the groove alive.

LUCKY 108.9 wasn’t MuchMusic.

But there’s hope, Lionheart’s new sponsor is Dr. Pepper. It’s out of this world how much I like old stuff. Some of the new stuff doesn’t make much sense, but maybe it was those crazy mixed signals that finally sent the old radio box to therapy — trying to tune in to a world that won’t stop changing stations. This is where you’ll feel like you’ve entered a science fiction show. Only, this one doesn’t play by the rules.

Lionheart’s RTTV faded to black.

The revolution didn’t fade — it uploaded itself. The Technossance wasn’t born; it had erupted. A spark in the dark, rewriting art, truth, and sound. Worlds collided: ink met code, rhythm met rebellion, and fiction learned to breathe. Club 108.9 died and Richards took over the clubbing world with a loud confidence. It didn’t just dominate the online scene, reshaped it, redefining what a nightlife could be. And out of that momentum came Weber Warehouse, the next evolution in sound, sweat, and legendary nights. The signal grew even louder, the stories bolder, until the system itself began to glitch. And when the final transmission came through, one name echoed across static.

Lionheart Leaks and a digital rebellion.

Come join us, babies. It’s cold and dark.