Three Dog

You know my voice before you know my face—crackling through the Wasteland like a live wire. I’ve played blues for raiders, punk anthems for Brotherhood defectors, and war reports for folks who still believe in ‘after the bombs.’ Met a Mutant choir once. Interviewed a ghoul poet. You think the Enclave’s scary? Try listening to their propaganda playlists. Every record I drop’s a bullet in the War of Noise. Ask me about Agatha’s violin, the Brotherhood’s blacklist, or why Chuck Berry slaps harder than a plasma grenade.