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Zorbo's Revenge is a pre-War radio play, broadcast on Pirate Radio in Fallout 76. It is associated with Zorbo's Revenge, the seventh season.
Background[]
The radio play provides background information and story elements regarding the accompanying board game of the same name. A sequel to the Legendary Run, Dr. Zorbo gathers his forces and prepares a doomsday weapon in a quest to retake control of the universe. He is joined by six villains including Baron von Longneck, Floating Face Farah, General Confusion, Octosaw, Opus and Obra and Skellscream, banding together to enact revenge on their common foe, Captain Cosmos.
Part 1[]
Transcript[]
^ This transcript was written in by the editors as there are no text files for us to verify it from.
Narrator: Gather around your radio once again, for another exciting tale from the world of Hubris. This week, listen in on the latest episode, following the exploits of our favorite villain. Join in for another exciting installment of Zorbo's Revenge.
Dr. Zorbo: Behold, my subjects, it is I, Dr. Zorbo, the former and future emperor of the universe. Captain Cosmos thinks he defeated me in The Legendary Run, but his cheating ways will not go unpunished. I shall travel the universe, to gather my forces, and create the Star Mangler, the most destructive war machine ever conceived, and I will have my revenge!
Narrator: Tonight, in chapter one of Zorbo's Revenge, we find ourselves within the cool, metallic walls of planet Sbibulour's military headquarters. It is here, bent over a shiny titanium map of the neighboring galaxy, that the distinguished General Confusion plans his next invasion.
General Confusion: The glory, the gunfire, the screams of helpless civilians. Under my command, another planet will soon fall to the steely might of Sbibulour. Now, if only I could make sense of this map.
Narrator: Little does our alloyed overlord know, that the nefarious Dr. Zorbo has infiltrated the facility, and is making his way closer as we speak.
Dr. Zorbo: [coughing] Blast this cramped air vent. I've inhaled enough flerovium dust to power my spaceship for a century. But I should reach General Confusion's personal chambers soon enough.
General Confusion: Curses, this is a map of my own galaxy. No wonder I can't find the invasion target. [Dr. Zorbo clears throat] Did I hear something? Hm, it must have been the caffeine synthesizer.
Dr. Zorbo: General, I'm trying to make a dramatic entrance here.
General Confusion: An unexpected visitor, could it be the emperor, who battled in a magnificent race across the galaxy, who stood up to those repugnant morals of that astronaut and his monkey? You must be the one and only Captain Cosmos!
Dr. Zorbo: Yes, yes, you're honored to meet - wait, what? You got us backwards, I'm Dr. Zorbo.
General Confusion: Is that so? I can't quite feel, let me raise my optical visor. [fires disintegrating beam]
Dr. Zorbo: [grunt] Watch where you're shooting, we are on the same side. At least, I think we are.
General Confusion: Huh, my apologies, that was my optical disintegrating beam, heh. I really need to get those buttons moved further apart.
Dr. Zorbo: Yes, yes, yes, well, as I was saying, I am the former and future emperor of the universe, the glorious DR. ZORBO, and I have heard tell of your authoritarian pursuits, General. You shall be honored to serve me, in a quest to take back my rightful claim on the universe.
General Confusion: Excellent, my recruitment drive has really come to a standstill recently, Dr. Zirconium, to have you come and volunteer to command an army in honor or Sbibulour - it brings oil to my ducts.
Dr. Zorbo: Oh, that is disgusting. Now, how did you even come to that misunderstanding, General? After all, your martial prowess is truly admirable, but your deductive reasoning skills - poor. I see now how you got your name.
General Confusion: Oh, what was that, we must band together and build a giant death machine to take down Jingles the Moon Mongoose? Now, that is a directive I can agree with, doctor. Let's get started immediately.
Dr. Zorbo: How did you...I didn't even men-...oh, never mind, we'll sort this out later. Huh, a spiked cage? Why is your personal chamber rigged with death traps?
General Confusion: Why, doctor, you stepped right onto that bathroom scale, it should be quite easy to avoid.
Dr. Zorbo: Of course, I stepped there on purpose. It was just a test. Your deceptive ineptitude is quite a force to be reckoned with, General. Welcome to...eh, the team. NOW LET ME OUT OF HERE!
Narrator: It takes several hours, but General Confusion finally locates the button to disarm Dr. Zorbo's unfortunate prison, not before trying out a litany of other, similarly unlabeled death trap buttons. Against all odds, the two villains come out of the ordeal unscathed, having forged an iron bond on the shared frustration of misunderstanding each other. Who will Dr. Zorbo recruit next? And when the time comes for them to face each other, will Captain Cosmos fall prey to General Confusion's baffling misconceptions?
Narrator: The thrilling tale of Zorbo's Revenge continues tonight, as Dr. Zorbo makes his way to the ocean world of Mul, accompanied by his new ally, General Confusion. Here, in the floating Wave City, Dr. Zorbo seeks the recently invented phlogiston drive, an engine of terrible power, that is perfectly suited to serve his fearsome Star Mangler. We join the action, as Dr. Zorbo and General Confusion stalk the salt-sprayed streets of nighttime Wave City, approaching the warehouse where the phlogiston drive is stored.
Dr. Zorbo: Quietly now, General, Dr. Zorbo fears no man, however, we must take the drive under cover of darkness. This engine is a formidable source of power, with it at the heart of my Star Mangler, no authority in the galaxy will be able to stop me in my quest to destroy Captain Cosmos. At last, we're here, we shall use the repulsive bells to lift ourselves unseen - to the roof, Confusion!
General Confusion: Hah, this warehouse door is no match for the metallic might of General Confusion. A bold entrance, exactly as planned.
Dr. Zorbo: Your fearsomeness is matched only by your foolishness, General, let us act with haste before your blundering attracts unwanted attention.
Narrator: Inside the darkened space of the warehouse, Dr. Zorbo seeks out a crate where the phlogiston drive is stored, only to find that someone else has gotten there first.
Octosaw: Get a move on, boys, that high-tech whatchamacallit is gonna make me the richest octopus this side of the galactic center.
Mobster: Boss, I don't know how we're going to get this thing out of here. Ain't none of us strong enough to lift it.
Octosaw: Use some of those anti-grav dollies over there, you morons. Any other of you sea cucumbers got any dumb questions? I got eight arms and a saw for every one of them, so think real careful-like before ya ask! I crawled out of the sea and built a criminal empire, the likes of which this planet has never seen, and I still got to put up with these palookas.
General Confusion: Dr. Zorbo, that squid is stealing the engine we came to steal, are we stealing from them, or are they stealing from us?
Octosaw: What's that, somebody call me a squid?!
Dr. Zorbo: I cannot imagine why I brought you on a stealth mission, General.
General Confusion: [yelling] Agreed, Dr. Zorbo, a job like this requires daring, and a full frontal assault, exactly as we discussed.
Octosaw: Whoever you are back there, you better get ready to sleep with the fishes, I got a whole chomper squad here to fill you full of holes. Get 'em, boys!
Narrator: Dr. Zorbo and General Confusion hide behind a wall of crates, as the octopoid mobster's weapons rain screaming energy blasts in their direction.
Dr. Zorbo: Pinned down by the hapless minions of a backwater gangster, this insult shall not go unavenged. These hooligans will flee without a leader, cut off the head of the snake, and the body will die.
General Confusion: Snake? Where?
Dr. Zorbo: It was a metaphor, you simpleton. Swiftly now, General, use your optical beam disintegrator, and destroy this mobster mollusk!
General Confusion: Nothing could be simpler, for the steely warlord of Sbibulour!
Narrator: General Confusion's optical disintegrator lances skyward in a brilliant blast of energy, a girder from the structure above crashes to the ground, landing upon the advancing gunmen.
Dr. Zorbo: That is exactly the opposite of what I meant, buffoon! However, I cannot fall for results, so now, to face this eight-legged strong-armer.
Narrator: Dr. Zorbo and General Confusion emerge from their hiding place, squaring off against the furious Octosaw.
Octosaw: So, you're the creeps that try to muscle in on my legitimate theft, a tin man and a bubble-brained clown. Well, that might be a fancy weapon you got, but I ain't met a goon yet who can face the furious blades of Octosaw, I'm gonna cut you both down to chum!
Dr. Zorbo: Circle behind him, Confusion, he may have eight arms, but he can't look in two directions at the same time.
General Confusion: A cunning plan, doctor.
Dr. Zorbo: No, you idiot, that's the exit. Ugh, forget it. Octosaw, is it? Look, if profit is your goal, perhaps I have an offer that would interest you.
Octosaw: Yeah, I'd have to be pretty good, this here phlogi-whatsit is worth a lot of credits, why shouldn't I just kill you and take it?
Dr. Zorbo: Well then, I shall tell you. Imagine the money you could make with the power of the most fearsome, evil minds in the galaxy at your side. The breath of your criminal empire, when, with my help, you spread it well beyond this...soggy den of misery. Imagine what you could get away with, in a galaxy without that do-gooder, Captain Cosmos. I am the once and future emperor of the universe, Dr. Zorbo. Give me the phlogiston drive, and join me in my quest to reclaim my throne, and I shall bring you power and wealth, undreamt of in your little octo-fantasies.
Octosaw: Emperor, eh? Sounds like a lot of dough in that racket.
Dr. Zorbo: Oh yes, fathomless riches, all yours, too, if you help me.
Octosaw: Hm, alright Zorbo, you got yourself a deal, I need a vacation anyway. But, you even think of cutting me out of the pay-off and...
Dr. Zorbo: Perish the thought.
Narrator: And so, the evil Dr. Zorbo enlisted the help of the mollusk mob boss of Mul, gaining yet another villainous ally in his quest to defeat Captain Cosmos once and for all. The Star Mangler moves ever closer to completion, as Dr. Zorbo installs its new phlogiston drive. With the tentacle terror of Octosaw at his side, and General Confusion's confusion corrected, what malevolent master of mayhem will Dr. Zorbo seek out next?
Part 2[]
Transcript[]
^ This transcript was written in by the editors as there are no text files for us to verify it from.
Narrator: Tonight, in chapter three of Zorbo's Revenge, we travel to the far-flung reaches of space, and the dual worlds of Wye. A curiosity in planetary formation, the dual worlds of Wye formed in tandem, and share a single orbit. Travel between the two worlds began early in their cultural development, and the war between them ravaged both sides for generations, before they enacted the policy for greater unity. At birth, all Wyeans are biologically joined with a counterpart of the opposing planet, forming a binary culture that ended a millennia of global strife. Now the conflict is contained locally, as the force-conjoined twins live a life of constant bickering.
Two such twins are the genius scientists Opus and Obra. Dr. Zorbo is seeking out their dual-core, binary-fusion processor technology, to power the supercomputer of his Star Mangler. The twins have nearly perfected the final prototype, but have reached an impasse with yet another disagreement.
Opus: Ha, that is the fifth time I found a flaw in your work just today. Look here, you wrongfully connected the thermal turbine to the nuclear transistors. [laughs] How, how juvenile.
Obra: IQ on your world must be lower than I thought. That is clearly a Podenski-Kruger bridge, connecting the two transistors. And that is not a thermal turbine, that is a cooler diode, you dunce. [laughs] Idiot.
Opus: You wouldn't know a Podenski-Kruger bridge, if it connected your eyebrows together!
Dr. Zorbo: Hm, while these two wrangle one another, I shall sneak by, and then the prototype will be mine. The Star Mangler will have the most advanced computer in the universe.
Narrator: As Opus and Obra fight toe to toe, swinging their fists wildly at one another, Dr. Zorbo awkwardly sneaks behind them, laser-focused on pilfering the paradigm-shifting prototype processor. Fixated on his banditry, Zorbo is completely unaware, that the scuffle between the conjoined duo has escalated from fisticuffs to firearms.
Opus: Obra, you twit, nobody calls me second rate, how about a blast from my repulsor ray, heh!
Dr. Zorbo: [screams as he gets hit by the repulsor ray]
Obra: Ha, you missed, from there! [laughs] Your aim is as pathetic as your world's soldering skills. Look, you even hit some sort of, eh, wrinkly space frog.
Opus: You're right, I, I think I hit a weird, walking jar of pudding. You must have left the door open again, letting all manor of riffraff in here.
Dr. Zorbo: Riffraff? Why, I am the former and future emperor of the entire universe, including you two insignificant, bickering balls of binary blunders. Now, hand over that fusion processor, and you can get back to killing each other.
Opus: We may hate each other, but we hate thieves even more. I don't care who you think you are, from our perspective you are just the emperor of cat burglars!
Dr. Zorbo: I see that I have underestimated you two geniuses, your intelligence is obviously unequaled, but how am I to know, which of you is the most intelligent? I could use more brain power on my growing crew, but of course, only the very best.
Opus: Well, obviously I'm the clear choice, that moron Obra is slower than a Devalian space snail. He couldn't conjugate his way out of a wet paper bag.
Obra: [Ha] My bone-headed brother Opus is so dense he once at a box of animal crackers and was worried he was no longer vegetarian. I am quite clearly the superior option.
Dr. Zorbo: I suppose I'll need further time to decide you may both join my crew for evaluation, on the condition, uh, that you bring along that, uh, dual core binary fusion possessor.
We accept your offer. I'll finally have an opportunity to prove that I am the dominant half in this unfortunately codependent relationship.
And I shall at last be able to show that this, simpleton has been holding me back our whole lives.
Dr. Zorbo: Then pack up your gear you bickering binary buffoons, we have a mission to accomplish. With this new supercomputer at my command, I am even closer to my ultimate revenge on the dreaded Captain Cosmos.
Narrator: And so, the brilliant Dr. Zorbo tamed the feud between the twins, not only gaining two more diabolical collogues, but also yet another tool in his arsenal to enact his vengeance on Captain Cosmos. His plans moving quickly to fruition Dr. Zorbo's wicked schemes are even further on the path to villainous victory.
Narrator: Tonight, in chapter four of Zorbo's Revenge the former emperor of the universe momentarily excuses himself from the company of his growing team of villains to attend an unexpected event. He sits unnoticed amidst an audience of a business conference at the luxurious Longneck Corporation headquarters on Treeton Five. To thunderous applause a tall, spotted, sophisticated figure emerges atop the stage, the renowned heir to the Longneck Corporation Baron von Longneck himself.
Dr. Zorbo: What a racket. How great could this Baron von Longneck possibly be? Tall men with inherited wealth, they have it so eas-... is that, is that a giraffe?
Baron von Longneck: Honored guests I offer you a warm welcome to the Longneck Corporation where dreams are possessed, funded, and advertised into fruitful realities. Today we are here to talk about a product that will change the face of not just Treeton Five, not just the galaxy, but the universe as we know it, and while I hate to leave you all in suspense, I believe that the best way to unveil this product would be, to have one of you, to experience it for the first time right here, on stage. [laughing] Might I have a volunteer from the audience?
[Audience noises]
Baron von Longneck: Anyone?
Dr. Zorbo: Oh, my goodness. What claptrap. Hurry up and get this presentation over with so I can accost this mammalian Baron about my plan.
Baron von Longneck: So many eager volunteers to choose from. Ah, yes, so raw gentile folk with the exposed brain chamber you look like a person of fine product testing capabilities. [laughs] Could I persuade you to join me on stage?
[claping]
Dr. Zorbo: I can handle anything. Though I'm usually the one testing my own products of destruction. I suppose I can make an exception.
Baron von Longneck: I am so pleased to have you demonstrate the Longneck Corporation's latest, and greatest innovation, which defiantly exists and will be unveiled in just a moment, but before we start your name is...
Dr. Zorbo: You claim not to recognize me? Baron von Longneck, thank you for allowing me to introduce myself to the willing subjects of your audience. I am the one, the only, the great, [argghhh] What happened to the lights, the audience?! Has the curtain fallen?
Baron von Longneck: [laughs] Now that we're alone, I know who you are Dr. Zorbo. You're a prestigious man, one admired by many of our galaxy's various players. Your recent defeat to Captain Cosmos lowered your stock value, but, we can run an advertising campaign to fix that.
Dr. Zorbo: My stock value? Explain yourself at once you insipid camel leopard!
Baron von Longneck: The truth is Dr. Zorbo, I know more about you than you would ever like me to know.
Dr. Zorbo: What is this? I can hunt... photographs? Of... How did you get these?
Baron von Longneck: None of them can hide the secrets from my agents, they're extremely well paid. Now, Dr. Zorbo, unless you want these photographs of you broadcast across the universe you will agree to sign a 10-year unpaid contract with us. I'm offering you a chance to go down in history as the Longneck Corporation's chief celebrity icon, or as the disgraced criminal that you are.
Dr. Zorbo: No, no, no, no, no, no, no. I'm not made to serve a galactic mega corporation, I'm made to rule the universe, as a genius, Dr. Zorbo. A free agent, but those photographs would screw me.
Baron von Longneck: We will squeeze every drop of materiel value out of you Dr. Zorbo, and when you are stone dry, we will put a filter on you and make the consumer see an erasers. [laughs]
Narrator: The cornered Dr. Zorbo rings his hands synapses firing into overdrive as he cogitates a way out of this corporate conundrum. Soon he realizes that the charismatic wiles of the calm towering creature have completely distracted him from his original plan. He has something to offer this megalomaniac. Something far more symbiotic than his servitude.
Dr. Zorbo: You know Baron, I believe I have a better offer for you. It's the reason I came here after all. If the Longneck Corporation were to fund a project say, oh, I don't know, a starship strong enough to reclaim my dominion over the universe, that would make for some fantastic press for your corporation don't you think?
Baron von Longneck: A new project? Our idea room has gotten rather stale recently, you have my attention Dr. Zorbo. Perhaps we could be partners. Why don't you give your pitch?
Narrator: With that, Dr. Zorbo and the industrious Baron von Longneck got to work forming a perilous business partnership. Perilous for Dr. Zorbo, now facing the signature line of a 2.3 billion page contract, but even more perilous still, for Captain Cosmos. Who is yet to confront the indominable power of the now funded Star Mangler. Who else will Dr. Zorbo recruit before this terrifying project is finished? Find out on the next episode of Zorbo's Revenge.
Part 3[]
Transcript[]
^ This transcript was written in by the editors as there are no text files for us to verify it from.
Narrator: Tonight, in chapter five of Zorbo's Revenge, we rejoin the devious Zorbo on the lifeless world of Osteopolis where he aims to recruit dastardly villains from the from the ranks of the Immortals.
Dr. Zorbo: Never did I ever think I would ever return to this [sss] accursed planet. How the mighty have fallen. To come crawling for help back, here.
Skellscream: [laughter]
Dr. Zorbo: What? Who's there?!
Narrator: A towering figure emerges from the fog clad in the suit of an alien cosmonaut, his face a ghostly visage, a mirage, twisted into the shape of a horrifying skull.
Skellscream: [laughter] Oh, don't recognize me my nemesis? It has been 30,000 years after all. Thirty thousand years since you stole my most prized possessions and my life.
Dr. Zorbo: Thirty thousand... no, it can't be... you're...
Skellscream: Indeed! You knew me then as Orcos, Archon of Osteopolis, but those days are long past. Ever since you stole my cuffs of immortality your star has risen as mine has flickered and faded. I was ostracized, exiled and cursed, and look at the result. Now I am Skellscream, the haunted howler, the most fearsome bounty hunter among the undead.
Dr. Zorbo: Stole? I remember a friendly wager a battle of wits, my winning that battle of course fair and square.
Skellscream: Ha! We both know you won on a technicality, but that time is long past and my rage has since subsided. Despite loosing my cuffs, I regained my immortality, albeit in a ghastly, horrific way. I'm more interested in your more recent humiliations, the so-called Emperor of the Universe losing a great galactic race to an Earth man and his pet monkey. [laughter] That sight is worth a thousand curses.
Dr. Zorbo: Yes, well, we shall see whos laughing once my army and I blow his pathetic planet to smithereens... By the way, did you say bounty hunter?
Skellscream: [laughter] Yes! The most fearsome among the undead, um, why do you ask?
Dr. Zorbo: Look, this is a little awkward of me but, uh, I am currently seeking assistance. Simply help me defeat Captain Cosmos and that blasted Jangles and the wealth of the universe could be yours.
Skellscream: Intriguing little Zorbo, intriguing. I accept, but I spit on your offer of wealth. I will do this for my own reasons, to succeed where you have failed, and claim victory over a foe that even you cannot vanquish. [laughter] Hooo! [laughter] Yes! [laughter] It feels good! Damn, I haven't laughed that long in centuries!
Narrator: Skellscream cackles into the Osteopolin evernight and Dr. Zorbo has gained another powerful ally. His evil army continues to grow, and together they march toward confrontation. Will the horrible Skellscream succeed where Dr. Zorbo has failed? Stay tuned listeners!
Narrator: Welcome back to Zorbo's Revenge. Tonight, in chapter six Dr. Zorbo finds himself on the technologically advanced planet of Ketson Prime, whose inhabitance are so focused on technological advancement that they have no idea what to do with their bounty of scientific developments. We join Zorbo at the planet's annual galactic science fair, as he interviews candidates to lead the development of the ultimate super weapon, the Star Mangler.
Dr. Zorbo: What are these worthless, inventions? Do you not understand the importance of my mission? Get out of my sight, immediately!
Why I never!
Dr. Zorbo: Get out or I shall be forced to call the guards!
Thank you for your time.
Dr. Zorbo: The incompetence on this planet is nauseating. I thought for certain that I would be able to find a capable scientist here, but they're all such hopeless buffoons. Coordinator, cancel the rest of the interviews, I am leaving this retched planet! Who the....?
Floating Face Farah: I apologize in advance for debilitating the interview coordinator, but she refused to allow me in. Don't worry, she's not dead, but she won't be waking up anytime soon. Now we can speak in private, Dr. Zorbo.
Dr. Zorbo: I mean, just, just one, humor me a little bit. Who in their right mind would violently barge in here and then expect to gain an audience with me?
Floating Face Farah: There's no need to be so uptight, Dr. Zorbo. You're in the company of Ketson Prime's peerless prodigy Floating Face Farah. I have a proposition for you today that I believe will be mutually beneficial.
Dr. Zorbo: Floating Face, Farah? I've never heard of you. Look, I've seen enough useless inventions today. Guards remove her from my sight!
Floating Face Farah: Unfortunately the guards won't be coming, Dr. Zorbo. I took the liberty of disabling them in advance to avoid any unnecessary interruptions.
Dr. Zorbo: Then it seems I must remove you myself. You've made a great mistake by angering me today Floating Face Farah. I am the unstoppable Dr. Zorbo!
Narrator: In a fury, Dr. Zorbo throws a mighty punch towards Floating Face Farah. As Zorbo lunges forward, Farah deftly reveals a hidden holster underneath her suit jacket. She draws the weapon with expert precision firing a seemingly pale shot directly into Zorbo's chest. [a holster removal, weapon cocking sound, and energy firing weapon sounds proceeds through said description line.]
Dr. Zorbo: Is this the end for Dr. Zorbo? Know that I shall haunt you forever you pest! It... wait a moment, why am I not dying? [ha] Your pathetic weapon cannot harm the great Zorbo!
Floating Face Farah: Of course not Dr. Zorbo! That was merely a stun ray to prove my skills. Why would I want to kill my future employer?
Dr. Zorbo: Oh, well... I suppose you've shown some merit. Perhaps I was too hasty in my judgement. All right, you have my attention.
Floating Face Farah: Excellent! I knew we could have a civil discussion. Quite frankly I grow tired of my home planet. None of my fellow Ketsians have any grand ambition. They invent useless trinkets without any purpose, immediately neglecting them to discover something new. I refuse to participating in this pointless cycle! Please allow me to join your cause so that I can finally see my inventions put to real use.
Dr. Zorbo: And so it seems there's at least one scientist on this planet who isn't a, [gather breath] complete fool. But you're aware there's a glaring problem with your proposition Farah, I cannot kill Captain Cosmos with me a stun rays!
Floating Face Farah: Not to worry Dr. Zorbo, that's where my latest creation comes into play. The Food Blaster 9000, it generates a one billion gigawatt laser witch is separated into millions of more controllable micro lasers. These micro lasers are then shot at the food, thousands of times within a nanosecond. Every meal will be perfectly heated and ready for consumption in under a second.
Dr. Zorbo: I'm not really following... I, I, I, are you actually proposing we melt his tongue by superheating his lunch? Look, my plan is much larger than that. It's enormous even, what I need is to complete the Star Mangler's main canon to absolutely pulverize Captain Cosmos and his puny planet Earth.
Floating Face Farah: Allow me to reiterate, one billion gigawatt laser. If focused on a single target, from my calculations that much energy would be capable of destroying an entire star system. Are you following me now Dr. Zorbo?
Dr. Zorbo: Absolutely brilliant, standing ovation cinema!! Floating Face Farah, as of this moment I officially declare you my Lord of Destruction. You will join me and bring life to the greatest superweapon of all time, the Star Mangler!
Floating Face Farah: Finally, the universe will know the name Floating Face Farah
Dr. Zorbo: [laughter]
Floating Face Farah: [laughter]
Narrator: With a Lord of Destruction now in his ranks Dr. Zorbo moves one step closer to completing construction of the Star Mangler. Will Captain Cosmos prevail against such a powerful superweapon, or is Earth doomed to become space dust? Find out more in the exciting next chapter of Zorbo's Revenge.
Appearances[]
The Zorbo's Revenge radio play appears in Fallout 76, introduced in the Night of the Moth update.
Behind the scenes[]
- The radio play was directed by voice actor Elias Toufexis, who previously provided voiceover for the Fallout 4 add-on Far Harbor and directed the Escape from the 42nd Century radio play.[1]
- Voice actors for the radio play include:
- The narrator (all parts) is voiced by Dave Fennoy.
- Dr. Zorbo (all parts) is voiced by Neil Kaplan.
References[]
- ↑ Elias Toufexis on Twitter: "Another hilarious #Fallout76 in game Radio Play I directed!"