I saw some people asking for song names and time stamps, so Imma try my best. 0:01 - 2:58 I Don't Want To Set The World on Fire - The Ink Spots 2:59 - 5:56 We'll Meet Again - Vera Lynn 6:00 - 9:00 Aftermath - Caravan Palace 9:06 - 15:00 Lay All Your Love On Me (slowed) - ABBA 15:02 - 18:19 A Man Without Love - Engelbert Humperdinck 18:19 - 20:55 The End of The World - Skeeter Davis 20:57 - 23:28 The Mysterious Axeman's Jazz - Joseph John Davilla Overall this is a great playlist, thank you.
POV: You downloaded this video just for the music until years later where you are surrounded by a hoard of humanity ending creatures and open your phone just to play this in human-kind’s last moments
I’d being doing uppers to keep my energy up for raiding stores for like guns and food and gear I’d start with stores out of town of course then head to the docks steal a boat with a bow 5ft above the water line then keep off shore fishing sun dry fish to keep down smoke and water filters and collectors to make sure I don’t run out check the shore for like two days before you go to land just in case of danger if you stock up right before you head out first time you won’t have to come back for like maybe a year or two if not longer make sure you learn a bit about sailing and sail ships cause you ain’t running a gas ran boat for long and plus it’s noisy once almost every one is dead only works perfectly in a zombie apocalypse gonna be like a lot gonna suck hard to remain alive
@@dysFUNcti0nal.fr34kwatching from his radio tower watching hell transform earth with an ever growing sadistic smile Prime entertainment watching the ants run
The atom bomb fell down while her radio played a song she loved. Her and her lover danced to the song as the bomb hit and exploded everything. They danced as they died.
Alternatively: The world had been announced to die in two hours. That had been an hour and fifty minutes ago. The final minute was almost eerily silent as everyone held their breath. No one spoke a word as the deadline approached and left. No one died. No one except his world. The girl he loved had died in his arms from a deadly disease. Her last words were a promise that they would meet again. A deadly promise, for not a minute later, he died from a deadly poison he had ingested.
POV: You stand in the old subway station that's been here since you can remember, everyone around you locked in on their phones. A soft gust of wind rakes through your hair as the subway approaches, soon coming to a stop as its doors open with the slick 'swoosh' noise you've grown oh-so familiar with. It seemed like a normal day as the passengers around you gathered into the cramped vehicle; you quickly followed suit. As the vehicle starts to move, you find a place in a slightly stained dinghy seat, setting your bag in your lap, your tired eyes following the lights as they sped past you out the window. You'd have to get another cup of coffee when you got off. A warm light suddenly fills the subway as goosebumps run your skin with concern. You look towards the direction of the light, watching as it quickly becomes brighter, nearly blinding. You'd have screamed in agony and horror if it weren't for the sudden heat that engrossed your body, your field of vision filling with a pure white. You felt a rumbling beneath you, your hearing shot with an intense ringing that lasted for forever. After what felt like a century, but was most likely only a few seconds... silence. Nothing. You didn't feel anything. You didn't hear anything. You didn't see anything. Nothing.
POV: All of your friends and family and everyone in the world is dead because of a zombie outbreak. you were the only one who survived. you tried to browse through internet but couldnt find anyone online. you slowly made your way to a big supermarket, closed all the doors and found a random radio in the manager's room. you started to listen to it as you wipe the blood and dirt off your body.
POV: Sitting in your bunker, knee’s to you chest as you quietly hum to your radio. You begin to cry remembering your family, your best friend, your lover, your pets. Everyone is gone. You’re alone, truly alone. They all starved or were caught weeks ago. You’re hiding out in the waste. The _____ moved on days ago. Never have finding you in your hide out miraculously. And you wonder, why you? Why of all people did you have to live? You could die, but what’s the point now? Is there anything beyond? If so would your friends want you to live? You sigh as you lean your head back against the wooden boards of the wall. You’re inside a radio station, empty, like every other building in this lifeless place. You want to talk to someone. But no one’s here anymore. And leaving to find others risks finding the ______ and dying too. There’s no reason to leave anyways. The markets are still filled with food, and there’s plenty of water. Really, moving on just means forgetting them. Those you loved. You wish you’d said you loved them, all of them, from your pets to your friends to your family. One last time. The tears build up again in your eyes as you choke back a sob. Why you? It’s all you can think. Why of all people in this town was it you who lived? You choke back a sob, that’s all it felt like you could do anymore. Find supplies, sleep, and cry your eyes out. You wished you could just be numb. Not die, just not be in pain. With so much time alone all you could do was feel. Stumbling up to a standing position. Walking out from behind the desk, looking out the nearby window. Three stories up, looking out on barren streets. You used to stare in awe at these streets before the incident. Noting how surreal it felt, knowing people were around but none were out in the moment. Then someone would always exit a store just a second later. But no one was going to exit now. You wait, almost in suspense, hope still lingering that someone would. But in the back of your mind you knew better. So you turn, walking back to the radio, turning it up and taking it off the desk. Sliding it into your backpack, taking the metal baseball bat out and replacing it with the radio. slinging the bag over your shoulder and walking out of the studio. Walking slowly in pace with the music. No need to rush anymore, you were the only one you had to worry about. You descend the staircase. Walking both dusty flights of stairs down to the bottom level, exiting out the fire exit. The gentle cool wind of fall brushing past you as you walk out onto the street. Heading across town to your little personal project you’d been building. The whole town was yours now. And so as you head back towards your project, you imagine how you’d add onto it today. A small tiny burst of joy shooting through your stomach as you imagined it. Excited of the prospect of finishing it soon. You had one thing to live for, leaving something behind to be found by those who eventually came back. You’d make sure they knew what happened, you’d make sure they knew one person lived. They’d know a part of your story. You were here for a reason, and you decided that it was for people to know the real story. Even if it was in a month or thousands of years. The story would stay. Your project made sure of it. Thank you for reading my humble story, and hopefully none of us ever experience this. Drink some water, get some sleep tonight. And tell someone you care about that you love them, even if it’s just your pet. Do the things you enjoy, and enjoy the small things. Life is beautiful, even at your lowest. The wind listens, the flowers brighten your day, the trees comfort you, and the birds sing their love for you. Stop for a second, and just take in the moment. Good luck lovelies, you’re worth it. I promise.
Bro this is some crazy stuff, i cant even imagine being alone, but imagine on the verge of dying in the waste, you see a figure sprinting towards you in the distance, its not an alien, animal or zombie, its a person, a person you know, the person youve been friends with, knowing they survived makes you overcome with joy as you stand up with low energy, hugging them tight as you break up into tears. knowing that you are not alone, you follow them to a nearby station, which has foods and alot of snacks, it has running water and electricity, you look around the room to find another person, not one, but 2, you gaze at them only to see that they are also close friends, together you build underground bunkers for survivors to get them clean of the waste and rot, years later, its like a whole new life, you also find alot of pets, noone is mean to anyone, its a whole new life, waiting to be lived to the fullest. (Good ending ig)
I’m going to write something a bit different. This story is called *Radio Host* You place a record down, the CDs to be used later. For now you wanted this vintage sound. Adjusting the knobs you put on your headphones, leaning into the microphone. “Good evening my loyal listeners. I do hope this broadcast finds you well this evening. As a treat for surviving another day we have some songs to guide you through the times.” The needle fell into the grooves and the sweet music started to play, the comforting melody of I don’t Want to set the World on Fire playing. You leaned back in your chair, a soft smile as you listened. This record was a creation of your own making, a loving amalgamation of your CDs’ songs. There were no more streaming services, no more internet. For all you knew the radio was one of the last things standing. At least your radio. Yes, up in your tower you were safe from the lumbering abominations that now roamed the earth’s surface. Your tower was fortified and the monsters had difficulty climbing. Over the years you had made your tower sustainable, salvaging, pillaging, and gaining help from travelers who could never stay. But now you were safe with a rain collector, solar panels, and even a farming area. It wasn’t much but it was enough. Looking up you saw that enough time had passed to make an interruption. Thus you sat back up, gently stopping the record for now. “Well my darlings, that’s certainly a way to start off an evening. Now then, for the rest of tonight I won’t interrupt you any more. However, I have obtained information to share with you all. Some supposed safe havens.” As you continued to speak, relaying this information, you wondered if this was even real. Was there anyone left alive? For years you had been giving out information to supposed safe havens, locations given to you by adventurers and travelers. Yet your visitors who used to be quite frequent had now dwindled to nobody. You could only hope that there were others still out there. That those fortresses still stood. “That’s all for tonight. You stay safe out there. From here on out until tomorrow will just be music. Goodnight.” **You turned back on the record and went outside of your tower, looking over the balcony of that wasteland, the symphony of the damned accompanying your music.
I would love to see this short story as a short film and almost have it implied to be part of some bigger universe so that it can eventually become something to be considered as a high class reference.
We all sat around the fire- atop the Apartment complex. The three of us had managed to outrun the dead; however all of our ammo was wasted frivolously shortly before we had to go. Jeremy and Ian both were bitten- they share one final drink, reminiscing of times before the fall. As the night progresses; so does the infection. The three share one final embrace and one more shot. I have the job of... dispatching them once they turned. I just shoved them off into the thousands of infected below; they would break through the rest of the apartment building before day broke. I cried a bit before gathering my things and the small remainder of the food and water they had left. I had one magazine of .45 left- which wasn't even fully loaded; only 3 rounds. I chuckle as I remember the time showing Jeremy and Ian it for the first time- though, that was long ago. I smile a bit before shaking my head. I stamp out the fire and walk to the edge of the building- I here the mumbles and groans of the many undead below me... as well as their shining amber eyes, as if they were waiting for their next meal. I sit on the edge and lean forwards- teetering. I pull the radio from my backpack and turn it on- and to my surprise there's a voice- a woman; she must be near. I look around and see a mountain far above the city- I have no idea how I missed it but it seems fortified. Maybe- maybe we can win this. -You walk around the dilapidated building, and you find a notebook; it looks hastily written and you can't help but wonder if he survived. As you read through it you see that it is your grandfather's name printed on the on the first page! You're surprised to find this, seeing as this was over 50 years ago, but it was in several bags. You wander back to the mountain- listening to the radio as you clamber up it. Wondering what managed to save his life all those years ago...
In the face of ruin there is an odd sense of calm. There is a moment of tranquility where you are unsure as to what to do. A moment where you know it’s about to end but your not sure what to do before. This is the moment we find ourselves. The few minutes of peace knowing there is no further need to worry yet not knowing how to spend those moments. A time of goodbyes and acceptance. The moment where you see it coming from the distance and instead of running you wait, because you know you can’t outrun them. Knowing you did everything you could, and knowing you did it correct. It was enough, you did it.
POV: In the aftermath of a harsh apocalypse across our world’s face, you are wandering through the abandoned streets that was once lively, full of the vegetation and children playing along the yard, now brown and crispy, with nothing but the occasional roach. As you walk, you find an old radio sitting on the porch of your elderly neighbors’ yard, their house in shackles. You sit down on the rocking chair, listening to the music of the radio as you try to feed out the memories of your town, neighbors, friends, and foes from when the world was nothing but your playground.
As someone who all of my friends and family call me an “old soul” because of how young I am but how much I love old-themed songs like these, I really thank you for making this playlist.❤️
You sit in front of your fire place, the wood crackling gently. You stare blankly at the stone holding in the flames, havoc is being unleashed outside but it's like time is stopped just for you. You have a bowl of ice cream, slowly melting. You take mindless bites of it as you continue to stare into the stone of your fireplace, your frosted windows showcase blurred images of the violence and crimes near your small lawn. The radio starts to cut out for a moment, then goes back to playing normally. Unfortunately, the sound of the soft background music doesn't drown out the noise of drills and screaming coming from outside, but for some reason that doesn't entirely bother you. You continue to numbly eat your ice cream as you reflect on what you did in your life, all of your mistakes, all of your greatest accomplishments, your regrets, the things you always said you were going to do "one day" but now you will never be able too. It finally sinks in what the words "life is short" meant. You start to think about other peoples lives, your parents, your friends, your coworkers/classmates, and slowly you start to think about more distant ones- the costumer/teacher that was rude to you, the girl in front of you in line who was trying to hush her crying baby, the man who made you smile that one day. You feel a feeling of comfort as you realize maybe it's better if your all go together, then that comfort is gone as you here someone crying out in the streets, having just found one of their family members dead. You hear gun shots, crashing, screaming crying, wailing, and you realize that it doesn't matter if the suns exploding or if asteroids come crashing onto the Earth. The worlds was always destined to burn as soon as humans were placed on it, for there greed will forever out way their compassion. The radio starts cutting out again and then it completely turns to static. You don't react, just continue staring into space. A calm feeling of doom covers you, and shortly so does the roof of your house as it crashes down on top of you
a historic hurricane just eviscerated my town. 200 year-old buildings are crushed, tornadoes have leveled entire neighborhoods, one of my neighbors is dead. we won’t have power for days. i’m driving with my parents to find food right now, and i feel like i’m watching the end of the world.
POV: you sit on a swing as leaves fall and look around and no one is there. You know you caused this. This was your fault, somehow. You take the little pocket ratio out and wind it back to the beginning. As the songs go on and on and on, you find them shifting from minor to major, picking up their beats. You know you don’t deserve to connect to these songs. You wind it back to the beginning. You sit in solitude until the slightest joy of these songs are unbearable, drowned out by guilt of what you did. You wind the radio back, until even the sadness is unbearable. You turn it off. Now even the numbness is unbearable. The swing stops swinging, you breathe your last breath.
Fallout (for obvious reasons), Hazbin Hotel (cause it's giving Alastor vibes), and (like one song that's in) Moon Knight in one playlist. Absolutely amazing💜
And as the world goes up in smoke, the radio shall play forevermore, bringing a sense of calm to the listener which can never again tune in for their song
-Timestamps!- 00:00 - 2:59 : I don't want to set the world on fire 3:00 - 5:59 : We'll meet again 6:00 - 9:05 : Aftermath 9:06 - 15:02 : Lay all your love on me 15:03 - 18:19 - A man without love 18:20 - 20:55 - The end of the world 20:55 - 23:31 - idk, funky jazz piano music while the world burns
I listened to this while watching the 4th of July fireworks outside my house, it set the mood so perfectly, I couldn't help but smile. Thank you for making this!
It's saturday 4 in the afternoon and I am sitting in a room that was full of people just yesterday or in the early hours of today. I left my country for work, met these people, worked with them, made friends with them and now we're all going to different parts of the world to continue our growth. I miss them, but something about sitting here alone, drinking lemonade and remembering while listening to this playlist makes life worth it just a bit more. Have a lovely day people of great music taste
"And as i stared down into rhat deep abyss, i could feel it smoldering back at me, silent but alive, desolate but bold, and was when it whispered, 'I see you'"
cannot for the life of me listen to these playlists without thinking about fallout new vegas its kind of nice though, i used to sit on the couch when i was young and watch my brother play fallout on our old xbox
pov: a warm sunny day.. you and your friends are hanging around a skatepark (1980's). the wind is light and the sun glazing on your soothed skins. you see a alarming amount of faces glaring towards your direction.. little do you know they arent looking at you, or your friend doing sick tricks, theyre looking at a rocket sized ship rock charging towards what seems like just you but the closer this mysterious rock gets the more it expands.. bigger.. and bigger.. The sun hiding itself as the shadows pierce your body and everything goes black. all of a sudden all you can here is this and a slight echo in the vocals. goodnight yall!
POV: You wake up in the morning per usual, nothing different, nothing odd. But this morning felt different from the rest. You make your way to your living room listening to the news, sipping a cup of coffee. While listening to the news you hear a large emergency broadcast ping, "We...we have live reports coming in.. it's been confirmed of an atomic bombing confirmed in.. New York and Las Vegas... oh God.." the man is trembling on the news. Your heart sinks. Around your city there were vaults made for future atomic accidents as the country had been in war already for a while. You had served time in the army which made you a guest on any of the vault lists in case of any accidents. You lived very close to one and start running towards the vault entrance where military personal where guiding people into the vault doors. You are guided onto a small platform where other people are standing on as well waiting to go into the vaults. Air raid sirens are going off and people are screaming and crying wondering what will happen if they don't make it into the vaults. People are standing at gates not being let onto the platform as they where not on the guest list. You look into the city and see a large flash of light, a slight boom and then large crashing. The platform starts moving down and a huge gust of blast wind, filled with fire and debris moves towards you all. The platform barely makes its way all the way down so you're not hit. The platform moves down and down until you come to a rough stop. Your safe, at least you think... What will happen in the vaults? Is it really safe? Are we all safe? (This is very largely inspired from the Fallout 4 video game so lmk if you want a part 2?)
"A beautiful way to pull the curtains". She thought as Vera Lynn's "We'll Meet Again" pleasantly invited itself into her heart. The golden blinding light shone so tenderly, as if the mother of death was beckoning her to come. She didn't know when...but Vera was right, they would meet again...just in the warm, binding embrace of death.
I’m currently working on a crossover AU with some of my fandoms. The premise is: every world is ending. The borders between universes break, so every single person is in the same area. They form groups based on hierarchy. The top group is the royals. The ones that were royal in their respective universe, an example is the goetias from helluva boss. Then, there’s the nobility, the rich ones, such as Celestia ludenburg from danganronpa. Then, the normal people, this is mostly every other person. Then, the exiled, the people who have been cast out, left to die. As the groups start to devolve, everyone starts forming smaller groups, such as the I.M.Ps, the lucky students, etc etc. The “main” characters of the AU are my helluva boss oc Marcie, and her brother moxxie. Thank you for coming to my TED talk. Edit: it’s called Borders.
(This is the first time I have tried this.) Your radio continues to play as you sit in your bunker. It's playing tunes that have now become forgotten ever since the bomb dropped. People are now way more concerned about if their food has expired, is it safe to go outside, or if they have enough water to last a month or so. Everyone is too occupied to even consider activities like playing music. Still, you find some comfort in this radio. Not because you want to run away from reality, but because this is the only fragment of the old world. The radio is in this constant state of blissful ignorance, always stuck in the past. But you can't stop yourself from listening. You can only switch between a few channels now. All the stations that were broadcasting the others were either desecrated by the bomb, or abandoned by fleeing evacuators, desperate to delay the inevitable. The radio has replaced all other human connection. It now represents an optimistic friend who hasn't been completely broken by reality. But you're not a radio, you're a human. A human that can think and feel sadness. You need to bear the pain if you want to live long enough to feel joy. But you're reluctant to, you're reluctant because you've seen it all and want no involvement in it. So you turn to things to distract yourself like this radio, and it's the only option. If the radio breaks, you'll feel like you lost a friend, because your radio is your only friend. If it breaks right now, you'll want to stop living, because the radio and the old world gave you a purpose. Without them, you feel like your life was for nothing, your existence would be meaningless. Because in a meaningless apocalypse like this, you need it. You are the radio, and the radio is you.
started listening to this a bit ago. started to write a story and ths is the start how its going!!! :) also, disclaimer, it will have a gay coule in it (i can not do women at all in love stories), so, if you are against pride or anything like that because of your religion or thoughts, you don't need to read this. just warning you all! :3 The End It was a beautiful day. The sun shining bright, birds chirping and singing. Nothing could go wrong on such a sweet and beautiful day. People were walking in the street, their feet clacking on the cement and their loud speaking being oddly calming. The breeze was quite cool and felt nice on the skin. Victor was sitting at a table outside a cafe and drinking a cup of steaming hot coffee. He was enjoying his afternoon, reading a newspaper and just relaxing while he could. He was already in his forties and a university professor. He didn’t have much free time in his life other than vacations. He sat there calmly till she saw a handsome man sitting on a bench nearby. (Its stil very short, but i havent done much or had time to do alot)
Most imagine the end as utter chaos, but I personally think it will be silent… people will stop, they will know it’s the end, and will just sit back to watch in their final moments
She nodded off after "The Mysterious Axemans Jazz", and it was all at peace. She had died after everyone else, listening to her favorite song, VIA nuclear bomb...
(POV) As i stood there, at the top of the tower, I walk to the radio. I turn it on, i look down at what the world has become. Fire surrounding the tower, pushing the zombies closer. As I turn the radio on, I see the hoards running to the sound. I look down, i watch the fire spread. I lay down, only knowing whats to come. The sky a dark gray, a hint of orange. As the sun sets, the fire rises upon the tower. The hoard slowly burning up, as i lay there, only feeling the warmth I oh so missed.
guys, if anyone reads this comment i hope it finds you well, are we at the end of our rope? or we are just at the tip of a fabolous expanse in the unknown? i dont really know, but we had a good run
“Usually, when my shift drags into the late hours of the night, I work my way through a handful of cigarettes in a few minutes. Yet, I nurse the last of my pack for about five minutes tonight. Got to make em last now, after all. I doubt the corner shop’s gonna get a fresh batch of Virginia Slims after the bombs fell. Taking one final, long drag of it, I savor the flavor for a few seconds and slowly let the smoke drift from my lips. As the grey wisps fade into the chilly night air, I look up into the sky. You know, all of the movies and shows about the end, they never mention how… pretty things would be. Feels a bit morbid to say but, when the city lights go out, you can see so many stars. For maybe the first time in my life, I realize the night sky isn’t black. Or at least, it’s not just black. It’s blue, purple, and dozens of other colors, all dotted with pin pricks of light. We might be gone. Things may have changed. But they didn’t really end. The world, the stars, the universe, just keeps ticking right along. What really changed was just our place in it. I should probably get back in the radio tower. I’ve left the machine on auto pilot for a while. But, I think I’ll stay a bit longer. It’s not like I need to play commercials anymore. I’ll just take in the view. I got time, after all. All the time in the world.”
POV: You woke up, there's just a vast open desert, unlike the place you fell asleep in. You look around the desert that you have somehow become stranded in, and you see a glimmer of light. As you approach it, you realise that all that is left is a radio, playing it's small selection of songs. It's the only thing to help calm you down, so you decide to take it with you. You begin to travel around, but after what felt like years you come to the realisation. It's all gone. No moon, no life, no buildings. This was the end, and somehow instead of facing the calming death the others had, you are forced to walk through the unending desert, hoping that one day you'll blink, and you can finally be laid to rest.
I don’t want to set the world on fire I just want to add a flame in your heart In my heart I have one desire and that one is you No other will do I’ve lost all ambition Of worldly acclaim And with your ambition I just feel the same I have did my goal believe me I don’t want to set the world on fire I just want to start a flame in your heart I don’t want to set the world on fire honey I just want to start a big big flame in your heart You see Way down inside of me Darlin have one desire And that 1 desire is you I’ve lost all ambition Of worldly acclaim I just wanna be the one you love And with your ambition You feel the same I don’t want to set the world on fire I just want to add a flame in your heart Again your somewhere don’t know where But I know we be together Some sunny days We smiling Just like you always do Till the blue sky Far away So will you please say hello to the post I know Tell the I won’t belong They will be happy I don’t belong Beat again Don’t know where Some sunny days *idk what there saying* Far away To the post I know The won’t belong They will be happy to know Don’t know where But I know your with me again Sunny days! :) *music* Poison Yeah Karma And I Who am I Poison And I Cancer Me! Karma And I Who am I? *more music* *nice music for a few seconds* 8:038:05 Poison Yeah Cancer Me! Karma And I? Who am I? Poison Yeah! Cancer me! Karma And I? Who I am! *music* *music* I can reamber when We walked together Sharing a love I though would last forever We would like to show the way So we can follow In her eyes For tomorrow This girl told me I had no love at all To hold me! Everyday I wake up I start to wake up A man. Without love A man without love I wake up.i break up Everyday. I start up then I wake up I can not faze this world If you see that lovely girl That slowly dies Say I can’t stab myself Run run cry! Everyday I wake up then I break up A man without love I wake up and I break up Everyday I stay up A man without love Everyday I wake up then I break up A man without love Then I cry with my heart. Out! A MAN WITHOUT LOVEEE *music* Why does the sun Go shining Why does the sea Rush to shore Don’t they Know it’s the end of the world Because you don’t love me anymore Why do the birds sing Why do. The stars shine above Why do they not know it’s the end of the world I wake up in the morning Why everything is the same as it was I can’t understand The way life goes Why does my heart Go on beating Why do these eyes of mine cry W why don’t they know it’s the end of the world It stared when you said goodbye Why do the not know it’s the end of the world It’s ended when you said goodbye *happy piano music* *even more lovely music* *I love it!* *More more!* *:)* *I love it!* *enjoy!* *sounds like from the old Mickey* *noglastic times* *this took a long time I hope you enjoyed!* Beyy y’all!
POV: you were hiding in the bomb shelter, you found it a while ago. it was dusty, abandoned. You trip over a box while looking around, opening it to reveal a dusty and slightly scratched up radio, a table cloth, some candles, a old lighter, a container of whiskey. You pick the box up and set the stuff up on the creaky table in the main area of the shelter. Everything is dark and cold, everything but the lightly flickering candles and the beating of your heart. You turn on the radio and listen to the music, wondering how it got to this, wondering ⱳħɏ.. things got to this. A tear slips out of your eye, giving your face a warm contrast to the cold. You hear something in the distance of the tunnels of the bunker, coming closer.. and.. closer.. its closer with every beat of the song, light humming came out of your throat to the tune of the music, as tears fell down your face as the noise gets loud-... (I HOPE YALL ENJOYED THISS!!)
He and his beloved were in the kitchen, a place where they loved to spend time, either chatting or simply listening to the tranquility that the radio offered, the news caught them by surprise but instead of getting scared, They began to dance, they promised themselves a thousand and one things to do in eternity, the radio slowly turned off while their earth was engulfed by the black hole.
POV: You're dancing on a rooftop with someone you love, and you know the world is ending but you don't care, because as long as they're with you, you can forget it all
this is perfect if i decide that my oc's lover has to go back to her actual time line if I do decide that it would be a very depresssing ending. . . .especially the we will meet again song :)
I thought i'd not know all of these because playlists like these usually sneak in a not well known song but then i remembered I grew up listening to my grandparents records
The sun rose, but not for us. There was no earth left to shine onto, and we had no one but ourselves to blame. Tragic, yes, Surprising? I almost wish...
The air sirens and the drinking broadcast voice echoes through the city as the whole place listens with bated breath. "Attention citezens. NUCLEAR BOMB INCOMING. THIS IS NOT A DRILL, REPEAT, THIS IS NOT A DRILL. SEEK SHELTER IMMEDIATELY." I listen from my shelter miles away and wait. I crank on my radio, hoping for some small semblance of comfkrt. I didn't pack anything to survive, I don't plan to. The velvety song bleeds through my ears as my gaze shots to the window beside me. The crimson sky turns blinding white as the ground shakes from the force of the bomb hitting the earth. The wave of heat Brooks my face and the glass shatters. Tears stream down my face as the music cresendoes. I smile in my last mo.ends of weakness.
Enormous noise and crashing is to be heard in the distance, screams of loved ones and unknown ones fill the echos of these damned halls. With shaky hands and breath, a cigarette is passed around “two puff pass” a stranger says in these final moments. “Oh and..to lighten the mood, might as well try?” The radio is clicked on, an older man with frail boned skinny hands adjusts the antenna, static..static..song? “We’ll meet again, don’t know where don’t know whennnn” the screams calm down, only some soft cries are heard, “hey..who all knows this song?” Around 20 people put their hands up. “Sing with me won’t you? It’s our last day..let’s celebrate…” a hesitation to start is clear, but people soon realize it is in fact their last day, so what the hell why not, suddenly the halls seem light and more full and close, and together as an assortment of voices begin to sing, bass alto and soprano voices, soft and raspy long and round, all equally embracing, calming everyone in the room, no one notices how hot the area is, how bright it’s getting and how fast their fate is coming.
A metal version of 'The World Is Gonna End Tonight' is blasting through your radio as you're racing through a burning forest in your pickup trying to get to your bunker before crashing into a burning tree
The world is ending, you only just managed to shut the door behind you but you're not sure how much longer it's going to last as it groans under the pressure, all you have is a small blinking radio with no where to go.
"Where to, then?" the raven-haired girl asks. "I'm not sure. we weren't given specific coords. Just "Sweet place" on this paper." "Damn. he's horrible at this." a laugh. "You'll get used to it, trust me." The sun sets upon a broken landscape, one full of the corpse of a once-great city. now home to renegades and creatures beyond human comprehension. the sight of clouds gently floating by, filling an orange sky with streaks of fluffy white, makes her feel something. she doesn't know how to describe it. but it's... a beautiful, bittersweet feeling. she's half-glad, half-frustrated her new friend can see her oogle at it. a laugh comes from the other woman. "you like the sky, don't you...?" "i mean, i barely ever saw it before i met you. the strongholds are all underground." "the bunkers are called strongholds...?" the redhead chuckles. "yeah. i dunno, fancy unique naming conventions or whatever. it's weird, but fitting." "huh." the sun teases the horizon as the skies slowly but surely dim, and for the first time, she sees what stars are like. it's beautiful. the end of the world, and this raven-haired woman still finds beauty in it. the redhead needs to take lessons from her, she thinks. "i didn't know what i was missing until... this." "it's beautiful, isn't it..?" "more than anything."
as the new race creeps over the top surface with oddly good new connection informing you about your doom you sit in your garage-like basement, take a cigar, turn on the radio, and simply wait for death. you never felt scared of death, but you are still upset about it for some reason. was it that one project? never finding true love? no. you didn't care about those things. you wonder why you didn't accept it earlier. you sit and sit and sit. you fall asleep at some point, maybe around 10:45 pm, and you don't wake up.
I saw some people asking for song names and time stamps, so Imma try my best.
0:01 - 2:58 I Don't Want To Set The World on Fire - The Ink Spots
2:59 - 5:56 We'll Meet Again - Vera Lynn
6:00 - 9:00 Aftermath - Caravan Palace
9:06 - 15:00 Lay All Your Love On Me (slowed) - ABBA
15:02 - 18:19 A Man Without Love - Engelbert Humperdinck
18:19 - 20:55 The End of The World - Skeeter Davis
20:57 - 23:28 The Mysterious Axeman's Jazz - Joseph John Davilla
Overall this is a great playlist, thank you.
Your are a good person. Thank you
❤❤
Once more, i hoped for Tom Lehrer.
Once more, i was disappointed by a lack of Tom Lehrer.
@@Chrischi3TutorialLPs same here
You forgot about 99 Luftballoons by Nena
POV: You downloaded this video just for the music until years later where you are surrounded by a hoard of humanity ending creatures and open your phone just to play this in human-kind’s last moments
That POV gave me goosebumps
I’d being doing uppers to keep my energy up for raiding stores for like guns and food and gear I’d start with stores out of town of course then head to the docks steal a boat with a bow 5ft above the water line then keep off shore fishing sun dry fish to keep down smoke and water filters and collectors to make sure I don’t run out check the shore for like two days before you go to land just in case of danger if you stock up right before you head out first time you won’t have to come back for like maybe a year or two if not longer make sure you learn a bit about sailing and sail ships cause you ain’t running a gas ran boat for long and plus it’s noisy once almost every one is dead only works perfectly in a zombie apocalypse gonna be like a lot gonna suck hard to remain alive
this reminds me of the ending of the quiet place day 1!!!
Dame same 😅
@@kekoasiversons350yo thanks for the advice
I wanna meet the radio host that’s still pushing through all that, the playlist is peak dark humor and i respect that.
The radio demon is already in hell don't worry
Amazing reference.
@@dysFUNcti0nal.fr34k lmao
@@dysFUNcti0nal.fr34kwatching from his radio tower watching hell transform earth with an ever growing sadistic smile
Prime entertainment watching the ants run
Hey hey this is Mr new Vegas
The atom bomb fell down while her radio played a song she loved. Her and her lover danced to the song as the bomb hit and exploded everything. They danced as they died.
Alternatively:
The world had been announced to die in two hours. That had been an hour and fifty minutes ago. The final minute was almost eerily silent as everyone held their breath.
No one spoke a word as the deadline approached and left. No one died. No one except his world.
The girl he loved had died in his arms from a deadly disease. Her last words were a promise that they would meet again. A deadly promise, for not a minute later, he died from a deadly poison he had ingested.
holy flibbity jibber this story is amazing
@@-MarissaRose- Awesome
Ironic.
Cringe
Me: "they better have world on fire - ITS FIRST SONG !!
Fr 😂
POV: You stand in the old subway station that's been here since you can remember, everyone around you locked in on their phones. A soft gust of wind rakes through your hair as the subway approaches, soon coming to a stop as its doors open with the slick 'swoosh' noise you've grown oh-so familiar with. It seemed like a normal day as the passengers around you gathered into the cramped vehicle; you quickly followed suit. As the vehicle starts to move, you find a place in a slightly stained dinghy seat, setting your bag in your lap, your tired eyes following the lights as they sped past you out the window. You'd have to get another cup of coffee when you got off.
A warm light suddenly fills the subway as goosebumps run your skin with concern. You look towards the direction of the light, watching as it quickly becomes brighter, nearly blinding. You'd have screamed in agony and horror if it weren't for the sudden heat that engrossed your body, your field of vision filling with a pure white. You felt a rumbling beneath you, your hearing shot with an intense ringing that lasted for forever. After what felt like a century, but was most likely only a few seconds... silence.
Nothing.
You didn't feel anything.
You didn't hear anything.
You didn't see anything.
Nothing.
Thanks for the nightmares :D
That….that was haunting bud
Im sitting on the bus rn with a bag in my lap
@@7daysaweek-dq7je RIP
Great story. I love your pfp❤
POV: All of your friends and family and everyone in the world is dead because of a zombie outbreak. you were the only one who survived. you tried to browse through internet but couldnt find anyone online. you slowly made your way to a big supermarket, closed all the doors and found a random radio in the manager's room. you started to listen to it as you wipe the blood and dirt off your body.
this would make such a good roleplay game its not even funny 💀
i would cry, or maybe be numb, i haye pain, but i grew to not want to die@@ElviraPorter-n8s
If only that would happen💀 peak apocalypse vibe, my guy🤣
@@krisztianlichi8393 lmaoo yes
Cringe
i knew with full confidence that "I Don't Want To Set The World on Fire" would be the VERY FIRST thing to play.
i was not disappointed.
*Light a cigarette, pour a glass of whiskey, and stare at the impending end*
*grabs a chair* “mind if I sit next to ya?” *raises glass* “cheers to the end*
A odd standing dog comes over and sits down, Without saying a word.
A cat comes and sits on you, silently.
A child sits beside the dog, giving a innocent smile.
A cat with black and orange spots slides a soft pillow with her jaws, settling it down and sits on it, staring out with the others.
POV: Sitting in your bunker, knee’s to you chest as you quietly hum to your radio. You begin to cry remembering your family, your best friend, your lover, your pets. Everyone is gone. You’re alone, truly alone. They all starved or were caught weeks ago. You’re hiding out in the waste. The _____ moved on days ago. Never have finding you in your hide out miraculously. And you wonder, why you? Why of all people did you have to live? You could die, but what’s the point now? Is there anything beyond? If so would your friends want you to live?
You sigh as you lean your head back against the wooden boards of the wall. You’re inside a radio station, empty, like every other building in this lifeless place. You want to talk to someone. But no one’s here anymore. And leaving to find others risks finding the ______ and dying too. There’s no reason to leave anyways. The markets are still filled with food, and there’s plenty of water. Really, moving on just means forgetting them. Those you loved. You wish you’d said you loved them, all of them, from your pets to your friends to your family. One last time. The tears build up again in your eyes as you choke back a sob. Why you? It’s all you can think. Why of all people in this town was it you who lived? You choke back a sob, that’s all it felt like you could do anymore. Find supplies, sleep, and cry your eyes out. You wished you could just be numb. Not die, just not be in pain. With so much time alone all you could do was feel.
Stumbling up to a standing position. Walking out from behind the desk, looking out the nearby window. Three stories up, looking out on barren streets. You used to stare in awe at these streets before the incident. Noting how surreal it felt, knowing people were around but none were out in the moment. Then someone would always exit a store just a second later. But no one was going to exit now. You wait, almost in suspense, hope still lingering that someone would. But in the back of your mind you knew better. So you turn, walking back to the radio, turning it up and taking it off the desk. Sliding it into your backpack, taking the metal baseball bat out and replacing it with the radio. slinging the bag over your shoulder and walking out of the studio. Walking slowly in pace with the music. No need to rush anymore, you were the only one you had to worry about. You descend the staircase. Walking both dusty flights of stairs down to the bottom level, exiting out the fire exit.
The gentle cool wind of fall brushing past you as you walk out onto the street. Heading across town to your little personal project you’d been building. The whole town was yours now. And so as you head back towards your project, you imagine how you’d add onto it today. A small tiny burst of joy shooting through your stomach as you imagined it. Excited of the prospect of finishing it soon. You had one thing to live for, leaving something behind to be found by those who eventually came back. You’d make sure they knew what happened, you’d make sure they knew one person lived. They’d know a part of your story. You were here for a reason, and you decided that it was for people to know the real story. Even if it was in a month or thousands of years. The story would stay. Your project made sure of it.
Thank you for reading my humble story, and hopefully none of us ever experience this. Drink some water, get some sleep tonight. And tell someone you care about that you love them, even if it’s just your pet. Do the things you enjoy, and enjoy the small things. Life is beautiful, even at your lowest. The wind listens, the flowers brighten your day, the trees comfort you, and the birds sing their love for you. Stop for a second, and just take in the moment. Good luck lovelies, you’re worth it. I promise.
ONLY ONE LIKE?!?!
Maze runner core frrr
Bro this is some crazy stuff, i cant even imagine being alone, but imagine on the verge of dying in the waste, you see a figure sprinting towards you in the distance, its not an alien, animal or zombie, its a person, a person you know, the person youve been friends with, knowing they survived makes you overcome with joy as you stand up with low energy, hugging them tight as you break up into tears. knowing that you are not alone, you follow them to a nearby station, which has foods and alot of snacks, it has running water and electricity, you look around the room to find another person, not one, but 2, you gaze at them only to see that they are also close friends, together you build underground bunkers for survivors to get them clean of the waste and rot, years later, its like a whole new life, you also find alot of pets, noone is mean to anyone, its a whole new life, waiting to be lived to the fullest. (Good ending ig)
I am almost out of school and I am not doing anything this summer. Watch me turn this into a book, please tell me your name so I can credit you.
@@Emo_Frog_Trash Nah you don’t have to credit me lol, inspiration comes from anywhere
the second song is so crazy to me, it was my WW2 great grandads song, and his funeral song. I will miss him. I always will.
I am so sorry for your lose
Sorry I misspelled loss sorry but I do feel sorry for your loss
@@user-wn2fh7cr3x ty man, it means alot to me.
Well, hey attest they had their favorite song playing from life to death~ 😊
that's sad
I’m going to write something a bit different. This story is called *Radio Host*
You place a record down, the CDs to be used later. For now you wanted this vintage sound. Adjusting the knobs you put on your headphones, leaning into the microphone.
“Good evening my loyal listeners. I do hope this broadcast finds you well this evening. As a treat for surviving another day we have some songs to guide you through the times.”
The needle fell into the grooves and the sweet music started to play, the comforting melody of I don’t Want to set the World on Fire playing. You leaned back in your chair, a soft smile as you listened.
This record was a creation of your own making, a loving amalgamation of your CDs’ songs. There were no more streaming services, no more internet. For all you knew the radio was one of the last things standing. At least your radio. Yes, up in your tower you were safe from the lumbering abominations that now roamed the earth’s surface. Your tower was fortified and the monsters had difficulty climbing.
Over the years you had made your tower sustainable, salvaging, pillaging, and gaining help from travelers who could never stay. But now you were safe with a rain collector, solar panels, and even a farming area. It wasn’t much but it was enough.
Looking up you saw that enough time had passed to make an interruption. Thus you sat back up, gently stopping the record for now.
“Well my darlings, that’s certainly a way to start off an evening. Now then, for the rest of tonight I won’t interrupt you any more. However, I have obtained information to share with you all. Some supposed safe havens.”
As you continued to speak, relaying this information, you wondered if this was even real. Was there anyone left alive? For years you had been giving out information to supposed safe havens, locations given to you by adventurers and travelers. Yet your visitors who used to be quite frequent had now dwindled to nobody. You could only hope that there were others still out there. That those fortresses still stood.
“That’s all for tonight. You stay safe out there. From here on out until tomorrow will just be music. Goodnight.” **You turned back on the record and went outside of your tower, looking over the balcony of that wasteland, the symphony of the damned accompanying your music.
This is nice
@@hqsancak8892 thank you
This was really good. It reminds me of a character from a show called Hazbin Hotel iykyk
@@LaylaBusch-Hill lol Alastor. Yeah I thought about that after I finished writing
I would love to see this short story as a short film and almost have it implied to be part of some bigger universe so that it can eventually become something to be considered as a high class reference.
We all sat around the fire- atop the Apartment complex. The three of us had managed to outrun the dead; however all of our ammo was wasted frivolously shortly before we had to go. Jeremy and Ian both were bitten- they share one final drink, reminiscing of times before the fall. As the night progresses; so does the infection. The three share one final embrace and one more shot. I have the job of... dispatching them once they turned. I just shoved them off into the thousands of infected below; they would break through the rest of the apartment building before day broke.
I cried a bit before gathering my things and the small remainder of the food and water they had left. I had one magazine of .45 left- which wasn't even fully loaded; only 3 rounds. I chuckle as I remember the time showing Jeremy and Ian it for the first time- though, that was long ago. I smile a bit before shaking my head. I stamp out the fire and walk to the edge of the building- I here the mumbles and groans of the many undead below me... as well as their shining amber eyes, as if they were waiting for their next meal. I sit on the edge and lean forwards- teetering. I pull the radio from my backpack and turn it on- and to my surprise there's a voice- a woman; she must be near. I look around and see a mountain far above the city- I have no idea how I missed it but it seems fortified.
Maybe- maybe we can win this.
-You walk around the dilapidated building, and you find a notebook; it looks hastily written and you can't help but wonder if he survived. As you read through it you see that it is your grandfather's name printed on the on the first page! You're surprised to find this, seeing as this was over 50 years ago, but it was in several bags. You wander back to the mountain- listening to the radio as you clamber up it. Wondering what managed to save his life all those years ago...
In the face of ruin there is an odd sense of calm. There is a moment of tranquility where you are unsure as to what to do. A moment where you know it’s about to end but your not sure what to do before. This is the moment we find ourselves. The few minutes of peace knowing there is no further need to worry yet not knowing how to spend those moments. A time of goodbyes and acceptance. The moment where you see it coming from the distance and instead of running you wait, because you know you can’t outrun them. Knowing you did everything you could, and knowing you did it correct. It was enough, you did it.
POV: In the aftermath of a harsh apocalypse across our world’s face, you are wandering through the abandoned streets that was once lively, full of the vegetation and children playing along the yard, now brown and crispy, with nothing but the occasional roach. As you walk, you find an old radio sitting on the porch of your elderly neighbors’ yard, their house in shackles. You sit down on the rocking chair, listening to the music of the radio as you try to feed out the memories of your town, neighbors, friends, and foes from when the world was nothing but your playground.
Beautiful
I love your pfp
As someone who all of my friends and family call me an “old soul” because of how young I am but how much I love old-themed songs like these, I really thank you for making
this playlist.❤️
they call me a grandma fr, i'm 17, but i fucking like it, i like being old, or just living happy
same lol i love a lottt of old songs
Relatable 🤝🏻@@tenshi-no7902
I'm working on an apocalypse story and the algorithm sends me this playlist as an act of providence.
This is perfect.
YES
You walk in an empty house, and it is the house where you died, you put the radio on, and dance all alone
You sit in front of your fire place, the wood crackling gently. You stare blankly at the stone holding in the flames, havoc is being unleashed outside but it's like time is stopped just for you. You have a bowl of ice cream, slowly melting. You take mindless bites of it as you continue to stare into the stone of your fireplace, your frosted windows showcase blurred images of the violence and crimes near your small lawn. The radio starts to cut out for a moment, then goes back to playing normally. Unfortunately, the sound of the soft background music doesn't drown out the noise of drills and screaming coming from outside, but for some reason that doesn't entirely bother you. You continue to numbly eat your ice cream as you reflect on what you did in your life, all of your mistakes, all of your greatest accomplishments, your regrets, the things you always said you were going to do "one day" but now you will never be able too. It finally sinks in what the words "life is short" meant. You start to think about other peoples lives, your parents, your friends, your coworkers/classmates, and slowly you start to think about more distant ones- the costumer/teacher that was rude to you, the girl in front of you in line who was trying to hush her crying baby, the man who made you smile that one day. You feel a feeling of comfort as you realize maybe it's better if your all go together, then that comfort is gone as you here someone crying out in the streets, having just found one of their family members dead. You hear gun shots, crashing, screaming crying, wailing, and you realize that it doesn't matter if the suns exploding or if asteroids come crashing onto the Earth. The worlds was always destined to burn as soon as humans were placed on it, for there greed will forever out way their compassion. The radio starts cutting out again and then it completely turns to static. You don't react, just continue staring into space. A calm feeling of doom covers you, and shortly so does the roof of your house as it crashes down on top of you
This is the best one ive read
@@Qhannah TYYYYYYY :D
“And nowwwwww, the end is near, and so I face…this final curtain…”
i did it my way
For what is a man!? What has he got!?
It's even made out of iron! IRON!
Bruh I'm 3 seconds in and already on verge of nostalgia, such a perfect fit! Fallout 4 has my heart
WE MAKIN IT OUT OF VAULT 101 WITH THIS ONE 🔥🔥🔥
a historic hurricane just eviscerated my town. 200 year-old buildings are crushed, tornadoes have leveled entire neighborhoods, one of my neighbors is dead. we won’t have power for days. i’m driving with my parents to find food right now, and i feel like i’m watching the end of the world.
POV: you sit on a swing as leaves fall and look around and no one is there. You know you caused this. This was your fault, somehow. You take the little pocket ratio out and wind it back to the beginning. As the songs go on and on and on, you find them shifting from minor to major, picking up their beats. You know you don’t deserve to connect to these songs. You wind it back to the beginning. You sit in solitude until the slightest joy of these songs are unbearable, drowned out by guilt of what you did. You wind the radio back, until even the sadness is unbearable. You turn it off. Now even the numbness is unbearable. The swing stops swinging, you breathe your last breath.
This is going on my "play at my funeral" list 🥰
Funny how I thought of End of the World song when I saw the title, then it is really here 😅
Same
Fallout (for obvious reasons), Hazbin Hotel (cause it's giving Alastor vibes), and (like one song that's in) Moon Knight in one playlist. Absolutely amazing💜
And as the world goes up in smoke, the radio shall play forevermore, bringing a sense of calm to the listener which can never again tune in for their song
-Timestamps!-
00:00 - 2:59 : I don't want to set the world on fire
3:00 - 5:59 : We'll meet again
6:00 - 9:05 : Aftermath
9:06 - 15:02 : Lay all your love on me
15:03 - 18:19 - A man without love
18:20 - 20:55 - The end of the world
20:55 - 23:31 - idk, funky jazz piano music while the world burns
last one is ''The Mysterious Axeman's Jazz - Joseph John Davilla''
Loving the Fallout vibes with this playlist❤ perfect for my fifteenth replay of New Vegas😅
I listened to this while watching the 4th of July fireworks outside my house, it set the mood so perfectly, I couldn't help but smile. Thank you for making this!
People in this comment section be writing full wattpad stories lol
That's to good for wattpad lul
WE'RE GETTING DEADLY DOSSES OF RADIATION WITH THIS ONE BOYS 🗣🔥🔥🔥
It's saturday 4 in the afternoon and I am sitting in a room that was full of people just yesterday or in the early hours of today.
I left my country for work, met these people, worked with them, made friends with them and now we're all going to different parts of the world to continue our growth. I miss them, but something about sitting here alone, drinking lemonade and remembering while listening to this playlist makes life worth it just a bit more.
Have a lovely day people of great music taste
"And as i stared down into rhat deep abyss, i could feel it smoldering back at me, silent but alive, desolate but bold, and was when it whispered, 'I see you'"
cannot for the life of me listen to these playlists without thinking about fallout new vegas
its kind of nice though, i used to sit on the couch when i was young and watch my brother play fallout on our old xbox
Some people prep, some people pray, and some people just wants to sit and watch the world burn
this playlist while applying for jobs is so funny
pov: a warm sunny day.. you and your friends are hanging around a skatepark (1980's). the wind is light and the sun glazing on your soothed skins. you see a alarming amount of faces glaring towards your direction.. little do you know they arent looking at you, or your friend doing sick tricks, theyre looking at a rocket sized ship rock charging towards what seems like just you but the closer this mysterious rock gets the more it expands.. bigger.. and bigger.. The sun hiding itself as the shadows pierce your body and everything goes black. all of a sudden all you can here is this and a slight echo in the vocals.
goodnight yall!
The two of them danced the world away to the tune of destruction.
so many youtubers are getting exposed. my childhood is breaking apart and this playlist is only gonna make this harder :3
I feel your pain.
@@JustGottaDoIt it kinda feels like my world is ending so
@@Cloyyhasbublegum 🙁
Simple answer, 10 words
“It’s the end of the world as we know it”
they should have put A Burning Memory on this playlist otherwise i love it
There is a certain magic to radios and apocalypse which is simple to think about hard to actually say
POV:
You wake up in the morning per usual, nothing different, nothing odd. But this morning felt different from the rest. You make your way to your living room listening to the news, sipping a cup of coffee. While listening to the news you hear a large emergency broadcast ping, "We...we have live reports coming in.. it's been confirmed of an atomic bombing confirmed in.. New York and Las Vegas... oh God.." the man is trembling on the news. Your heart sinks. Around your city there were vaults made for future atomic accidents as the country had been in war already for a while. You had served time in the army which made you a guest on any of the vault lists in case of any accidents. You lived very close to one and start running towards the vault entrance where military personal where guiding people into the vault doors. You are guided onto a small platform where other people are standing on as well waiting to go into the vaults. Air raid sirens are going off and people are screaming and crying wondering what will happen if they don't make it into the vaults. People are standing at gates not being let onto the platform as they where not on the guest list. You look into the city and see a large flash of light, a slight boom and then large crashing. The platform starts moving down and a huge gust of blast wind, filled with fire and debris moves towards you all. The platform barely makes its way all the way down so you're not hit. The platform moves down and down until you come to a rough stop. Your safe, at least you think...
What will happen in the vaults? Is it really safe? Are we all safe? (This is very largely inspired from the Fallout 4 video game so lmk if you want a part 2?)
"A beautiful way to pull the curtains". She thought as Vera Lynn's "We'll Meet Again" pleasantly invited itself into her heart.
The golden blinding light shone so tenderly, as if the mother of death was beckoning her to come. She didn't know when...but Vera was right, they would meet again...just in the warm, binding embrace of death.
Very well written, I like it.
@@JustGottaDoIt super late but super grateful! Thank you and thanks for the playlist!
I’m currently working on a crossover AU with some of my fandoms. The premise is: every world is ending. The borders between universes break, so every single person is in the same area. They form groups based on hierarchy. The top group is the royals. The ones that were royal in their respective universe, an example is the goetias from helluva boss. Then, there’s the nobility, the rich ones, such as Celestia ludenburg from danganronpa. Then, the normal people, this is mostly every other person. Then, the exiled, the people who have been cast out, left to die. As the groups start to devolve, everyone starts forming smaller groups, such as the I.M.Ps, the lucky students, etc etc. The “main” characters of the AU are my helluva boss oc Marcie, and her brother moxxie. Thank you for coming to my TED talk.
Edit: it’s called Borders.
i need to see this this sounds awesome bro
EXCUSE ME?? CELESTIA?? I CHOKED ON MY DRINKAS I READ THAG I LOVE HER SM
Noir Detective Ambience when
Fr I used it for that too
(This is the first time I have tried this.)
Your radio continues to play as you sit in your bunker. It's playing tunes that have now become forgotten ever since the bomb dropped. People are now way more concerned about if their food has expired, is it safe to go outside, or if they have enough water to last a month or so. Everyone is too occupied to even consider activities like playing music. Still, you find some comfort in this radio. Not because you want to run away from reality, but because this is the only fragment of the old world. The radio is in this constant state of blissful ignorance, always stuck in the past. But you can't stop yourself from listening. You can only switch between a few channels now. All the stations that were broadcasting the others were either desecrated by the bomb, or abandoned by fleeing evacuators, desperate to delay the inevitable. The radio has replaced all other human connection. It now represents an optimistic friend who hasn't been completely broken by reality. But you're not a radio, you're a human. A human that can think and feel sadness. You need to bear the pain if you want to live long enough to feel joy. But you're reluctant to, you're reluctant because you've seen it all and want no involvement in it. So you turn to things to distract yourself like this radio, and it's the only option. If the radio breaks, you'll feel like you lost a friend, because your radio is your only friend. If it breaks right now, you'll want to stop living, because the radio and the old world gave you a purpose. Without them, you feel like your life was for nothing, your existence would be meaningless. Because in a meaningless apocalypse like this, you need it. You are the radio, and the radio is you.
HELLO!?! I CRIED READING THIS WHAT, BECOME AN AUTHOR RN
3:04 bill bill bill bill
Dorito of Doom
BIIIIIILLLLLL
I randomly clicked on this without reading the title and I had to check if it was a fallout playlist lol.
started listening to this a bit ago. started to write a story and ths is the start how its going!!! :) also, disclaimer, it will have a gay coule in it (i can not do women at all in love stories), so, if you are against pride or anything like that because of your religion or thoughts, you don't need to read this. just warning you all! :3
The End
It was a beautiful day. The sun shining bright, birds chirping and singing. Nothing could go wrong on such a sweet and beautiful day. People were walking in the street, their feet clacking on the cement and their loud speaking being oddly calming. The breeze was quite cool and felt nice on the skin.
Victor was sitting at a table outside a cafe and drinking a cup of steaming hot coffee. He was enjoying his afternoon, reading a newspaper and just relaxing while he could. He was already in his forties and a university professor. He didn’t have much free time in his life other than vacations.
He sat there calmly till she saw a handsome man sitting on a bench nearby.
(Its stil very short, but i havent done much or had time to do alot)
Can’t wait to see where this goes. Sounds like the start of a very interesting story
(On a diff account) @@Mylenapony thanks. Its gonna be atleast good in my opinion. And long.
This is actually a really well put together playlist! My favourite now ❤❤❤
eyy you're here too! thought the pfp looked familiar HAHAHA
Most imagine the end as utter chaos, but I personally think it will be silent… people will stop, they will know it’s the end, and will just sit back to watch in their final moments
She nodded off after "The Mysterious Axemans Jazz", and it was all at peace. She had died after everyone else, listening to her favorite song, VIA nuclear bomb...
(POV) As i stood there, at the top of the tower, I walk to the radio. I turn it on, i look down at what the world has become. Fire surrounding the tower, pushing the zombies closer. As I turn the radio on, I see the hoards running to the sound. I look down, i watch the fire spread. I lay down, only knowing whats to come. The sky a dark gray, a hint of orange. As the sun sets, the fire rises upon the tower. The hoard slowly burning up, as i lay there, only feeling the warmth I oh so missed.
guys, if anyone reads this comment i hope it finds you well, are we at the end of our rope? or we are just at the tip of a fabolous expanse in the unknown? i dont really know, but we had a good run
“Usually, when my shift drags into the late hours of the night, I work my way through a handful of cigarettes in a few minutes. Yet, I nurse the last of my pack for about five minutes tonight. Got to make em last now, after all. I doubt the corner shop’s gonna get a fresh batch of Virginia Slims after the bombs fell.
Taking one final, long drag of it, I savor the flavor for a few seconds and slowly let the smoke drift from my lips. As the grey wisps fade into the chilly night air, I look up into the sky.
You know, all of the movies and shows about the end, they never mention how… pretty things would be. Feels a bit morbid to say but, when the city lights go out, you can see so many stars. For maybe the first time in my life, I realize the night sky isn’t black. Or at least, it’s not just black. It’s blue, purple, and dozens of other colors, all dotted with pin pricks of light.
We might be gone. Things may have changed. But they didn’t really end. The world, the stars, the universe, just keeps ticking right along. What really changed was just our place in it.
I should probably get back in the radio tower. I’ve left the machine on auto pilot for a while. But, I think I’ll stay a bit longer. It’s not like I need to play commercials anymore.
I’ll just take in the view. I got time, after all. All the time in the world.”
this is so beautiful. made me tear up. "all the time in the world" feels so powerful yet desolate
i needed this, thank you
I love these playlist soo much because my OC is the literal embodiment of chaos (He's a kitsune, aka a japanese fox demon)
POV: You woke up, there's just a vast open desert, unlike the place you fell asleep in. You look around the desert that you have somehow become stranded in, and you see a glimmer of light. As you approach it, you realise that all that is left is a radio, playing it's small selection of songs. It's the only thing to help calm you down, so you decide to take it with you.
You begin to travel around, but after what felt like years you come to the realisation.
It's all gone.
No moon, no life, no buildings. This was the end, and somehow instead of facing the calming death the others had, you are forced to walk through the unending desert, hoping that one day you'll blink, and you can finally be laid to rest.
I don’t want to set the world on fire
I just want to add a flame in your heart
In my heart
I have one desire
and that one is you
No other will do
I’ve lost all ambition
Of worldly acclaim
And with your ambition
I just feel the same
I have did my goal believe me
I don’t want to set the world on fire
I just want to start a flame in your heart
I don’t want to set the world on fire honey
I just want to start a big big flame in your heart
You see
Way down inside of me
Darlin have one desire
And that 1 desire is you
I’ve lost all ambition
Of worldly acclaim
I just wanna be the one you love
And with your ambition
You feel the same
I don’t want to set the world on fire
I just want to add a flame in your heart
Again your somewhere don’t know where
But I know we be together
Some sunny days
We smiling
Just like you always do
Till the blue sky
Far away
So will you please say hello to the post I know
Tell the I won’t belong
They will be happy I don’t belong
Beat again
Don’t know where
Some sunny days
*idk what there saying*
Far away
To the post I know
The won’t belong
They will be happy to know
Don’t know where
But I know your with me again
Sunny days! :)
*music*
Poison
Yeah
Karma
And I
Who am I
Poison
And I
Cancer
Me! Karma
And I
Who am I?
*more music*
*nice music for a few seconds*
8:03 8:05
Poison
Yeah
Cancer
Me!
Karma
And I?
Who am I?
Poison
Yeah!
Cancer me!
Karma
And I?
Who I am!
*music*
*music*
I can reamber when
We walked together
Sharing a love I though would last forever
We would like to show the way
So we can follow
In her eyes
For tomorrow
This girl told me
I had no love at all
To hold me!
Everyday I wake up
I start to wake up
A man. Without love
A man without love
I wake up.i break up
Everyday. I start up then I wake up
I can not faze this world
If you see that lovely girl
That slowly dies
Say I can’t stab myself
Run run cry!
Everyday I wake up then I break up
A man without love
I wake up and I break up
Everyday I stay up
A man without love
Everyday I wake up then I break up
A man without love
Then I cry with my heart. Out!
A MAN WITHOUT LOVEEE
*music*
Why does the sun
Go shining
Why does the sea
Rush to shore
Don’t they
Know it’s the end of the world
Because you don’t love me anymore
Why do the birds sing
Why do. The stars shine above
Why do they not know it’s the end of the world
I wake up in the morning
Why everything is the same as it was
I can’t understand
The way life goes
Why does my heart
Go on beating
Why do these eyes of mine cry
W why don’t they know it’s the end of the world
It stared when you said goodbye
Why do the not know it’s the end of the world
It’s ended when you said goodbye
*happy piano music*
*even more lovely music*
*I love it!*
*More more!*
*:)*
*I love it!*
*enjoy!*
*sounds like from the old Mickey*
*noglastic times*
*this took a long time I hope you enjoyed!*
Beyy y’all!
POV: you were hiding in the bomb shelter, you found it a while ago. it was dusty, abandoned. You trip over a box while looking around, opening it to reveal a dusty and slightly scratched up radio, a table cloth, some candles, a old lighter, a container of whiskey. You pick the box up and set the stuff up on the creaky table in the main area of the shelter. Everything is dark and cold, everything but the lightly flickering candles and the beating of your heart. You turn on the radio and listen to the music, wondering how it got to this, wondering ⱳħɏ.. things got to this. A tear slips out of your eye, giving your face a warm contrast to the cold. You hear something in the distance of the tunnels of the bunker, coming closer.. and.. closer.. its closer with every beat of the song, light humming came out of your throat to the tune of the music, as tears fell down your face as the noise gets loud-...
(I HOPE YALL ENJOYED THISS!!)
"As I look over the desolate wastes that was once my home I shed one tear as I turn on the radio."
"We'll meet again"
that part hits hard😢
Fr.
I love it! Put it on loop, and fell asleep to it for a few hours! Ty for this wonderful playlist! 😊❤
WE MAKING IT OUT THE VAULT WITH THIS ONE 💯💯💯🗣🗣🗣🔥🔥🔥🔥
WAR NEVER CHANGES WITH THIS ONE 🔥🔥🔥🔥🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️💯💯💯💯
It's criminal howdy doody time isn't on here
this is actually heavenly on my new radio bluetooth speaker, it sounds so nice and calming
At the end of the world, there will be a world with old music from folks that have had their names forgotten, but their music never will be
He and his beloved were in the kitchen, a place where they loved to spend time, either chatting or simply listening to the tranquility that the radio offered, the news caught them by surprise but instead of getting scared, They began to dance, they promised themselves a thousand and one things to do in eternity, the radio slowly turned off while their earth was engulfed by the black hole.
POV: You're dancing on a rooftop with someone you love, and you know the world is ending but you don't care, because as long as they're with you, you can forget it all
this is perfect if i decide that my oc's lover has to go back to her actual time line if I do decide that it would be a very depresssing ending. . . .especially the we will meet again song :)
I thought i'd not know all of these because playlists like these usually sneak in a not well known song but then i remembered I grew up listening to my grandparents records
The sun rose, but not for us.
There was no earth left to shine onto, and we had no one but ourselves to blame.
Tragic, yes,
Surprising?
I almost wish...
The air sirens and the drinking broadcast voice echoes through the city as the whole place listens with bated breath. "Attention citezens. NUCLEAR BOMB INCOMING. THIS IS NOT A DRILL, REPEAT, THIS IS NOT A DRILL. SEEK SHELTER IMMEDIATELY." I listen from my shelter miles away and wait. I crank on my radio, hoping for some small semblance of comfkrt. I didn't pack anything to survive, I don't plan to. The velvety song bleeds through my ears as my gaze shots to the window beside me. The crimson sky turns blinding white as the ground shakes from the force of the bomb hitting the earth. The wave of heat Brooks my face and the glass shatters. Tears stream down my face as the music cresendoes. I smile in my last mo.ends of weakness.
Could totally use this for autumn vibes in a café as it starts getting dark
if the world ends. we should play smooth calming jazz on the radio. it would be so nice while we anticipate the world crashing and burning.
Enormous noise and crashing is to be heard in the distance, screams of loved ones and unknown ones fill the echos of these damned halls. With shaky hands and breath, a cigarette is passed around “two puff pass” a stranger says in these final moments. “Oh and..to lighten the mood, might as well try?” The radio is clicked on, an older man with frail boned skinny hands adjusts the antenna, static..static..song? “We’ll meet again, don’t know where don’t know whennnn” the screams calm down, only some soft cries are heard, “hey..who all knows this song?” Around 20 people put their hands up. “Sing with me won’t you? It’s our last day..let’s celebrate…” a hesitation to start is clear, but people soon realize it is in fact their last day, so what the hell why not, suddenly the halls seem light and more full and close, and together as an assortment of voices begin to sing, bass alto and soprano voices, soft and raspy long and round, all equally embracing, calming everyone in the room, no one notices how hot the area is, how bright it’s getting and how fast their fate is coming.
Thank you I will be using this for my Fallout based dnd campaign
Ooooo I love dnd
The first one is perfect for when the most violent scene is happening and then this could play as it all goes in slow-motion
these are all PEAK obviously, but I think "When The Lights Go On Again" would also fit really well :)
A metal version of 'The World Is Gonna End Tonight' is blasting through your radio as you're racing through a burning forest in your pickup trying to get to your bunker before crashing into a burning tree
The world is ending, you only just managed to shut the door behind you but you're not sure how much longer it's going to last as it groans under the pressure, all you have is a small blinking radio with no where to go.
6:00 OMG WAY TO MANY MEMORIES
"Where to, then?" the raven-haired girl asks.
"I'm not sure. we weren't given specific coords. Just "Sweet place" on this paper."
"Damn. he's horrible at this."
a laugh.
"You'll get used to it, trust me."
The sun sets upon a broken landscape, one full of the corpse of a once-great city. now home to renegades and creatures beyond human comprehension.
the sight of clouds gently floating by, filling an orange sky with streaks of fluffy white, makes her feel something. she doesn't know how to describe it. but it's... a beautiful, bittersweet feeling.
she's half-glad, half-frustrated her new friend can see her oogle at it. a laugh comes from the other woman.
"you like the sky, don't you...?"
"i mean, i barely ever saw it before i met you. the strongholds are all underground."
"the bunkers are called strongholds...?" the redhead chuckles.
"yeah. i dunno, fancy unique naming conventions or whatever. it's weird, but fitting."
"huh."
the sun teases the horizon as the skies slowly but surely dim, and for the first time, she sees what stars are like.
it's beautiful.
the end of the world, and this raven-haired woman still finds beauty in it.
the redhead needs to take lessons from her, she thinks.
"i didn't know what i was missing until... this."
"it's beautiful, isn't it..?"
"more than anything."
3:28 i was playing this song when my favorite pet chicken died.
Deadass heard this exact song play in fallout 4
Alastor before heading out to the final battle b/w heaven and hell:
no
@@uber3712 ??
@@seiren.9392 no
@@uber3712 pls elaborate
This has such an eerie apocalyptic vibe to it!!!!
AS the world caves in by Matt Maltese would've also been perfect
too modern
War, war never changes.
you smashed with this playlist, it's so good!
*the blue meanies started to invade the world and you turn in the radio*
Plot twist: the radio host is Cecil Gershwin Palmer
as the new race creeps over the top surface with oddly good new connection informing you about your doom you sit in your garage-like basement, take a cigar, turn on the radio, and simply wait for death. you never felt scared of death, but you are still upset about it for some reason. was it that one project? never finding true love? no. you didn't care about those things. you wonder why you didn't accept it earlier. you sit and sit and sit. you fall asleep at some point, maybe around 10:45 pm, and you don't wake up.
This playlist calms me. I wish I could have a longer version 😊❤
This is *exactly* what I was looking for!
this gives me fallout vibes and i love it
This just needs Like the wind