Raidin' Time By Patty the Raider Queen | Wasteland Music

“After two hundred years, you stop askin’ whether the world’s gone crazy. You just start keepin’ notes on which kind of crazy you’re dealin’ with today.” -- Patty the Raider Winter got everybody hidin'. Vaults. Bunkers. Basements. Cult caves. Everybody lockin' doors. Boardin' windows. Prayin' to gods. Prayin' to moths. Prayin' to radioactive snowstorms. Patty got different plans. Patty been busy. Patty been killin'. But now? Now it's time for somethin' important. IT'S RAIDIN' TIME! Snow fallin'! Caps callin'! Mercs hidin'! Raiders stallin'! Everybody forgot who Patty is! Time to remind 'em! IT'S RAIDIN' TIME! First stop: The Rust Vultures. Whole gang made of scrap-hoardin' lunatics. Strip a town overnight. Leave nothin' but foundations. Saw one steal a mailbox. No house. Just mailbox. Professional. Patty respect that. Then there's the Bone Choir. Crazy bunch. Paint bones white. Chant before battle. Try to sound scary. Tod Wyoming keeps makin' fun of 'em on radio. Now nobody can hear their war chants without laughin'. That is psychological warfare. RAIDIN' TIME! Raiders singin'! Raiders fightin'! Everybody claimin' they're wasteland royalty! Patty claimin' their loot! Highway Howlers. Now THESE idiots fun. Motorcycles. War trucks. Engines louder than artillery. Horns loud enough to wake Deathclaws. One drove past Patty. Didn't hear nothin' for three days. Worth it. Then we got Static Kings. Radio raiders. Steal frequencies. Hack broadcasts. Leave radios playin' after raids. Sometimes music. Sometimes threats. Sometimes Rusty Pete. Honestly? Rusty Pete probably scarier. IT'S RAIDIN' TIME! Static screamin'! Engines roarin'! Snow fallin'! Blood pourin'! Wyoming finally feelin' alive again! White Ledger Company. Mercenaries. Accountants. Worst combination ever invented. These freaks send invoices. INVOICES. Imagine gettin' shot and then receivin' paperwork. Patty hates paperwork. Patty shoot paperwork. Grave Mile Collective. Ambush specialists. Control highways. Mass graves. Sell safe passage licenses. Patty got one once. Used it to start a campfire. Still got through. Funny how that works. Then the Gear Gods. Speed freaks. Road kings. Control highways. Move fast. Stab faster. Patty actually likes these guys. Anybody who solves problems with speed and poor decisions speaks Patty's language. IT'S RAIDIN' TIME! Rust Vultures! Bone Choir! Howlers! Kings! Mercs! Road freaks! Everybody out here makin' names! Patty here to make hers bigger! IT'S RAIDIN' TIME! So if you're a raider? Patty comin'. If you're a merc? Patty comin'. If you're carryin' loot? Patty definitely comin'. And if you're wonderin' why Razorback keeps followin' Patty? Patty got theory. Razorback smart enough to know where the bodies gonna be. "RAIDIN' TIME!" "LOOTIN' TIME!" "BAD DECISION TIME!" "PATTY TIME!"