You run around performing typical survival tasks, like grabbing food and water so you don't die, as well as finding guns, ammo, medical supplies, and other gear to help you fend off any violent threat waiting to end your life.
Wolfman moved on, as all radio gypsies must, to another border blaster in a marsh by the Tijuana River, with a dead shot up to Los Angeles, and yet another emisadora muy grande.
Its 75 kW, 840 kHz transmitter practically warmed your nose when you did.
The station stocked up on some gear not normally seen at a broadcast site, such as automatic weapons and plenty of ammo.
It played plenty of friendly, folksy, country-western tunes, often live, from well-known Kansas musicians.
The Wolfman did not play anything as sissy as the Del-Vikings.