Channel Channels Overload of Death Threats

Ethan Switch - Friday, 15 August 2003 - 12:37:42 - print it raw

A few months ago, in the lead up to the final episode of UK drama Cold Feet, the station that had bought the rights, ATN-7, decided on giving away the essentiality of the final story by way of prime time commercials. Audience and viewer reaction was caustic and acidic to consider the least. Few wondered what the reasoning was behind the casual reveal of a major story line, but recent moves by the station have made the action pale in comparison and perhaps to the point of a skeletal haunt.

Despite knowing full well of the outcome and indeed the victim of the final episode of Cold Feet, viewers still flocked to the screen in a send off.

Taking note of this the station have now chosen to announce that with every new episode of a drama series, a major character would either face death or a serious accident leading straight into the mighty jaws of life after death. The move from programming comes as a repositioning of the beliefs of the public who felt cheated and hurt in knowing a surprise and unexpected death while watching the news.

It's hoped that by flooding the airwaves with false truths and disinformation, the respectability and standing of the station will eventually come to shine through once again.

 

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