Songs people wrote this week, back to back. Every one of them was made in the game by somebody who wanted it heard. Pick a station and let it run.
Somebody made this Everything on this station is somebody's song, put on the air hoping a stranger would hear it. Play one to the end and that stranger is you: real listens are what the game pays artists for, and they find out at the next Payday. What a listen is worth →
Chart Topper Radio plays the songs players put on the air, back to back, for anyone to hear. It opens the moment there is a real rotation, which is a matter of days. The first record is already here.
Peak #5 He heard the monster right behind, A heavy terror for his mind. He ran so fast to get inside, A place where he could safely hide. The door was there, a wooden friend, This nightmare finally had to end. He grabbed the handle, cold as ice, But fate would not be half so nice.
Records by people who are not famous, and who made them anyway. The cover, the words and the voice on every one of these were somebody's choices.
by JP
Toddy, this one's just for you, you know who you are My feline fatty with a body like a piggy
They do not need the game, or an account, or anything at all. They press play, and the song you wrote is playing in somebody else's kitchen.
Songs get here because their artist chose to put them here, one at a time. Charts and earnings in Chart Topper are part of a game; the vocals and the artwork are AI-generated.
Write it, put it out, and it goes on the air with the rest of them.
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