Sunday, 6AM, New York City
Isaac Clarke stood elegantly at his Penthouse window, staring down at the surging streets below. In one hand he held his phone, casually scrolling through images of Ryan Gosling characters, the other hand carefully cradled a cup of tea. He would take a casual sip before stating aloud.
"Call Jeffery Silverstein." His phone, on speakerphone would begin to dial, the tone sounding once, twice, and then would pick up on the third tone.
"Yes Mr. Clarke?"
"I'm going to go ahead and purchase your company at the price you proposed, expect the paperwork on your desk within the day. My lawyers and my people will be around to take care of all the details." The man scowled, wishing he was doing something else other than this.
"Of Course Mr Clarke, and might I say it is an honor to be working with-"
"Enough pleasentries. If you have anything further to say you can say it to Mr Steele when he arrives." With that the man hung up the phone and took another sip of his tea relishing in it.
"Call Mr Steele." Once again the phone would ring, the dial tone sounding once, twice, and then would pick up.
"Isaac." The man on the voice would answer.
"Mr. Steele." Isaac would quip back. "I have just acquired Access Entertainment, please take the proper steps to merge it under our current entertainment complex."
"Yes sir, any specifics?" The man would reply.
"Axe any of their shitty Telenovelas and reality TV series. Re-up and renew all of their musical talent contracts, and for the love of god dump Mr Silverstein on his ass, pompous ass thinking I would deign to work alongside him after allowing the tabloids to run that smear piece on NOVA. Actually, find everyone responsible for that drivel and bury their careers."
"Yes sir."
"Also, instruct everyone that I am to be left along for the remainder of the day. I will not be taking any calls, meetings, or visitors."
"Yes sir."
"That will be all."
"Very well sir, enjoy your day off."
Isaac would take one last sip of his tea, striding over to his bed and setting it down on his nightstand. He would sit down, kicking off his slippers and reclining comfortably. He would grab his VR headset from its resting place on his pillow and slide the goggles on.
Yeah, it was gamer time.
...
Alexander would open his eyes to Eastern Brisshal for the first time right as the sun would crest over the horizon, bathing the warrior king in a glorious golden glow. The CEO had picked something elegant and regal, but with a sense of wilderness to it. A tall mountain of bronzed muscle with a mane of flame. Something akin to a character he'd seen on an ancient visual novel that people still simped over.
He would forge himself anew in this world and become a man worthy of respect, not for his money, but for his might and his actions. Either way, he would need to start at the bunny slopes. He'd missed his first chance to play the game during Terrasphere 1 due to a hiccup with his Electric Motor company. By the time he had free time, the game had gone offline ruining any chances of a second life. The second launch had been a blessing, and he wasn't going to squander it. He'd waited a month from the game relaunching to sniff out any funny business, making sure it wasn't some sort of VRSA honeypot before sending his goons to sniff out all of the information they could for him.
"Perfection." He found himself muttering. "Let's get this bread gamers."
He would head off down the road into Honeyhome, ready to leave his mark on the history of this world.
@Ilya
Isaac Clarke stood elegantly at his Penthouse window, staring down at the surging streets below. In one hand he held his phone, casually scrolling through images of Ryan Gosling characters, the other hand carefully cradled a cup of tea. He would take a casual sip before stating aloud.
"Call Jeffery Silverstein." His phone, on speakerphone would begin to dial, the tone sounding once, twice, and then would pick up on the third tone.
"Yes Mr. Clarke?"
"I'm going to go ahead and purchase your company at the price you proposed, expect the paperwork on your desk within the day. My lawyers and my people will be around to take care of all the details." The man scowled, wishing he was doing something else other than this.
"Of Course Mr Clarke, and might I say it is an honor to be working with-"
"Enough pleasentries. If you have anything further to say you can say it to Mr Steele when he arrives." With that the man hung up the phone and took another sip of his tea relishing in it.
"Call Mr Steele." Once again the phone would ring, the dial tone sounding once, twice, and then would pick up.
"Isaac." The man on the voice would answer.
"Mr. Steele." Isaac would quip back. "I have just acquired Access Entertainment, please take the proper steps to merge it under our current entertainment complex."
"Yes sir, any specifics?" The man would reply.
"Axe any of their shitty Telenovelas and reality TV series. Re-up and renew all of their musical talent contracts, and for the love of god dump Mr Silverstein on his ass, pompous ass thinking I would deign to work alongside him after allowing the tabloids to run that smear piece on NOVA. Actually, find everyone responsible for that drivel and bury their careers."
"Yes sir."
"Also, instruct everyone that I am to be left along for the remainder of the day. I will not be taking any calls, meetings, or visitors."
"Yes sir."
"That will be all."
"Very well sir, enjoy your day off."
Isaac would take one last sip of his tea, striding over to his bed and setting it down on his nightstand. He would sit down, kicking off his slippers and reclining comfortably. He would grab his VR headset from its resting place on his pillow and slide the goggles on.
Yeah, it was gamer time.
...
Alexander would open his eyes to Eastern Brisshal for the first time right as the sun would crest over the horizon, bathing the warrior king in a glorious golden glow. The CEO had picked something elegant and regal, but with a sense of wilderness to it. A tall mountain of bronzed muscle with a mane of flame. Something akin to a character he'd seen on an ancient visual novel that people still simped over.
He would forge himself anew in this world and become a man worthy of respect, not for his money, but for his might and his actions. Either way, he would need to start at the bunny slopes. He'd missed his first chance to play the game during Terrasphere 1 due to a hiccup with his Electric Motor company. By the time he had free time, the game had gone offline ruining any chances of a second life. The second launch had been a blessing, and he wasn't going to squander it. He'd waited a month from the game relaunching to sniff out any funny business, making sure it wasn't some sort of VRSA honeypot before sending his goons to sniff out all of the information they could for him.
"Perfection." He found himself muttering. "Let's get this bread gamers."
He would head off down the road into Honeyhome, ready to leave his mark on the history of this world.
@Ilya
