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Post by Biblically Accurate Angel on Jan 18, 2018 11:31:19 GMT -5
OPERATION: 3WSRCRIME
Plot: As other games and stories become more popular than 3WSR, a disillusioned Toz tries to figure out what is going on, and thus meets a man named Eyes. Eyes ensnares Toz into a scheme of his, involving hacking and destruction and an inflation of 3WSR popularity. But Toz isn't the only one working for this system - a man named TGC is too, and somehow they fall for each other. Eyes realizes, however, that TGC is a risk, and Toz must make a terrifying decision... Meanwhile, two policemen named Tug and Frank are on the search for the game destructors.... who will win in the end?
Let's find out.
NURSE walks into room. An unconscious TOZ is lying on the bed.
NURSE: Damn! He's out again.
She gives him a shot of something which after a few minutes revives him. EGS comics, printed from the internet, lie on the floor. NURSE nearly slips on one.
NURSE: God!
Exit NURSE.
TOZ is left alone. Slowly something comes back to him. Then...
TOZ: I remember now...
Flashbacks fill his mind - cue ACT 1.
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Post by Toz76 on Aug 23, 2018 23:44:04 GMT -5
New York City, 20XX.
TOZ, wearing a bowler hat and trench coat and smoking an oversize cigar, walks through the street, trying to evoke a film noir style. The fact that his long blonde hair billows out under the hat, and that it's 90 degrees and sunny, ruin the impression.
TOZ extinguishes the cigar as he enters a building, revealing a large waiting room with a marble desk at one end. TOZ strides to the desk, his shoes beating out a rhythmic pattern on the floor.
Toz: I have an appointment with a Mr. Hive?
Receptionist: He's waiting for you.
TOZ is lead to an elevator. An elevator muzak version of the 3WSR sitcom plays as TOZ waits. As the elevator doors open, a robotic female voice says "Thirty-first floor".
TOZ marches down a hallway and pushes open a door to reveal a spacious corner office. A fake potted plant droops next to an empty bookshelf. Behind a desk, MISTER HIVE, a young Korean man, stands up from behind his two screens and shakes hands with TOZ.
Hive: Pleasure to meet you, Mister... Zeno, was it?"
Toz: Yes. I was wondering if you'd reconsider your decision?
Hive: I'm sorry, but it simply isn't a viable business decision. Your forum, cute as it is, is too small and stagnant to be a worthwhile investment.
Toz: I see.
Hive: Cultivate an audience, start making some money, and then we'll talk.
Toz: I can't cultivate an audience without advertising, and HiveGlobe has the best ad-hosting service in the business.
Hive: I appreciate the compliment, but there are other ways to grow an audience. You'll get there.
As we zoom in on TOZ's dejected face, we cut to the same expression on his face at a run-down bar, downing his third beer.
Bartender: Hey, I forgot to card you. Can I see your ID?
TOZ slides his license over.
Bartender: The hell? You're not even 18! Get out!
A cool, unfamiliar voice behind TOZ speaks up. "Calm down, bartender. He's with me."
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