The Resi Corporation
06-06-2008, 09:12
(OOC: SIGNUPS ARE HERE:
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=13747346 )
Open any ResiCorp tourism brochure and you will see sunny beaches, bustling cities, tropical birds, and the kinds of colorful and fruity drinks that women love and that make men question each other's sexuality. Yes, the outside world thought of the Caldonian isles as a tropical paradise, and given the right season it was a fitting image, a pristine image - but for two months out of the year, the sky above the peaceful islands clouds, and a blanket of white drifts over the land. It would be folly to believe that the world's capitalist crown jewel would hold anything other than the grandest Christmas celebrations, and for centuries the sky above has conspired with the jovial corporate fat-cats, and gifted the Resian citizens with a white Christmas.
At the rate the snow was coming in, this year would be no different.
A lone black limo trickled through the iced-black streets, heated by coils underneath their surface. Pulling through the grey-brown snow by the curbside, it came to a stop near a largish office building, protruding from the town around it like an ominous spire. The town itself was an old one - one of the oldest in the nation, dotted with rustic huts around its mostly abandoned parameter. At the center of town where the tower stood was its mechanized heart, the equal of any other city in the corporation. This was the city of Melsi, just south along the coast of the Caldonian bay from Resi City, the world-famous capital of the Resi Corporation. For years it was the town that technology forgot, until CEO Jai Resi's watchful eye turned upon it, and it was made clear that it would progress or find itself sunken into the sea.
Jai wasn't known for subtlety, and yet here he was, quietly attending business in Melsi, expensive fur muffler tight around his mouth under an expensive fur hat that went quite well with his expensive fur coat and matching, yet somewhat not as expensive, fur boots, all designed to blot out the cold night air. He and his company exited the limo, rubbing their hands together for warmth in a most degrading way, all of whom were quite upset about having to do so. It was a travesty, they thought, that they couldn't just pay some poor filth to walk alongside them, blowing hot breath on their cold hands.
Even the blind capitalism of the corporation has its limits.
The door was guarded by a small number of robots - two or four, at most, though there were several ominous piles of snow scattered about that clearly contained something human-sized. These were brand new robots, brought fresh out of the factories in Caledon, their serial numbers printed proud on their sides. Through the small amounts of snow piled on their heads and limbs Jai could make out that their numbers were in the double digits - very nearly the first of the first.
Looking the nearest robot up and down, Jai decided to test this mechanical soldier, to see if it could hold its own with a human.
"Robot, come with me," he spoke, cold as the breeze. Jai was usually a man of words, a sanguine individual, but the weather disheartened him. He often liked to accost the older model robots with dirty jokes and the filthier parts of human biology to try and gauge a response, much to the disgust of his assistants and daughter, but he didn't feel up for it at the moment.
Perhaps later, he thought, after one or five hot cocoas that I've Irished up.
The robot, doing its best impression of Jai sizing it up on Jai himself, jerked its head softly up and down.
"Okey dokey, sir," it said, cheerfully.
And just like that, Jai's mind did a double back-flip somersault into the uncanny valley.
Jai and company stepped inside, the exuberant, yet armed, robot in their wake, and stripped off every article of clothing made from the hides of dead furry woodland creatures to reveal business suits, as was their wont.
"Gentlemen," Jai mumbled, adjusting his tie and self-consciously sexy-ing up his hair, "You are dismissed, I'll see you in the morning."
He turned to the robot, sharply, "Tin can?"
"Yes, my well-groomed overlord?" the robot burbled excitedly.
"Come. I've got a certain young lady to meet and I want you as assurance she doesn't throw anything at me."
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The view near the top of the tower was beautiful. The city lights glistened like diamonds amongst a sea of soft white, with the intricate black veins of heated streets running between the buildings.
From her flat, Sara Resi looked out with that special feeling of ennui relegated to the forgotten children of the rich and famous. She loved this place in the winter, it felt so isolated even though it was the Corporation's most popular winter tourist destination. This was why she came here in the first place.
That, and Jai hated it. But as he tried hard to be a dutiful father he felt that he had to at least be in the same zip code as his daughter, when not attending to some important business, and so if she went, so did he.
Serves him right, she thought with a smile, turning away from the view to look at herself in her dresser mirror. She deftly applied lipstick, brushed her mascara, added trace amounts of eyeshadow and blush. A moment or two ago she had saw his limo arrive and wanted herself sufficiently tarted up before he saw her, which was invariably what he was going to do. This wasn't for any strange, reverse Oedipal complex, but only to give him doubts about how he raised his daughter to fester in the back of his mind.
Slipping on a skimpy black cocktail dress she had bought using his account, she brushed back her waist-long brown hair and threw on a thick, yet slightly revealing down the front, faux-fur jacket. Sara knew he couldn't stand the stuff, and was slightly revolted that she would stoop below the genuine article.
No one could accuse Sara Resi of having a complex set of motivations, but she stuck by them. Especially when they involved pissing off Jai.
With a soft 'ding' and a slight whir of gears, the elevator door slid open and Jai and his pet Tin Can emerged into a hallway of wood panel and gold trim. A few deft steps and a few robotic plods later, Jai knocked smartly on the door at the end of the hall, behind which Sara graciously took her time answering.
After about ten minutes, Jai taking care to have the robot knock every minute on the minute, the door cracked open. From the other side, a single, blue eye peered through the gap up at Jai and his mechanical cohort.
"What do you want?" the owner of the eye said in an unladylike grunt.
"Just to make sure my daughter is among the living, is all," Jai smiled through his perpetual disappointment, "I'm still not convinced. Why aren't you opening the door? Are you a zombie? Have you been hanging out with the zombie kids at school? You have to tell me if you're a zombie, you know. That's the kind of thing daughters tell their fathers."
Sara let out a deep, pronounced sigh, and staved off the urge momentarily to eat her father's brains, just to show him what's what.
"God," she murmured, her exposed eye drifting downward, "Why can't you be normal?"
"Let's see," Jai replied, striking a ponderous pose that was greatly overacted, "You're talking to your father who happens to run one of the largest corporations on the face of this world and yet still manages to make time for his daughter."
"And he's standing next to a robot!" Tin Can added, with a voice filled with ecstasy.
"And what he... it, said," Jai muttered, "Now open up."
Sara groaned inwardly, relented, and began to open the door. Before she could, however, the robot preempted her and knocked once more.
"You're supposed to stop knocking every minute on the minute after she answers," Jai said, with a majestic facepalm.
Sara Resi's suite was fitting of her stature, to say the least, and even Jai was impressed. The floor was cut from solid marble, as were the stairs throughout her quarters. The walls were wood panel with gold trim, like the hallways, and held a few of the lesser paintings of some of the Resi Corporation's finest state-sponsored artists, each depicting a snowy cityscape. A fire was burning in the ornate fireplace next to the jacuzzi, which was itself cut from granite that had authentic fish fossils embedded naturally in its polished surface.
Jai explored the rest of the room, which continued in this fashion, and finally had his fill.
"Are you sure you don't want to trade?" he asked, half-jokingly, "I mean, the heart-shaped bed is a bit on the emasculating side, but I'm not expecting company."
"Ugh," Sara spat, curling her hair, "No. I don't want to risk that your whore shows up and filthies my sheets."
With a suddenness only seen when a freight train hits a lone deer grazing on the tracks, all the joviality faded from Jai in a metaphorical shower of blood and deer guts.
"Whoring is illegal in the corporation!" Tin Can piped up, still absolutely elated to be talking about prostitutes, "Designate Number 1 Jai Resi would never participate in such an act!"
"I suppose she goes by Claire, then," said Sara, her hair now a delicate mass of rollers, "Which I guess is a better name than 'the whore that wants to play mommy'."
A vein bulged noticeably on Jai's forehead - he always showed his age when he was angry, doubly so now. He had a sullen look in his eyes reminiscent of his father, and when he spoke, his words breathed fire.
"So you're going to be a brat now, are you? Fine. That's your choice. But I'm your father and I get to make choices of my own. TIN CAN."
"YES!" squeeked the robot in equal parts fear and jubilation.
"You will escort and protect my daughter tonight where ever she may go. You will NOT let her out of your sight until the next time we meet. If that means watching her while she sleeps, so be it. Is this clear?"
"Yes!" beeped the robot.
"NO!" yelled Sara Resi.
"Too bad," said Jai.
Leaving the room, the robot, and his daughter, Jai said his goodbyes without turning to face them.
"Have a fun night, be safe, and for God's sakes, robot, try not to kill anyone."
"I'll do my best!" churped Tin Can.
"Oh, and Sara?" Jai picked up, "Her name is Claire Tanara. She is my secretary and close friend. She is not my whore, and she is not trying to be your mother. I was going to let you be a big girl and trust that you'd blend in and keep your head down while you were out on the town, but it's obvious you haven't matured enough. I hope this experience builds some character."
And with that, the door shut.
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"Where should we go first?" asked the robot in a parody of Sara Resi's voice. It obviously thought this was a good ploy to win her trust and affections, but as usual, was wrong.
"'We' are not going anywhere," Sara breathed into the chilly air, hailing a cab, "I'm getting inside this cab and going downtown. You are staying out."
"As you wish, ma'am!" Tin Can barked, taking a seat on the curb.
A rather nice cab pulled up, the kind that catered mostly to tourist clientèle and expected large tips from heavy drinkers, but was still smart enough to know that someone who could afford to lug around their own robot was clearly worth picking up.
Rolling down the window, expensive incense that gave the cab a warm, welcoming smell billowed out of the window. The cabbie, tanned as Sara's arm bag, stuck his head out into the cold.
"Where to, Miss?"
"Downtown," Sara replied, "and step on it before this robot gets any bright ideas about coming with.
It was only after getting halfway there that she noticed Tin Can was sitting on the trunk.
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In a darkened, abandoned building on the rustic outskirts of town, trouble was brewing. With technology salvaged and stolen, a movie was being played on one of the walls in a repeating loop - a gruesome, terrible movie that many on the internet had dubbed "pretty damn funny".
It had no sound, and was filmed inside a darkened tube, in night vision. A live and very confused monkey was looking around, trying to figure out exactly where it was. It scratched at the walls, pawed the ceiling of the tube, jumped up and down on the floor, grunted little silent monkey grunts. It was afraid. It had no knowledge in its monkey brain of how to deal with this sort of thing. Were it presented with a banana it would know exactly how to deal with it, but this scenario was entirely out of its realm of knowledge.
The monkey stiffened, it bristled. It grabbed at its little monkey arms, and its little monkey legs, seemingly stiffening up more and more. Then, like it was hit by a thunderbolt, it began to scream silent little monkey screams. The monkey was in pain. The monkey was dying.
Then, it stopped moving. It didn't fall over, lie down, or collapse, it just froze up. Its little monkey hands were raised to the top of the chamber, its little monkey eyes were open, its little monkey mouth was agape with silent screams... the first few times through the video people thought that this was the end, and that it had paused.
But then, the unthinkable happened. In an instant, the monkey exploded into a million shards of shattered, frozen little monkey.
The hushed crowd watched it again, and again, and again, in absolute silence, waiting for something.
Finally, the loop ended. The room stayed dark, the crowd, unusual for a large group of people their age, was quiet as the grave.
"You watched that video..." came a young female voice, crisp and clean over a hidden speaker system, "Twenty-five times. Twenty-five. Once for every ten innocent primates killed in this way. Deep under the crust of Granis mountain, hidden beneath the town of Sky's Bottom, the corporation," she spat, with hate and ire in her voice, "has built a Large Hadron Collider to bend and break our laws of physics. And what do they do with it once they've made it? They get drunk, buy up a bunch of monkeys on the taxpayer's dime, and dump them one at a time into the Collider. Each and every one of them met the same fate.
"EACH AND EVERY ONE."
The crowd murmured. Onto the stage where the video was playing emerged a unmistakably female figure, most likely in her early 20's, holding a microphone. Most people in the audience thought there was something a little... off about her face in the dim light. Those close to the stage considered that this probably had to do with the rubber monkey mask she appeared to be wearing.
"This," she continued, gesticulating wildly, "Was done for NO REASON. It was pure evil. The corporation MUST. BE. STOPPED."
For the first time, cheers. Pure, angry, enraged cheers.
"They like watching monkeys explode, do they?" she screamed at the cheering crowd, "They like destroying our living, breathing, thinking, loving next of kin, DO THEY?! WE'LL GIVE THEM SOME EXPLODING MONKEYS OF OUR OWN!"
With this, she violently hoisted a plush monkey toy high above her head, in the hand not wielding the microphone like some sort of medieval mace.
"Tonight!" the speaker yelled, "Tonight will be a night to remember! Tonight we bring the corporation to its knees!"
"TONIGHT!" the speaker shrieked again, with increased fervor, "We kill Sara Resi!"
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=13747346 )
Open any ResiCorp tourism brochure and you will see sunny beaches, bustling cities, tropical birds, and the kinds of colorful and fruity drinks that women love and that make men question each other's sexuality. Yes, the outside world thought of the Caldonian isles as a tropical paradise, and given the right season it was a fitting image, a pristine image - but for two months out of the year, the sky above the peaceful islands clouds, and a blanket of white drifts over the land. It would be folly to believe that the world's capitalist crown jewel would hold anything other than the grandest Christmas celebrations, and for centuries the sky above has conspired with the jovial corporate fat-cats, and gifted the Resian citizens with a white Christmas.
At the rate the snow was coming in, this year would be no different.
A lone black limo trickled through the iced-black streets, heated by coils underneath their surface. Pulling through the grey-brown snow by the curbside, it came to a stop near a largish office building, protruding from the town around it like an ominous spire. The town itself was an old one - one of the oldest in the nation, dotted with rustic huts around its mostly abandoned parameter. At the center of town where the tower stood was its mechanized heart, the equal of any other city in the corporation. This was the city of Melsi, just south along the coast of the Caldonian bay from Resi City, the world-famous capital of the Resi Corporation. For years it was the town that technology forgot, until CEO Jai Resi's watchful eye turned upon it, and it was made clear that it would progress or find itself sunken into the sea.
Jai wasn't known for subtlety, and yet here he was, quietly attending business in Melsi, expensive fur muffler tight around his mouth under an expensive fur hat that went quite well with his expensive fur coat and matching, yet somewhat not as expensive, fur boots, all designed to blot out the cold night air. He and his company exited the limo, rubbing their hands together for warmth in a most degrading way, all of whom were quite upset about having to do so. It was a travesty, they thought, that they couldn't just pay some poor filth to walk alongside them, blowing hot breath on their cold hands.
Even the blind capitalism of the corporation has its limits.
The door was guarded by a small number of robots - two or four, at most, though there were several ominous piles of snow scattered about that clearly contained something human-sized. These were brand new robots, brought fresh out of the factories in Caledon, their serial numbers printed proud on their sides. Through the small amounts of snow piled on their heads and limbs Jai could make out that their numbers were in the double digits - very nearly the first of the first.
Looking the nearest robot up and down, Jai decided to test this mechanical soldier, to see if it could hold its own with a human.
"Robot, come with me," he spoke, cold as the breeze. Jai was usually a man of words, a sanguine individual, but the weather disheartened him. He often liked to accost the older model robots with dirty jokes and the filthier parts of human biology to try and gauge a response, much to the disgust of his assistants and daughter, but he didn't feel up for it at the moment.
Perhaps later, he thought, after one or five hot cocoas that I've Irished up.
The robot, doing its best impression of Jai sizing it up on Jai himself, jerked its head softly up and down.
"Okey dokey, sir," it said, cheerfully.
And just like that, Jai's mind did a double back-flip somersault into the uncanny valley.
Jai and company stepped inside, the exuberant, yet armed, robot in their wake, and stripped off every article of clothing made from the hides of dead furry woodland creatures to reveal business suits, as was their wont.
"Gentlemen," Jai mumbled, adjusting his tie and self-consciously sexy-ing up his hair, "You are dismissed, I'll see you in the morning."
He turned to the robot, sharply, "Tin can?"
"Yes, my well-groomed overlord?" the robot burbled excitedly.
"Come. I've got a certain young lady to meet and I want you as assurance she doesn't throw anything at me."
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The view near the top of the tower was beautiful. The city lights glistened like diamonds amongst a sea of soft white, with the intricate black veins of heated streets running between the buildings.
From her flat, Sara Resi looked out with that special feeling of ennui relegated to the forgotten children of the rich and famous. She loved this place in the winter, it felt so isolated even though it was the Corporation's most popular winter tourist destination. This was why she came here in the first place.
That, and Jai hated it. But as he tried hard to be a dutiful father he felt that he had to at least be in the same zip code as his daughter, when not attending to some important business, and so if she went, so did he.
Serves him right, she thought with a smile, turning away from the view to look at herself in her dresser mirror. She deftly applied lipstick, brushed her mascara, added trace amounts of eyeshadow and blush. A moment or two ago she had saw his limo arrive and wanted herself sufficiently tarted up before he saw her, which was invariably what he was going to do. This wasn't for any strange, reverse Oedipal complex, but only to give him doubts about how he raised his daughter to fester in the back of his mind.
Slipping on a skimpy black cocktail dress she had bought using his account, she brushed back her waist-long brown hair and threw on a thick, yet slightly revealing down the front, faux-fur jacket. Sara knew he couldn't stand the stuff, and was slightly revolted that she would stoop below the genuine article.
No one could accuse Sara Resi of having a complex set of motivations, but she stuck by them. Especially when they involved pissing off Jai.
With a soft 'ding' and a slight whir of gears, the elevator door slid open and Jai and his pet Tin Can emerged into a hallway of wood panel and gold trim. A few deft steps and a few robotic plods later, Jai knocked smartly on the door at the end of the hall, behind which Sara graciously took her time answering.
After about ten minutes, Jai taking care to have the robot knock every minute on the minute, the door cracked open. From the other side, a single, blue eye peered through the gap up at Jai and his mechanical cohort.
"What do you want?" the owner of the eye said in an unladylike grunt.
"Just to make sure my daughter is among the living, is all," Jai smiled through his perpetual disappointment, "I'm still not convinced. Why aren't you opening the door? Are you a zombie? Have you been hanging out with the zombie kids at school? You have to tell me if you're a zombie, you know. That's the kind of thing daughters tell their fathers."
Sara let out a deep, pronounced sigh, and staved off the urge momentarily to eat her father's brains, just to show him what's what.
"God," she murmured, her exposed eye drifting downward, "Why can't you be normal?"
"Let's see," Jai replied, striking a ponderous pose that was greatly overacted, "You're talking to your father who happens to run one of the largest corporations on the face of this world and yet still manages to make time for his daughter."
"And he's standing next to a robot!" Tin Can added, with a voice filled with ecstasy.
"And what he... it, said," Jai muttered, "Now open up."
Sara groaned inwardly, relented, and began to open the door. Before she could, however, the robot preempted her and knocked once more.
"You're supposed to stop knocking every minute on the minute after she answers," Jai said, with a majestic facepalm.
Sara Resi's suite was fitting of her stature, to say the least, and even Jai was impressed. The floor was cut from solid marble, as were the stairs throughout her quarters. The walls were wood panel with gold trim, like the hallways, and held a few of the lesser paintings of some of the Resi Corporation's finest state-sponsored artists, each depicting a snowy cityscape. A fire was burning in the ornate fireplace next to the jacuzzi, which was itself cut from granite that had authentic fish fossils embedded naturally in its polished surface.
Jai explored the rest of the room, which continued in this fashion, and finally had his fill.
"Are you sure you don't want to trade?" he asked, half-jokingly, "I mean, the heart-shaped bed is a bit on the emasculating side, but I'm not expecting company."
"Ugh," Sara spat, curling her hair, "No. I don't want to risk that your whore shows up and filthies my sheets."
With a suddenness only seen when a freight train hits a lone deer grazing on the tracks, all the joviality faded from Jai in a metaphorical shower of blood and deer guts.
"Whoring is illegal in the corporation!" Tin Can piped up, still absolutely elated to be talking about prostitutes, "Designate Number 1 Jai Resi would never participate in such an act!"
"I suppose she goes by Claire, then," said Sara, her hair now a delicate mass of rollers, "Which I guess is a better name than 'the whore that wants to play mommy'."
A vein bulged noticeably on Jai's forehead - he always showed his age when he was angry, doubly so now. He had a sullen look in his eyes reminiscent of his father, and when he spoke, his words breathed fire.
"So you're going to be a brat now, are you? Fine. That's your choice. But I'm your father and I get to make choices of my own. TIN CAN."
"YES!" squeeked the robot in equal parts fear and jubilation.
"You will escort and protect my daughter tonight where ever she may go. You will NOT let her out of your sight until the next time we meet. If that means watching her while she sleeps, so be it. Is this clear?"
"Yes!" beeped the robot.
"NO!" yelled Sara Resi.
"Too bad," said Jai.
Leaving the room, the robot, and his daughter, Jai said his goodbyes without turning to face them.
"Have a fun night, be safe, and for God's sakes, robot, try not to kill anyone."
"I'll do my best!" churped Tin Can.
"Oh, and Sara?" Jai picked up, "Her name is Claire Tanara. She is my secretary and close friend. She is not my whore, and she is not trying to be your mother. I was going to let you be a big girl and trust that you'd blend in and keep your head down while you were out on the town, but it's obvious you haven't matured enough. I hope this experience builds some character."
And with that, the door shut.
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"Where should we go first?" asked the robot in a parody of Sara Resi's voice. It obviously thought this was a good ploy to win her trust and affections, but as usual, was wrong.
"'We' are not going anywhere," Sara breathed into the chilly air, hailing a cab, "I'm getting inside this cab and going downtown. You are staying out."
"As you wish, ma'am!" Tin Can barked, taking a seat on the curb.
A rather nice cab pulled up, the kind that catered mostly to tourist clientèle and expected large tips from heavy drinkers, but was still smart enough to know that someone who could afford to lug around their own robot was clearly worth picking up.
Rolling down the window, expensive incense that gave the cab a warm, welcoming smell billowed out of the window. The cabbie, tanned as Sara's arm bag, stuck his head out into the cold.
"Where to, Miss?"
"Downtown," Sara replied, "and step on it before this robot gets any bright ideas about coming with.
It was only after getting halfway there that she noticed Tin Can was sitting on the trunk.
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In a darkened, abandoned building on the rustic outskirts of town, trouble was brewing. With technology salvaged and stolen, a movie was being played on one of the walls in a repeating loop - a gruesome, terrible movie that many on the internet had dubbed "pretty damn funny".
It had no sound, and was filmed inside a darkened tube, in night vision. A live and very confused monkey was looking around, trying to figure out exactly where it was. It scratched at the walls, pawed the ceiling of the tube, jumped up and down on the floor, grunted little silent monkey grunts. It was afraid. It had no knowledge in its monkey brain of how to deal with this sort of thing. Were it presented with a banana it would know exactly how to deal with it, but this scenario was entirely out of its realm of knowledge.
The monkey stiffened, it bristled. It grabbed at its little monkey arms, and its little monkey legs, seemingly stiffening up more and more. Then, like it was hit by a thunderbolt, it began to scream silent little monkey screams. The monkey was in pain. The monkey was dying.
Then, it stopped moving. It didn't fall over, lie down, or collapse, it just froze up. Its little monkey hands were raised to the top of the chamber, its little monkey eyes were open, its little monkey mouth was agape with silent screams... the first few times through the video people thought that this was the end, and that it had paused.
But then, the unthinkable happened. In an instant, the monkey exploded into a million shards of shattered, frozen little monkey.
The hushed crowd watched it again, and again, and again, in absolute silence, waiting for something.
Finally, the loop ended. The room stayed dark, the crowd, unusual for a large group of people their age, was quiet as the grave.
"You watched that video..." came a young female voice, crisp and clean over a hidden speaker system, "Twenty-five times. Twenty-five. Once for every ten innocent primates killed in this way. Deep under the crust of Granis mountain, hidden beneath the town of Sky's Bottom, the corporation," she spat, with hate and ire in her voice, "has built a Large Hadron Collider to bend and break our laws of physics. And what do they do with it once they've made it? They get drunk, buy up a bunch of monkeys on the taxpayer's dime, and dump them one at a time into the Collider. Each and every one of them met the same fate.
"EACH AND EVERY ONE."
The crowd murmured. Onto the stage where the video was playing emerged a unmistakably female figure, most likely in her early 20's, holding a microphone. Most people in the audience thought there was something a little... off about her face in the dim light. Those close to the stage considered that this probably had to do with the rubber monkey mask she appeared to be wearing.
"This," she continued, gesticulating wildly, "Was done for NO REASON. It was pure evil. The corporation MUST. BE. STOPPED."
For the first time, cheers. Pure, angry, enraged cheers.
"They like watching monkeys explode, do they?" she screamed at the cheering crowd, "They like destroying our living, breathing, thinking, loving next of kin, DO THEY?! WE'LL GIVE THEM SOME EXPLODING MONKEYS OF OUR OWN!"
With this, she violently hoisted a plush monkey toy high above her head, in the hand not wielding the microphone like some sort of medieval mace.
"Tonight!" the speaker yelled, "Tonight will be a night to remember! Tonight we bring the corporation to its knees!"
"TONIGHT!" the speaker shrieked again, with increased fervor, "We kill Sara Resi!"