Sirens of Titan
21-12-2004, 20:00
The screens on the earth were displaying the daily routine of news bulletins, porn films, cartoons and other programmes. But today it would change, since a new wealthy corporation, Custom Made Services Inc (CMS Inc.) has bought commercial rights on some of the most prominent news channels on the planet.
We are going into the ether in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...
The eyes of the world looked at the screen and waited.
Eh? Is it working? Testing... Hello?
The man behind the desk tapped his microphone creating a high, toneless sound. There was some cursing in the background and more shouting. The camera turned black and after a few moments the screen was back on the man behind the desk.
Oh damn... Excuse me... A voice from behind yelled: We bought one and a half hour of commercial space, it took us a fortune so make it count!
The image blurred a bit and then it became more sharpened and focussed again on the man behind the desk.
Dear viewers. Welcome to this commercial of the newly established Custom Made Services corporation. We are quite new in this profession but not unable to maintain the most highest quality of services we can offer our respected future clients. Now, what can we offer you? Everything. Whatever you desire, require or demand we can fulfill your wishes. We can also provide you with other services, such as acquiring objects, giving advice and healing you of... Whichever disease you are suffering of.
We have corporate offices in most of the major cities on the planet, which everybody is free to visit twenty four hours a day, seven days a week.
More commercial time was spent on bombastic promotion of the CMS company with lavish promises of great pleasure, forture and happiness. The offices were shown too, expensive marble and lots of art in a stylish modern design.
Thank you for watching this infomercial, this might change your life. And remember: Ever wanted to buy something you couldn't get hold of? Ever wanted to have something your neighbour hasn't? Well don't waste your time call CMS now! And our apologies for the lacking start of this infomercial, we are still moving and working to set up our studios.
Thank you.
The power was cut and transmission stopped. From the shades an older man came walking to the man who lighted a cigarette and stood up from his desk. The hall was cloaked in pitchblack darkness, only a small red haze of light marked the emergency exits.
Mr Aldebaran, it's good to see your acting talents haven't faded over the years. The show you gave away was fun to watch, you're such a giften liar.
George Costinack, you old swindler. I knew all along you were behind this scam. What are you gonna do now to those poor rich sobs? Trying to bribe them? Or keeping them hostage for a few billion?
Nah mate I already done that in the past. I got a fat order from... An unnamed constituent who gave us money. Lots of money to pull this off.
And what is...? What are you going to do? It's not that the payment isn't good no, I am quite pleased with the sum you added to my bankaccount. I am confident it doesn't end with that?
Correct, but this isn't like a bombing. Some very ingenious thugs have worked on this one, believe you me mate.
Ah ok. As long as I don't get shot I'm fine with everything. I just like the idea of earning money as water.
Damn right. Well I must go now, the "CEO" of CMS wants to see me. He's a representative figure, up to the job. He's going to throw a party to celebrate the grand opening of CMS Inc. We'll be inviting every possible kind of government, we need to make no distinction between communist or capitalist. The invitations are being printed at the moment, they'll be done tomorrow.
Good, well I'll catch you later.
The two men each departed the room in a seperate emergency exit. The next day would be trilling, since the existence of CMS would go public.
Okay, have we got everything checked? We are a legitimate corporation under the cover of our region Vorlon, our bankaccounts are locked away safely in Switzerland, all links to the Secret Society have been wiped out and every possible leaker executed. If they are going to perform an in-dept search on us, and they will, they'll find links to an anti-cancer & heart disease fund which we contacted to research new methods of treatment for us. A special banking corporation to store ancient artefacts and other antiquities, our Swiss bankaccounts and some small foundations with to collect money for charity. None of them have ever had a relation with several... people. We all know who. If they are going to run through our phonebills they'll come up blanc as nothing incriminating is found there, our history of internet traffic is as clean as a virgin, our postal orders and other mailings are also not interesting and our personnel has no criminal record whatsoever.
Sounds swell.
It does doesn't it? Here's the telegram.
TELEGRAM TO ALL WORLD LEADERS
You are hereby invited to the grand opening of Custom Made Services, the company catering to ALL your needs. A more personal invitation is due to arrive on your desk in a few days. This document will give you (and your familiy) access to the most prestigious new corporation on the globe.
If you have questions feel free to dial our number and ask one of our employees. Twentyfour hours a day, seven days a week. We are ready to satisfy your needs.
END.
OOC: The only other nation I use is Guffingford so quit using PUPPETWANKER as an excuse not to roleplay with me. Seriously I haven't even touched HP for a full 2 months as an active roleplay nation so don't give me that. If you want to know why I'm more active you can TG me. Why anyone would want to know the whole story is beyond me.
We are going into the ether in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...
The eyes of the world looked at the screen and waited.
Eh? Is it working? Testing... Hello?
The man behind the desk tapped his microphone creating a high, toneless sound. There was some cursing in the background and more shouting. The camera turned black and after a few moments the screen was back on the man behind the desk.
Oh damn... Excuse me... A voice from behind yelled: We bought one and a half hour of commercial space, it took us a fortune so make it count!
The image blurred a bit and then it became more sharpened and focussed again on the man behind the desk.
Dear viewers. Welcome to this commercial of the newly established Custom Made Services corporation. We are quite new in this profession but not unable to maintain the most highest quality of services we can offer our respected future clients. Now, what can we offer you? Everything. Whatever you desire, require or demand we can fulfill your wishes. We can also provide you with other services, such as acquiring objects, giving advice and healing you of... Whichever disease you are suffering of.
We have corporate offices in most of the major cities on the planet, which everybody is free to visit twenty four hours a day, seven days a week.
More commercial time was spent on bombastic promotion of the CMS company with lavish promises of great pleasure, forture and happiness. The offices were shown too, expensive marble and lots of art in a stylish modern design.
Thank you for watching this infomercial, this might change your life. And remember: Ever wanted to buy something you couldn't get hold of? Ever wanted to have something your neighbour hasn't? Well don't waste your time call CMS now! And our apologies for the lacking start of this infomercial, we are still moving and working to set up our studios.
Thank you.
The power was cut and transmission stopped. From the shades an older man came walking to the man who lighted a cigarette and stood up from his desk. The hall was cloaked in pitchblack darkness, only a small red haze of light marked the emergency exits.
Mr Aldebaran, it's good to see your acting talents haven't faded over the years. The show you gave away was fun to watch, you're such a giften liar.
George Costinack, you old swindler. I knew all along you were behind this scam. What are you gonna do now to those poor rich sobs? Trying to bribe them? Or keeping them hostage for a few billion?
Nah mate I already done that in the past. I got a fat order from... An unnamed constituent who gave us money. Lots of money to pull this off.
And what is...? What are you going to do? It's not that the payment isn't good no, I am quite pleased with the sum you added to my bankaccount. I am confident it doesn't end with that?
Correct, but this isn't like a bombing. Some very ingenious thugs have worked on this one, believe you me mate.
Ah ok. As long as I don't get shot I'm fine with everything. I just like the idea of earning money as water.
Damn right. Well I must go now, the "CEO" of CMS wants to see me. He's a representative figure, up to the job. He's going to throw a party to celebrate the grand opening of CMS Inc. We'll be inviting every possible kind of government, we need to make no distinction between communist or capitalist. The invitations are being printed at the moment, they'll be done tomorrow.
Good, well I'll catch you later.
The two men each departed the room in a seperate emergency exit. The next day would be trilling, since the existence of CMS would go public.
Okay, have we got everything checked? We are a legitimate corporation under the cover of our region Vorlon, our bankaccounts are locked away safely in Switzerland, all links to the Secret Society have been wiped out and every possible leaker executed. If they are going to perform an in-dept search on us, and they will, they'll find links to an anti-cancer & heart disease fund which we contacted to research new methods of treatment for us. A special banking corporation to store ancient artefacts and other antiquities, our Swiss bankaccounts and some small foundations with to collect money for charity. None of them have ever had a relation with several... people. We all know who. If they are going to run through our phonebills they'll come up blanc as nothing incriminating is found there, our history of internet traffic is as clean as a virgin, our postal orders and other mailings are also not interesting and our personnel has no criminal record whatsoever.
Sounds swell.
It does doesn't it? Here's the telegram.
TELEGRAM TO ALL WORLD LEADERS
You are hereby invited to the grand opening of Custom Made Services, the company catering to ALL your needs. A more personal invitation is due to arrive on your desk in a few days. This document will give you (and your familiy) access to the most prestigious new corporation on the globe.
If you have questions feel free to dial our number and ask one of our employees. Twentyfour hours a day, seven days a week. We are ready to satisfy your needs.
END.
OOC: The only other nation I use is Guffingford so quit using PUPPETWANKER as an excuse not to roleplay with me. Seriously I haven't even touched HP for a full 2 months as an active roleplay nation so don't give me that. If you want to know why I'm more active you can TG me. Why anyone would want to know the whole story is beyond me.