Post by The Madman Of Zaun on Sept 3, 2013 8:00:53 GMT -5
A guard working for one of the larger industrial shipyards of Zaun stepped outside for a smoke. His hand rummaged around his pocket until his fingers touched the cool metal of the lighter inside. The cigarello, a cross between the content of a cigar with the size of a cigarette, was already clipped and hanging from his mouth.
With the clink of metal against metal, the lighter snapped open, and was soon ablaze as the worker's thumb slid down against the wheel, igniting the fuel trailing out steadily. The dancing yellow flame burned slowly into the tip of his smoke, and with another clink its work was finished, as it was stuffed back into the depths of his pocket.
The man drew on the aromatic vice, exhaling a trail of white smoke. Just what he needed to calm his nerves. He didn't notice it, but something had approached the man from behind, a large finger poking him in the shoulder, requesting his attention.
It was granted as the man turned around, although it was the absolutely last thing he expected to come face to face with today; the Madman of Zaun, Dr. Mundo himself, stood before the comparatively small man.
"Graah, Mundo ask; is building home to Embargo Shipyards?"
Although one would expect the man to cower in fear, run away, or piss his pants, he was surprisingly calm, taking another puff of his cigarello before answering Mundo's question.
"Yes, yes it is."
The man didn't make any indication of it, but underneath his clothes was a series of weapons, as well as a smattering of some slight knowledge in the arcane arts.
"Graah, Mundo thank you. Mundo say, you work for Mundo once Mundo finished."
All the Mad Zaunite received in response was a blank stare.
"What."
"Mundo do hostile takeover of building for Mundo Corp., Mundo hire you once Mundo acquire."
And before the man could do anything, Dr. Mundo had turned around, opening the door and stepping in before he realized what was happening; by this time it was too late, and there was little he could likely do to stop him anyways, so he let him be. The man turned back around, leaning on the metal exterior of the building, still smoking.
Inside was a much less peaceful scenario; although he wasn't a direct witness to what happened inside, the loud noises inside were evident enough. Inside, he heard screams of terror, the sound of something hard, but padded cracking the skulls of whoever worked inside, and all the while Dr Mundo yelling "Mundo File!". In general, he was very confused as to what was ocurring, but he knew better than to step inside and take a peek.
While he was listening, purple and blue trucks had made their way to the site, and workers in matching colors to the trucks stepped out, pulling a menagerie of different things out.
Coming from one of the trucks was a lady in a red coat.
"Sir?"
His eyes shot up to the crimson beauty before him, although his face didn't give away how nice her assets were.
"Mm?"
"Hello sir, I just need to make sure, did Mr. Mundo hire you on the spot when he saw you?"
He still had little expression on his face, although internally he was amused that this was all seriously unfolding in front of him.
"He tried to; I didn't say yes or no."
"It's best if you do what he says; once he finds something he wants, it's hard for anyone to deny him."
While talking, the lady pulled a small clipboard she had inside her rather spacious purse, and a pen.
"Sign here please."
He took the clipboard in his hand, reading the particulars of working for Dr. Mundo, which apparently he was doing now. To go over the entire corporate write-up would take far too long, but of what was presented, many simple amusing things like "Working for Mundo Corp. makes you exempt from Dr. Mundo's murder spree" and "No matter how crazy it sounds, go along with whatever Dr. Mundo asks of you. You won't have a cleaver through you and everyone will have a fun time with his escapades".
The man could only chuckle, as a genuine smile finally broke through his nearly stoic visage. The ballpoint pen made its mark, and he was in.
The lady in red took the clipboard once again, and smiled.
"Welcome to Mundo Corp."
Almost as soon as she said that, a large cleaver tore through one section of the nearby wall, then another, and another until a small square of sheet metal was cut out, falling outside of the building. Stepping outside was Dr. Mundo, his white business shirt covered in blood, his tie wrapped around his head like a bandana, the sleeves rolled around his muscular upper-arms; normally they were cuffed to his wrists. The bloodiest thing on Dr. Mundo was perhaps the suitcase he had beside him, as blood seemed to nearly drip from it.
"Graah, Mundo claim building to make Mundo Corp. Mundoyard!"
With the clink of metal against metal, the lighter snapped open, and was soon ablaze as the worker's thumb slid down against the wheel, igniting the fuel trailing out steadily. The dancing yellow flame burned slowly into the tip of his smoke, and with another clink its work was finished, as it was stuffed back into the depths of his pocket.
The man drew on the aromatic vice, exhaling a trail of white smoke. Just what he needed to calm his nerves. He didn't notice it, but something had approached the man from behind, a large finger poking him in the shoulder, requesting his attention.
It was granted as the man turned around, although it was the absolutely last thing he expected to come face to face with today; the Madman of Zaun, Dr. Mundo himself, stood before the comparatively small man.
"Graah, Mundo ask; is building home to Embargo Shipyards?"
Although one would expect the man to cower in fear, run away, or piss his pants, he was surprisingly calm, taking another puff of his cigarello before answering Mundo's question.
"Yes, yes it is."
The man didn't make any indication of it, but underneath his clothes was a series of weapons, as well as a smattering of some slight knowledge in the arcane arts.
"Graah, Mundo thank you. Mundo say, you work for Mundo once Mundo finished."
All the Mad Zaunite received in response was a blank stare.
"What."
"Mundo do hostile takeover of building for Mundo Corp., Mundo hire you once Mundo acquire."
And before the man could do anything, Dr. Mundo had turned around, opening the door and stepping in before he realized what was happening; by this time it was too late, and there was little he could likely do to stop him anyways, so he let him be. The man turned back around, leaning on the metal exterior of the building, still smoking.
Inside was a much less peaceful scenario; although he wasn't a direct witness to what happened inside, the loud noises inside were evident enough. Inside, he heard screams of terror, the sound of something hard, but padded cracking the skulls of whoever worked inside, and all the while Dr Mundo yelling "Mundo File!". In general, he was very confused as to what was ocurring, but he knew better than to step inside and take a peek.
While he was listening, purple and blue trucks had made their way to the site, and workers in matching colors to the trucks stepped out, pulling a menagerie of different things out.
Coming from one of the trucks was a lady in a red coat.
"Sir?"
His eyes shot up to the crimson beauty before him, although his face didn't give away how nice her assets were.
"Mm?"
"Hello sir, I just need to make sure, did Mr. Mundo hire you on the spot when he saw you?"
He still had little expression on his face, although internally he was amused that this was all seriously unfolding in front of him.
"He tried to; I didn't say yes or no."
"It's best if you do what he says; once he finds something he wants, it's hard for anyone to deny him."
While talking, the lady pulled a small clipboard she had inside her rather spacious purse, and a pen.
"Sign here please."
He took the clipboard in his hand, reading the particulars of working for Dr. Mundo, which apparently he was doing now. To go over the entire corporate write-up would take far too long, but of what was presented, many simple amusing things like "Working for Mundo Corp. makes you exempt from Dr. Mundo's murder spree" and "No matter how crazy it sounds, go along with whatever Dr. Mundo asks of you. You won't have a cleaver through you and everyone will have a fun time with his escapades".
The man could only chuckle, as a genuine smile finally broke through his nearly stoic visage. The ballpoint pen made its mark, and he was in.
The lady in red took the clipboard once again, and smiled.
"Welcome to Mundo Corp."
Almost as soon as she said that, a large cleaver tore through one section of the nearby wall, then another, and another until a small square of sheet metal was cut out, falling outside of the building. Stepping outside was Dr. Mundo, his white business shirt covered in blood, his tie wrapped around his head like a bandana, the sleeves rolled around his muscular upper-arms; normally they were cuffed to his wrists. The bloodiest thing on Dr. Mundo was perhaps the suitcase he had beside him, as blood seemed to nearly drip from it.
"Graah, Mundo claim building to make Mundo Corp. Mundoyard!"
