04-21-2015, 11:02 AM
September 2009
Karl Jak sat is a half-empty office.
A year ago, Karl had been king of the world, with a fat pension, an entire planet full of people who loved to hate him, and most importantly, an endless stream of wine and dandy boys to keep him warm during the winter months. All of that had dried up six months ago, when the Board of the company announced that they would be restructuring the coming competition. Apparently, last year’s tournament hadn’t been without its controversy, and although he denied all the rumors, there had been talks that the games had been fixed from the start.
After that, all it took were a few snide words from a few jealous coworkers to get Karl slipped into the role of ‘Consulting Producer.’ It was a slap in the face for someone who had helped to reinvent the company after a ratings decline that nearly bankrupted them just four years ago. Karl had even hosted two tournaments in his first calendar year as Executive Producer of the Dante’s Abyss brand. Two! And both had been phenomenal successes, helping to transform what had originally been a tournament fought in some backwater planet into a hugely popular television program and sporting event.
Damn you, Damon…
Karl scowled as he sifted through his desk for the folder he desired. He needed to find some way to remove Mr. Dukes from the equation if he wanted back in control of the tournament. The new format had been a reversion to the older style with an extra layer of intimacy, and as much as Karl despised the lack of creativity, the concept had tapped into a lot of individual’s nostalgia of years passed. In the aftermath, Karl was on the outs, with only his wits to help him break back into the inner circle of the company.
Over the last four years, Karl had amassed a lovely little network of contacts, and he’d be startled if he didn’t find at least some ammunition with which to sully the Board’s new golden boy. Even if he found nothing, he’d reclaim his spot through whatever means he needed to. There’d be no amount of zeni he wouldn’t be willing to spend to destroy his competition.
Like it or not, Damon Dukes was going to find himself in the realest version of Dante’s Abyss ever to be produced by the one and only Karl Jak.
Karl Jak sat is a half-empty office.
A year ago, Karl had been king of the world, with a fat pension, an entire planet full of people who loved to hate him, and most importantly, an endless stream of wine and dandy boys to keep him warm during the winter months. All of that had dried up six months ago, when the Board of the company announced that they would be restructuring the coming competition. Apparently, last year’s tournament hadn’t been without its controversy, and although he denied all the rumors, there had been talks that the games had been fixed from the start.
After that, all it took were a few snide words from a few jealous coworkers to get Karl slipped into the role of ‘Consulting Producer.’ It was a slap in the face for someone who had helped to reinvent the company after a ratings decline that nearly bankrupted them just four years ago. Karl had even hosted two tournaments in his first calendar year as Executive Producer of the Dante’s Abyss brand. Two! And both had been phenomenal successes, helping to transform what had originally been a tournament fought in some backwater planet into a hugely popular television program and sporting event.
Damn you, Damon…
Karl scowled as he sifted through his desk for the folder he desired. He needed to find some way to remove Mr. Dukes from the equation if he wanted back in control of the tournament. The new format had been a reversion to the older style with an extra layer of intimacy, and as much as Karl despised the lack of creativity, the concept had tapped into a lot of individual’s nostalgia of years passed. In the aftermath, Karl was on the outs, with only his wits to help him break back into the inner circle of the company.
Over the last four years, Karl had amassed a lovely little network of contacts, and he’d be startled if he didn’t find at least some ammunition with which to sully the Board’s new golden boy. Even if he found nothing, he’d reclaim his spot through whatever means he needed to. There’d be no amount of zeni he wouldn’t be willing to spend to destroy his competition.
Like it or not, Damon Dukes was going to find himself in the realest version of Dante’s Abyss ever to be produced by the one and only Karl Jak.
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