Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26178112-20151210045617/@comment-26178112-20151210061640


 * alex was on his way down the elevator when he recieved the message... he didnt need to check the news... both he and SWAK already recieved a copy of the will.. as did everyone else thatvery moment.

alex: oh my god... halliday? dead? how? *he saw the will the same time SWAK did.*

anorak's invitation

'*trumpets and the beginning of "dead mans party" plays... the trumpets are shortly joined by a guitar as james halliday appears on screen, he doesnt look ravaged and illness-wracked like he did these days... it was him in his healthy, hearty fourties... in a vintage space invaders shirt and long, unkempt hair. he appears to be in a high school gymnasium, with several other unkempt and rugged looking teenagers partying all around him in what seems to be a high school dance. he doesnt seem to be dancing with a partner, but with himself.. as the old saying goes.*'

*dead mans party, 1985, Oingo Boingo, mca records. 

'*as the lyrics kick in, halliday joins in with the singing... "all dressed up with nowhere to go. walking with a dead man over my shoulder.. dont run away, its only mee...." '

'*he abrupty stops dancing and makes a cutting motion with his hand, silincing the music, the gymnasium dissapears. it changes to a funeral parlour with an open casket. a second, more emaciated halliday lies in the casket, with quarters covering his eyes, the younger halliday looks down on the corpse with mock sadness, he snaps his fingers and a massive scroll appears in his hands, he opens it up as it falls to the floor, rolling off screen. He looks towards the viewer, breaking the forth wall. '“I, James Donovan Halliday, being of sound mind and disposing memory, do hereby make, publish, and declare this instrument to be my last will and testament, hereby revoking any and all wills and codicils by me at any time heretofore made. . . .” 'he begins to read faster and faster, moving down the scroll at quickening pace, until his words are rapid and unintelligable, he the stops abruptly. '"forget about it." '*he drops the scroll, it showers into gold dust. '"let me just give you the highlights."

*the funeral parlour vanishes, and a massive vault with three keyholes appears behind him.* “My entire estate, including a controlling share of stock in my company, Gregarious Simulation Systems, is to be placed in escrow until such time as a single condition I have set forth in my will is met. The fi rst individual to meet that condition will inherit my entire fortune, currently valued in excess of two hundred and forty billion dollars.” *the vault door opens up and haliday walks in, the camera follows him, there is a massive stack of gold bars the size of a large house,* "here's the dough i'm putting up for grabs. i mean what the hell? you cant take it with you, right?" *he leans on a stack of old bars.* "now you might be wondering, how do you get all of this moolah? well, hold your horses, kids. i'll get right to it."