GreenGrenade

Radio Free Metropolis

Andy sat in the FTLH lobby, Bill filming a short shot of his owner before hovering down towards him, awaiting the next filming commands he was bound to get given out. Angela, the attractive voice that answered Andy's call, turned out to be just as alluring as her voice made her out to be, and Andy found himself constantly needing to mentally slap himself to stop staring.

Instead of being a creep, he thought of how he was to edit the interview he was about to have with whoever it was that was interviewing him. He didn't want a scene where he talks about needing funding for the film, did he? But before he dwelt on the problem for too long, he came up with a solution. Editing programs had improved so much so, that all one really needed was a bit of footage. With that footage, he could do with whatever he wanted, for example: completely change what the actors were doing or saying. Problem solved.

Angela then spoke up.

"Matheson will see you know. He'll meet you at Audience Room C.Good luck."

Whether the "good luck" was meant to be encouraging or not, Andy didn't know. He hoped it was the former as he searched the building for Audience Room C, as Angela did not give him directions, not even after he asked for them. Eventually, he found it, straightening his outfit and commanding Bill to film before walking into the room. What he saw was less than cosy... It was furnished by only a small circular table, two seats sitting opposite each other, one occupied by the man called Matheson. He was a tall man, bulky, but whether the bulk was from muscle or fat Andy didn't know.

"Andy Hughes?" Matheson asked, though he already knew the answer.

"Yes, Mr. Matheson. Thank you for agreeing to see me."

"Oh, just Matheson is fine. And not a problem. Here at FTL we make it a top priority to make sure the Improvement Fund is available for all who may need it."

Something was off. The pleasant nature of Matheson's voice... it didn't seem real. But then again, almost any corporate businessman was bound to have that sort of falsity to his voice. It came in the job description.

"Now, Mr. Hughes, I'm going to ask you some questions about your project. What is it, exactly?"

"Well, my project could be described as a film, but I'd like to think of it as more than just that. When I was a kid, I loved, and still love, action, thriller and martial arts movies. I thrived on them, I guess. But they always lacked something. Either depth to the story, or to the characters, or, heck, the location. It's my aim to take the best of all these genres, and infuse them with real life. Life can provide the best stories: ones without plotholes, with plenty of character development. It can, and does, provide us with the most interesting characters; no one's boring. Y'see, Matheson, I want to make the best thraction-arts movie ever," Andy explained, uttering words he memorised as he made his way to the 112th Floor.

"I see. And why is it that the Forward Thinking Leaders Collective should give you the funding you need?"

"Uh, well... It won't just entertain the general public, but it'll educate them too. I mean, I hope to shed some light on how bad things are here in Metro-Tokyo. I want people to see how corrupt the MetPo are, and how crime's thriving at the moment. I guess the movie'll be a sort of Idiot's Guide to Metro-Tokyo."

"I'm not sure that this meets the criteria for an Improvement Fund candida-"

"Product placement. Lots and lots of product placement," blurted Andy, desperate to convince the man to give him the funding.

"Mr. Hughes, I don't think you read the terms and conditions for the Fund-"

"With all due respect, Matheson, no one reads the terms and conditions. Ever. And there were no terms and conditions on your ad, so... I can't really be the one to blame, Mr. Matheson. Sir."

A sigh of frustration escaped the interviewer's mouth. This insolent boy kept cutting him off, after all. Why were kids so bratty these days?

"Mr. Hughes, I'm afraid that your argument, quite frankly, is invalid. I can't say that I'm sorry, but your film does not meet the requirements of the Improvement Fund. It needs to be able to improve the lives of those who watch it, not just hopefully make a small impact and get you a contract in Metrollywood. It has not been a pleasure-"

"Oh, but Matheson, I don't want a contract in Metrollywood. I want to win a DiCaprio! A Metroscar! As far as I'm concerned, Metrollywood can just attempt at remaking my movie in twenty years time. And, uh, Matheson?"

"What is it, Mr. Hughes?"

"Where's Mr. Anders' office?"

"Down the hallway and up a flight of stairs. It can't be missed. Why?"

"Because you're a dick, and I want to talk to Mr. Anders now. Buh-bye."

And it was then that Andy and Bill left a bewildered Matheson sitting in Audience Room C, thinking in fear what Anders will do to him for letting a rejected client walk right into his office. Andy was steeling himself in anticipation for Mr. Anders' reaction, hoping that he at least won't be killed long enough for him to argue his case. When he reached the office, he knocked on Mr. Anders' door, opening it, not waiting for an answer. Grant Anders' reaction? Well...

Radio Free Metropolis

I'm online and in the pad if anyone wants to join me...

New Irregulars of Astro City

Heck yeah! Can't wait to fill people's pants with sand! (I mean, what?)

Young Justice 2020

Where are the posts, guys?

Radio Free Metropolis

I'm there, Mirth.

Assassins Creed: Egyptian Order

Assim had no equipment to claim aside from his fletchette. This dart could be used in multiple different ways. It could be used to kill, it could be used to disarm, its tip could be dipped in poison for a slower, less brutal death. He walked to take the weapon, placing it in a holster tied around his left calf, before turning and walking back towards the cluster of Assassins. He knew not any of them, and trusted none of them. But they were his brothers and sisters now, fellow Assassins, and the trust was sure to come. Turning his head, Assim noticed Dakarai, who stopped glaring at Abasi and turned his stare to Assim. Not wavering, Assim returned the hostile glower, holding it there for what seemed to be an eternity.

Radio Free Metropolis

Okay... This just leaves Mirth to post and then everyone's practically united.

I'm on the pad if anyone wants to join me.

Radio Free Metropolis

Alright, this is gonna be good. I can't wait for this to pick up steam.

Radio Free Metropolis

Andy was broke. There was no doubt about it. Sure, he could afford a couple of drinks at a bar, or order some ridiculously expensive coffee, but if he did so, he would be completely out of money. And that could not be allowed to happen. He desperately needed funding for his movie. Desperately. So as he walked through the streets of Floor 76, Bill capturing some footage of the advertisment-filled cityscape, an ad for a certain corporation caught his eye: FTL. He'd heard about their funding programs. They were used to fund ideas that would, in the long run, help others in some way, shape or form. Andy's movie would help people, right? It would help them see exactly how bad things are in Metropolis. It would wake them up. Wouldn't it?

So, calling Bill down, Andy found a pay-phone, the only one he'd seen in the city during his time there, and called the number on the advertisement.

"You have reached the Forward Thinking Leaders Collective. Our line is busy for the moment, please stand by. We will be with you shortly," answered an obviously recorded message, before switching into what would be considered elevator music.

"Oh, well that's just dandy-" began Andy, before getting cut off by an attractive female voice.

"Hi, this is Angela from the Forward Thinking Leader's Collective, how may I help you today?"

"Oh, uh, hi Angela, my name is Andy Hughes, I'd like to apply a film I'm working on for your funding program."

"Okay, yep... I'm afraid that requires an appointment. Would you like to make one?"

"Yes please. Can it be today? In about an hour?"

"Yes, that can be done. Your pitch will be reviewed at FTLH on Floor 112 in an hour."

"Thanks Angela-"

She hung up before he could finish his sentence.

"Wow. Well, okay then. I guess we're off to the 112th Floor, Bill."

Radio Free Metropolis

Okay, I made a titanpad, here's the link:

https://titanpad.com/WTl8HCtgHx

Also, a list of all the characters and their players:

Andy Hughes - GG
Jacob Rayne - VarionusNW
Trein Fallfer - The RC Master
Skeet Lawless - Mirth
Grant Anders, The Suit - Mercenary Lord (Co-GM)
Drake "Rat" Romeros - HeilixAxel42
Mike Lee - TeddyBearMafia (GM)