TBF, Mags, you have been doing a lot of the heavylifting for the quest, so this will be in good hands.
To be clear to everyone, this is just me burning out on imagination of the quest, since my muse has been hitting me over the head a lot with so many different ideas that I just can't find myself too interested in this.
I'll still hang out here, though, since this still does have a sepcial place in my heart.
I'd like to thank you all for making this a wonderful experience while it lasted.
I'd also like to thank @Magoose, @Fluffy_serpent, and @Martin Noctis for doing so much to help prepare and write this quest. I couldn't have done it without you all.
And Brandon wasn't around to babysit Mary, so there was… that. He was scared out of his mind at principal photography for Kung Fu Kid, and honestly, you didn't blame him. He was working with Brian and while he was the best at this kind of thing… Brian was also rather… intimidating sometimes.
Especially when things went wrong. And he didn't have you coordinating the stunts, relying on some old friends and fellow Gym Rats from the gym… they were good, but they were not you.
Wait, Brandon and Brian are filming Kung Fu Kid right now? I thought they were filming Undercover since people wanted Bruce to be the one to direct Kung Fu Kid. So Brian is doing Kung Fu Kid and it's going on right now? If so I don't mind the retcon but I just want to be clear.
Wait, Brandon and Brian are filming Kung Fu Kid right now? I thought they were filming Undercover since people wanted Bruce to be the one to direct Kung Fu Kid. So Brian is doing Kung Fu Kid and it's going on right now? If so I don't mind the retcon but I just want to be clear.
Well I guess it's a good thing that Zade convinced me to have Bruce direct Kung Fu Kid because it sounds like Brian wouldn't have done a great work on choreography without us around.
Well I guess it's a good thing that Zade convinced me to have Bruce direct Kung Fu Kid because it sounds like Brian wouldn't have done a great work on choreography without us around.
Reward: Arnold is no longer your enemy. Just a really confused, spiteful, and stubborn person, who got the completely wrong information from you, from your enemies, and from your poor PR.
He's… processing.
(You can hire him for a project now without penalties)
You were trying your best to not be disturbed in your office to catch up on sleep. Twins were hellraisers at the best of time, add in Mary, and you have been running on not only caffeine and coffee but on pure willpower just to stay awake. Carrie was a godsend, allowing you to work, when she was clearly having it worse from you, recovering from pregnancy woes, and well…
Three small children.
And Brandon wasn't around to babysit Mary, so there was… that. He was scared out of his mind at principal photography for some action Teenage TV show, and honestly, you didn't blame him. He was working with some weird guy and while he was the best at this kind of thing… you wished Alan was there.
Rereading this, wouldn't Debbie be around to help with the grandbabies? At least fill in for a bit so Bruce and Carrie can get some much needed sleep. Also I think twins plus raising a two year old would be enough to have Joseph and Sarah fly over and help Bruce and Carrie get into the new routine, if nothing else to be there and spoil sweetly the babies named after them.
Rereading this, wouldn't Debbie be around to help with the grandbabies? At least fill in for a bit so Bruce and Carrie can get some much needed sleep. Also I think twins plus raising a two year old would be enough to have Joseph and Sarah fly over and help Bruce and Carrie get into the new routine, if nothing else to be there and spoil sweetly the babies named after them.
I honestly thought that was part of why he showed up… to pitch the expendables with him, us, and Stallone for sure ngl but also to be annoyed at us. Lol.
qm sorry if this has already been answered but regarding the action "propose a law to pass in California "that has been discused would it be possible to propose several laws per action or to create/Improve a legal team which would turn it into a bonus action?
It's just that our actions are so valuable and focusing on films is so fun that I'm a little afraid that without that we are likely to never or almost never use this mechanism which looks very fun.
Likewise for charity, would it be possible to create a charity and investment management group to which at the start of each round we would entrust a sum of money and say for example: "that much dollar to rebuild Romania, that much to improve the native American economy, that much for the Cuban refugee crisis, that much to save this animal species,that much to research a cure for this disease, etc"?,without having to use an action for each one ?
Thanks for you time.
ps poor arnold i'm almost sorry for him,also the redactor of the tabloids where he got his informations may have to run away,fast
Bruce O'Brian, a Film Star and frequent target of unwanted media intrusion in his life hated the media. The media, or rather specific individuals frequently targeted by Bruce's legal team for their harassment, hated Bruce. It wasn't a systemic problem, or so Bruce told himself. It was just he was incredibly unlucky with a few bottom-of-the-barrel journalists looking to make a buck. Or that's what he told himself.
Bruce was happy with those homes invading privacy, ruining … people, having difficulty getting access to the things he held dear and sharing what should have been Bruce's private business with all and sundry. Picking fights with them and giving them a hard time was a pastime these days. Why would he attempt to manage the media when he could make it so anyone who approached him with a camera and lacking explicit permission would have such an awful time that they would go out of their way to avoid him? If they wanted a proper interview, they could approach Lucasfilm politely like everyone else. If the questions were related to the work he was doing, he would even answer them. That's how the media should work. That's how they said they worked as they commiserated about "bad actors" and "Rouges" within the industry.
Except Bruce wasn't unobservant. There were little things that left him disquieted. First were the rumours and speculation, well hidden and always deniable in practically any article or TV talk show that fed the most ridiculous rumours. Rumours that only increased sales of their publications or had their viewership returning for more with no care on how it affected anyone else. These rumours took a lot of effort from friends and family to discourage and disprove, and his friends were careful to never mention the effort involved when they thought he was listening.
Still, their interference and his lack of needed action was fine for Bruce, or at least he only considered it a problem after one late-night episode with Mary.
Carrie had gone to bed early, and Mary had been put in her Crib. Brandon had worn himself out training for a Karate tournament and gone to bed early. He still pointedly avoided Bruce after the last push to finish the schoolwork, preferring to spend time conspiring with Mary instead.
Bruce had shrugged his metaphorical shoulders. Graduating at fourteen was a massive achievement and would look good on the kid's resume. Brandon would appreciate the benefits even if he didn't enjoy the hard work and Bruce's pushing it took to get it done now.
Bruce was finishing reading the latest chapter of his book when he heard unexpected voices. His home echoed strangely compared to most, a consequence of the overstuffed nature of the building, enough to give even medium-sized bookstores and small libraries serious competition. The muffled sound gave a sense of privacy and distance. It was usually comforting, but not when it potentially concealed an intruder.
Bruce's book was carefully put down in favour of the anomaly investigation. Items placed high on the shelves and away from Mary's inquisitive fingers cast unusual shadows, only emphasising the strange feeling of disquiet as Bruce made his way down the book-laden halls of the Spanish-style building, seeking the sound.
Neither of the animals. Ginger or Natale had alarmed, so Bruce felt no need to hurry, instead taking time to walk carefully in the dark and try and discern what exactly he was hearing. A brief snatch of music and some applause suggested a TV or radio had been left switched on. Bruce's walk changed to something more casual while he checked rooms as he passed, as it became less likely to be another home intrusion.
As Bruce entered the lounge, the source of the unwelcome sound was obvious but still managed to catch him off guard. The glow of the TV screen barely lit up the ground in front of it. Compared to the brightly illuminated child sitting and hugging a suit-wearing frog and an open video cassette case on the floor next to her, the rest of the room may not have existed.
Mary was there holding her stuffed frog tightly, eyes intent on the record of an interview, watching her father mothing off and generally being a menace to the Media. Bruce involuntarily smiled as he remembered the look on the interviewer's face, the feeling of power, of getting back at those bastards who broke into his house and destroyed the illusion that his home was safe. This performance proved his child was something he could keep safe and the media could be kept at bay.
However, his child did not look happy to see Bruce defend her and her privacy against the media hack on the screen. She did not share his joy at seeing a problem put in its place. Bruce looks closer. Her petite frame radiates tension. The frog is gripped too tightly; she seems so tiny and vulnerable, illuminated in the washed-out light of the fighting on TV.
Bruce stepped closer, startling Mary and causing her to turn to the sound in fright. From the gloom, two more sets of eyes blaze menace.
"Daddy?" her wavering voice terrified the father in Bruce. "Mary watches movie with Daddy. No, get a good movie. No get Daddy. Mean thing on TV pretending to be you. Pretending you be nasty. Hug Mary and show how Mary tell it not you."
Desperately seeking comfort, she nevertheless remains still in front of the TV. Not moving towards her father lest Bruce's form is nothing but another monster like the one she sees on the screen. A cut to the frightened face of the nameless interviewer bleaches all colour from her form.
"Daddy?"
The Menacing eyes in the shadows resolve into the family pets, Ginger the Scottish fold and Natalie the Dalmatian. Natalie moves into the light behind Mary, her bulk looming over the still kneeling child, sheltering and protecting her from the scene still playing on the TV; Ginger dashes out in front of her, Fur puffed up, ready to attack the man they associate with the threatening sounds.
"Daddy? Are you Daddy, or are you mean thing pretending?"
The answer chokes itself in Bruce's throat. A staggering step is taken backwards, and a flailing hand finds the light switch on the second attempt.
The sudden illumination blasts the ominous stage, resetting the scene. All in the room, father, child and pets Blink, now the illusions caused by the darkness have been swept away. Now, Mary is sitting in front of a TV in the welcoming arrangement of her lounge. Natalie and Ginger are suddenly much smaller and less threatening, more in line with their daytime forms, not wraths of night intent on defending their mistress. Mary is cutely covering her eyes with an upturned arm, and the frog is no longer so tightly gripped. The interview has ended, and the TV is playing something upbeat about an Austrian bodybuilder, something unimportant and unmemorable as all his focus is on Mary.
Bruce snatches the TV remote off the couch and hits the power button, turning the device off lest the interview returns, cutting off the bodybuilder's name just before the announcer mentions it.
"Mary, what are you doing up? It's past midnight."
"Watching two dee person be you. So Mary can tell when not you on Kermit box so Mary not worried. See two d person be mean to interviewer and say things Daddy never say. Defiantly two d person and not Daddy. Daddy better."
"Two d person?" Bruce askes
Mary nods, emphasising her answer, "Yes. Like when Robin pretends to be another person. Pair o dee. Pair is fruit or number two. Two d person. But Mary can No tell with that person."
A giant yawn covered her face.
"Do you need to go back to bed?"
"No" and then another yawn followed by a mumbled response "Yes. Mary needs sleep. Mary also need to tell two d person from Daddy. But need sleep first. Real Daddy Hug Mary and put in cot?"
She lifts her arms into her pick-me-up gesture. The pets back off to give Bruce space to pick her up. Is it his imagination, or are they more wary than usual?
Mary snuggles into her father's chest as she is carried back to her Crib, reminding him of her younger self and that there will soon be more little O'Brian. He has responsibilities as a husband and father. His actions cannot be for him alone.
Mary yawns again as Bruce places her into the Crib and covers her with her blanket. "Night Daddy, Ginger and Natalie chase away bad two dee daddy if come. Teach Mary how to tell in the morning."
She drops off to sleep, cutely curled up on her frog, before he can answer. Bruce turns the light off, leaving the room in darkness.
Cute little Snores quickly begin emanating from the Crib. But Bruce hesitates in the gloom, watching her and thinking. When did it change?
He used to be rather good with the media. In 1974, when Hollywood overlooked him deliberately for the Emmys after Mash, they metaphorically set Hollywood on fire in his defence.
Except then, the Media started following the unions who had appropriated his image and bent the narrative while leaving Bruce on the outside. Still, they had been willing to go bat for him.
Except that statement wasn't really true. For all she liked him as a person, it was Lucille Ball using her knowledge of where Hollywood had buried the bodies and her networking ability to get her due after the star of her show Radar O'Reilly did not win the prize he deserved. Sure, it led to that bastard producer getting arrested and a reset and more honest judgment on the Emmys, but it wasn't a personal win. It was Lucille's
The win with the media that was unequivocally his was later that year, when fed up with the paparazzi, Bruce had walked over and bought the pictures they had taken. The word spread that Bruce would do the same to any cameraman who got a picture, and their bosses sent the Cameras to cover events that were more likely to earn their employer's Money, leaving him alone.
So what changed? What was the incident that made him so hostile and so… afraid? The home invasions were shocking but dealt with, and the house was much more fortified, almost impregnable now. The Camera freak that had got the furthest was permanently crippled, and his slimy employers were still doing time.
Bruce had all but laughed off assassination attempts from genuine threats like the KGB. So why Fear the Paparazzi? What happened? When did he get scared? When did he stop feeling like he could take on the world like Conan reborn?
Then It hit him. Just before leaving a pregnant Carrie to go and Shoot Conan, he had made a deal with Otis Chandler. He and his photographers from the LA Times. Their pressure and harassment had played him like a fiddle. They had wanted an interview in return for not bothering Carrie while he was away shooting Conan. He had agreed.
Then, at their headquarters, they changed the script on him and the questions in what was possibly the worst interview of his life until he felt like he was playing a character and not giving an honest interview. Except the character had his name, face, and real-world consequences attached. It had left him feeling unclean like they had stolen what he wasn't willing to give or at least not ready yet ready to share and spread it over the Pages like a Grizzly trophy.
They preyed upon his fans and tried to twist him into what it was not for their own profit. Not for Truth, not to inform, not to educate. For them to profit. People let them because they were the media. After all, it was the media's job to question, which somehow made them immune to being challenged. It was the same type of rot in Hollywood. Movies for Money, not movies as Art, as entertainment, to tell stories, or even provide some sound in the background to not feel alone. This was News to make Money and only a tangential relation to the Truth. And they had found the levers to make him act to make him the star of their twisted show.
It wasn't the intrusion that hurt, though it certainly did, as the lack of respect and, worse, the lack of consent and care. The media knew they were hurting him, and they did it anyway because the Money they could get was worth more to them than his pain. If they were willing to do it to him, a boxer and martial arts legend, what were they willing to do to Carrie, to Mary? That was where the absolute terror lay for Bruce, that he couldn't protect them. That was when he began to hate them and lash out.
But the media wasn't what had scared his daughter earlier in the evening. It was his actions on tape, his actions in front of the camera that had made her question if her father was a stranger.
He glanced towards his daughter. Mary had settled, and the gloom had lightened to almost something he could see in. Mary lay there sleeping peacefully, an arm thrown up beside her face. His actions to protect her had scared her, and that in and of itself was unacceptable. It needed to be resolved, and that would mean watching that interview dispassionately. So, with a glance back to the sleeping child and the guardian animals. Bruce returned to the TV room.
Behind some books on a shelf was what he had considered his secret trophy shelf. Records of him beating the media. Those were the tapes that Mary had found and started watching, hoping for a movie with Daddy in it. He retrieved the VHS of the interview Mary was watching earlier and turned on the TV again. This time, he promised himself rather than gloating, he would watch objectively and try to see what Mary had seen and learn from it.
The Austrian bodybuilder who momentarily showed himself on the screen was ignored as the tape was reset and the playback restarted. This time, Bruce watched the interview and watched his acting with the same eye he went across all his film performances. What could he discern from this production? What was the man on stage conveying? What was the story being told? If this was a scene in a movie or play, what could he infer about the character's likely actions in the other scenes and the story itself? What could he learn and use to improve his Art?
He found his frown involuntarily deepening as the interview progressed. The role the man wearing his face was playing was an angry out of control individual, one that a reasonable audience could imagine could do anything: hurt someone, kill someone, hit his wife, his child, sue someone for fun. Someone who was not him. Someone that he Never wanted to Be.
He reached to turn the TV off when a flicker of a background member of the staff caught his eye. Aborting his attempt, he paused the video. He mentally thanked George and his electronic wizardry for making it possible as he rolled the tape back frame by frame.
Bruce catches it, appearing only a few frames in focus as the camera sweeps by. Something that actors usually ignore and something a professional editor would cut out. The crew and, specifically, the Smirk of success on the stage managers' face. A cold feeling goes down Bruce's spine. This is wrong.
The interview is rewound and watched again, sound off, at half speed the better to catch details. This was him tearing into the interviewer to gloat, to make sure the media didn't want to interview him. Why is the stage manager act like this was expected and even wished for, from Bruce, like he was delivering his lines perfectly.
He catches more details this time. Here, the focus of the camera meant the cameraman had been briefed that he would be getting this shot beforehand, not having a lucky move to capture it as Bruce had assumed.
The aggressively prodding nature of the questions was at odds with the timid demeanour of the interviewer, which transitioned to genuine fer as Bruce got into it.
And again reflected off a shiny wall, the Smirk on the set manager's face as he got the performance he wanted.
Bruce finds himself on his feet pacing, wanting to scream, except the house is asleep, and Bruce will not let his anger hurt them.
The stage manager had deliberately set the interview up to capture this image of Bruce as a wild, dangerous beast. The performance that Bruce had given him for free. The performance, in hindsight that, was one of many that those media Monsters had then used to make themselves rich while Extorting Bruces fans from their hard-earned Money by making them fret over baseless rumours about him and his family.
He fell into the chair, watching the frozen Smirk on the set manager's face that, if it wasn't for the wizardry George had performed on his personal VCR, he would have missed entirely.
This was what Otis probably looked like after Bruce had left his office that day when he realised how he could play Bruce when Otis realised that he could sculpt Bruce's image into anything he wanted to in the name of selling more and interviews. And what image did Otis choose for Bruce?
Media Bruce was a violent lunatic who needed to be watched for his own good and the good of those around him. A figure to hang all sorts of rumours off to sell magazines, someone they could ascribe anything and everything to. Someone they could poke with a metaphorical stick until he reacted and then decry that the beast they had tortured into violence had been secretly Evil and had finally lashed out and hurt the innocent. They were correct to watch him closely all along. It was their civic duty, their noble calling. To share his supposed misdeeds and get away with their crimes like they were some sort of noble whistleblower exposing a corrupt figure instead of the monsters running a two circus and covering it up when one of their Clowns, no one of their freaks, had had enough and got loose. All the while demanding higher and higher prices for entrance to their self-made freak show, counting the coins after each performance, indifferent to who they had to hurt or how they twisted their so-called performers to do so.
Much like old Hollywood, the one where he had naively believed it was about making movies, not making Money, Bruce mused to himself so furious he was calm. If Hollywood had played fair and it had turned out that he was simply not that good an actor, then he would have left Hollywood satisfied. But he had it proven time and time again, both in his experiences and in those he talked to, that Hollywood was not about making movies. It was about the privileged few being begged by whom they considered their inferiors to be allowed to make those select richer. while those select pretended that the shit they produced was somehow worth all the blood, sweat, and tears involved when with just a little passion and care, it could be so much better.
He had trusted his image to the idea that people would be decent, respectful and play fair. That journalists would be honest truth seekers. Well, the Truth those journalists had shown was that they were as corrupt as the rest of Hollywood. They stalked his house and children, hoping for candid shots that filled their Twisted narrative. Anytime he wanted to help with a charity that could use some exposure, they were nowhere to be found. HEMA, where there was a risk that an angry person with specific practical knowledge of how they historically actually used that halberd they were holding, not a cameraman to be found. On the beaches where another celebrity might be inconvenienced or be able to contradict the story, they were spinning, no cameras either. Heck, down at the supermarket, acting like an average person? No cameras at all. But on the way to the hospital when his darling wife needed help? where they could rile him up and make him appear unhinged? They were actively in the way.
They had taken his image and attempted to remove him from it to have a puppet that danced at their command and sprouted cash whenever they pleased. But they still needed to win. He still owned his own image. Legal teeth kept them mostly at bay. And more than that, they had friends that had offered to help. Friends that he had tuned down for one reason or another.
His mind went back to a few particular memorable instances in the past. Advice from Debbie Reynolds about not making himself a target for the media just after returning from the Conan shoot. Advice from Clint Eastwood about managing his character after the Batman premiere. Advice from Lucille about blackmail, advice from his sister Cat, Whom Hollywood had all but chased away in punishment for his success. Bruce he also had Lucasfilm and support there. Mike Eisner, would find some way to make them bleed money somehow. George would probably create something high-tech that would ruin any picture taken forever. and he was sure the guys would be happy to write a movie that specifically demonised a media head's actions if one, in particular, was found to be more responsible.
The point was he was done being passive and dealing with only the people before him. Him. He would attack it like he did Hollywood, and they would either reform or die. He was going to get up and take control of his image. He would not let his anger, rage and fear dictate his future.
If that meant sitting on his anger so that his child would not be scared, that's a price that he would gladly pay. Even if it meant being visibly polite and non-judgmental to those monsters' faces anytime a camera was running. But then, wasn't that his oldest skill. to be a professional actor, no matter the circumstances
The TV was tuned off the mocking grin on the set manager's face hidden between frozen moments gone. It would cost him an awkward talk about how Daddy had been tricked into misbehaving. It would involve talking to friends and family and asking for help. It might even include caving to Carrie and, getting an interview coach and suffering seeing her adorable grin that she wore when she won against him.
But it would not involve scaring his wife or children by acting like the monster the media wanted him to be. He could choose to be better.
Well they say the first step to dealing with the problem is acknowledging that you have it? So here we go, Bruce acknowledging that he has a problem with the media and it needs to be dealt with. Thinking and not letting his anger take over.
I'd be very interested to see what George comes up with in the camera department to ruin photos.
Bruce actively changing his interview style with help form Carrie and her interview coach could be an adorable conversation.
Actively Managing his image like Clint suggests, Playing a manufactured Bruce O'Brian could be fun leveraging Bruce's acting talents to new and interesting ends.
Taking to Mike Eisner about monetizing his image and making it a simple economic issue might Make Mikes day. Any interview Bruce does would then be vetted by Lucasfilm as well as making them money, any use of his image could then be chased up for stolen intellectual property.
But that does not resolve the underlying issue. There is a market for Bruce images that is extremely lucrative and Media outlets are paying ridiculous bounty's for pictures.
For that I suggest we go legal.
If you hire a hit man, you are liable for anything the hit man does. If you receive stolen goods, you are liable for that as well. So why shouldn't you be liable for putting a bounty out for pictures that are then obtained in a criminal or even just recklessly dangerous manner.
The goal is to hit them in the hip pocket. Publish a picture that was obtained illegally or just criminally recklessly. Well you can't be allowed to profit from criminal actions so now all income from the issue you published plus 20% is now seized as proceeds of crime. It makes it financially a bad idea to use anything but legally obtained pictures. That means images acquired without breking and entering, recless driving or getting in the way of an individual having a medical emergency.
That means unless you want crappy long distance telephoto images that may gain you the interest of the CIA investigating who these new inept soviet spies are , You need to go to Lucasfilm and Buy your pictures there.
Finally as a Giant middle finger to the media harassing us create a show on our new TV channel called Media Watch. Give it the motto "Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?" Have it hosted by someone like John Oliver (Would Robin like a host job?). In one segment have it look at the latest Russian news and compare it to the truth of the situation as best you can determine.
Then Randomly Roll a timeslot and channel each night and then re investigate whatever story they published on that channel at that time. Find the facts. If they presented them in a fair and balanced manner Congratulate them. Make it national pride We don't need to lie to our public to keep corrupt and evil leaders in power.
if there is a bias dig deeper till you find out why and then present that as well. Make it a part of the report even for minor unbalanced reporting like about a home team. Congratulate them on local pride but chide them for unbalancing the numbers and potentially hurting local gamblers.
And if the news story is wrong or criminally so. Blast it wide open. Make it a sensation. Tell the public that they are being lied to and how. Look at who profits. Ask if we are no better than the Soviets.
The media will either start acting far more balanced and fair doing significant damage to News as Entertainment or studios will find themselves liable and being questioned for communist sympathies.
If all else fails we can Channel Bruce's rage and go for the partisan angle.
Make a movie or doco drama about why the USA lost Vietnam.
as key points go for :
Korea had limited media coverage and during November 1950 the us and its allies controlled most of the land. What changed to split Korea in half?
Media coverage resulting in secrets being leaked and a massive push back.
Vietnam we won until media disruptions and lies about the war ruined morale resulting in the government not giving it the support needed so we lost.
Media lies resulted in solders who were fighting for Vietnam freedom being booed as warmongers on return which is impossible When they were conscripted and sent
Interview Vietnamese refuges an see what the human cost was for them.
Talk about media leaks resulting in deaths of soldiers and civilians. Imply that the reason Bruce is being targeted is because he dares challenge the media, That people who got rich reporting the loss of Vietnam are trying the next generation by harassing Bruce.
It doesn't have to be entirely true. the Doco drama will appeal to any veteran feeling discriminated against, feeling that there sacrifices are not being honored properly will happily accept our version of the truth with the media s the big bad. Vietnamese refugees will have a reachable target to blame for why they lost their homes and suffered such hardships. Career military officers can cite operational security refuse to give a straight answer and hint that their effectiveness was hamstrung and that's the only reason they lost. Politicians can say that they were working on bad intel and being pressured by do nothings.
It will likely be divisive but there will be enough truth and more to the point a truth that many with vested interests in supporting Bruce will happily champion for him.
I think that the bad PR against Bruce is over hyped. If he is seen and portrayed by the media as a dangerous beast ,Bruce wouldn't have so many fans or be invited to the RNC later this year. I just see this as Bruce disliking the media and some people slandering him behind closed curtains while some paparazzi desperately want a picture of him. Am I wrorg Magoose?
Quick question, which omake or update(I forget which it was) had Tomino clashing with the Star Wars artist guy over the design for Cloud City and then arguing about stuff like making the ATATs and ATSTs too much like Mobile Suits and whatnot? I need to know to reference it for my omake.
