[X] Cruella de Moon
[X] The Respawning Machine
[Your name is Cruella de Moon! MC is now biologically female!]
[You named your invention as The Respawning Machine!]
The Respawning Machine! That's what you'll call it! It's simple, straightforward, and it immediately lets anyone know what it does, the perfect name! You take note to have it painted on the side in big blocky letters once you can get your hands on some paint. Oh! Maybe you could stylize it, too? You've always had a bit of a knack for the arts, perhaps you could design a metal chassis to make the machine even more impressive? Oh yes, that is certainly a good idea!
Perhaps you could set aside some of the profits you'll make when your show kicks off? Surely there are a lot of people out there who enjoy a good murder or two! Speaking of which, you just remembered that you weren't alone in your laboratory and they have seen you do your mad genius laugh! How embarrassing! Clearing your throat, you plaster a smile on your face and you turn your attention to the gobsmacked investors for your upcoming show.
"Well? What do you think?" You ask, completely oblivious to the looks they were giving you, to any normal, and most of all, sane person. The brilliant mind such as yourself was seen in a very different light to lesser minds. In fact, you look….
How do you look?
[ ] Like any normal woman. You look no different than the average woman. There's nothing about you that really stands out, you're not even wearing a lab coat! Very unassuming and people are prone to write you off as someone of no importance. (People are more likely to underestimate you and not take you seriously.)
[ ] Like the true genius you are! The madness in your intellect is very apparent. Your hair is a mess, there's a crazed glint in your eyes. People take one look at you and immediately know that you are loco in the coco. (People will be wary when dealing with you. Prone to random bouts of madness)
[ ] Like a proper scientist. Glasses? Check. Lab coat? Check. Hair tied up? Check. You look professional. Prim and proper, no one would ever expect you to be as insane as you are at first glance, at least until you start monologuing of course, but people respect you. (People are more likely to take you seriously. Great! But it also means that you have to keep a lid on your 'eccentricities'.)
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The investors trade glances with each other before one of them, a rather handsome man in a suit, clears his throat and hesitantly steps forward. "Uh, well.. Dr. Moon-"
"Dr. de Moon." You insist, you hate it when people don't refer to you correctly, your last name is de Moon! Not Moon!
"Dr. de Moon, your invention." He gestures to the glowing and thrumming device behind you, "Is going to change everything! It's a scientific marvel for certain but…" He trailed off, his awe of your invention giving way to uncertainty, looking back to his fellow investors. "Why a TV show?" He eventually asks, "With this device, you could save countless lives," He waved his hands in the air, for emphasis, "You could save them from fatal accidents, stop wars! You could bring world peace!"
"But I don't want to bring world peace! I want to host a TV show where people kill each other with no repercussions!" You most certainly did not stamp your feet on the ground like a petulant child. "Just think of it! The fear of death is finally eliminated, with my machine, we can push humanity to unknown lengths without having to worry about casualties! Violence has always been in our blood, we want to see it! We crave it! As much as we claim to detest the very idea of it, we are attracted to violence like moths to flame; but with The Respawning Machine, we can satisfy the untapped market of 'safe' violence! Think of how much money we'll make! There are people out there who would pay for the chance to kill someone without consequence!"
Your impassioned speech seems to be winning some of the investors over, a number of them already getting contemplative looks on their faces as they muttered amongst each other.
"Th-that may be, Dr. de Moon." The leader of their little group went on, hands raised in a placating gesture. "It's still something we can't just suddenly show to the public en masse. It just won't happen, no network will ever agree to it, and even if they did; the fear of public backlash will make sure it doesn't. We're not putting a single cent in this… 'program' unless you can guarantee a way to broadcast your show and turn a profit."
Damn it, he's right. No sane network would ever dare broadcast mindless murder and violence from a non reputable source! you're going to have to start somewhere small.
"How do we even know it'll work on human beings?!" One of the other investors, a portly man, cried out in disbelief, their feeble little mind unable to comprehend your brilliance. "For all we know, your so-called 'invention' only works on non-humans!"
Did… Did they just claim your invention, your wonderful, glorious, invention, was not up to snuff!? HOW DARE!
How will you show this non-believer the light?
[ ] Did they just volunteer for a live demonstration~? Better ask and make sure!
[ ] Show your confidence in your machine by shooting YOURSELF in the head and laugh in their face as your machine brings you back to life.
[ ] Why kill yourself? They just volunteered! Say "Like so~" Then pull out a gun and shoot them and watch as the machine brings them back to life.
[ ] Pull out a gun, shoot them THEN say "Like so~" after the machine brings them back to life.
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A/N: This could've been longer but I got stuck on something, decided to eventually save it for later in the next update. Anyway, ENJOY!
