The Setting
It has finally happen, human civilization has finally started its greatest decline in its history. The world is plagued with overpopulation, hunger, joblessness, poverty and almost everything other problem you can have because the whole world just doesn't give a fuck and everyone forgot to listen to the nerdy looking guys with glasses and clip boards claiming to be scientist. The world is so screwed up that you might as well just drop a big fucking nuke on it and just end the story there but there is a lot of work to coordinate the world's biggest and finest mass suicide. And just before you think the order was about to be given, someone had a better plan.
As the first 5 nukes went off a new political group seized power in the mass fear and ended the self nuclear explosions. A sense of hope went washed over the citizens of the world as they were told that they were heading for a better age, an age of recovery. Joyful the people threw celebrations, helped each other out and became more friendlier towards everyone. They were going to survive. That lasted 3 months, things started going back to the way they were and the same problems were starting to arise. So announced was Order 1019 and the creation of the world organization, Murder and Company or MaC for short, which legally allowed to kill people known as Undesirable.
The Undesirable; the druggies, the criminals, the prostitutes, the cripples, the sick, the insane, the mentally ill and pretty much anybody who held the world back. This forced society to work with little incentive short of being killed and well, attempted to control the mass population society.
Now MaC operates probably a bit more differently than you would think. The building, a six story office building filled to the roof with workers all working frantically, is very plain and nondescript. The interior; filled with cubicles, offices and always ringing telephones, is a bit like your typical office. And the work; answering phones, filling out reports, attending company meets, enjoying coffee breaks, being sociable with co-workers, pretending to be sociable with co-workers you hate, playing solitaire, eating cake and fighting for the next promotion; mundane except...oh yeah, they kill people. It is a 9-5 with a deadly twist!...
Where do you fit in?
A video screen jumps from static to a black screen "Hello future killers! Connecting you to the CEO and Founder of MaC, Ronald Belinsky!" the black screen begins to fade away and into an image.
The background is bustling with workers who are transferring folders to different cubicles from their own and others diving into theirs to answering the phone. In the far right corner are three guys, dress in appropriate business attire; a shirt, tie and dress pants; exchanging laughs and jokes over coffee. In the mid-background is a man who is by the cooler filling a cup as a woman walks by and asks about his day. And in the middle walks a distinguish tall figure; dressed in black dress shoes and a sharp grey suit, open so that it would expose his matching vest and the baby blue dress shirt with a navy blue and white pinstripe tie, his hair blonde and slicked back and his facial features strong and chiseled. He looks like he is mid-thirties but he is actually early-forties and his walk is strong and confident, his left hand loosely in his pocket. The man walks till he is in a medium close-up and he stares forward with a friendly smile.
The man rises his right hand and faces his palm up, "Ever since the dawn of men, the world needed killers." He moves his right hand in small wave like motions as he talks in a strong American accent, "Vicious, strong and hard emotional people. For every Abel there was a Cain. We use to hate these people... these murderers and rightfully so. These men were unorganized, undisciplined and a bane to society. These men had no meaning to our old society but that all changed. Thanks to Order 1019, this energy and emotion can be put to great use. The members here at MaC are dedicated to making this world a better place for every Undesirable gone, ten survivors flourish. A fact that is one of the many supports that this company was founded upon. Now we're looking towards a future, because we have a future and that future includes you!" The man balls up his hand into a tight fist and points forward. The angle goes low and slowly forward towards the man, the pointing finger following, "This is our day and age ladies and gentlemen. It is time for us to take it! It is time..." The angle stops with a visible red banner just above the man that held the words the man was just about to say and the man takes out his left hand and extends both arms, "Kill today for a better tomorrow!" He slowly lets his hands drop as the image fades out and in fades the six story white business building. With the words "Join Today!" across the screen.
T9-001 Form A: Introduction Application
Name
Bio Picture
Age (Due to legality reasons, ages 18-54 can only be considered for position)
Sex (MaC is an equal opportunity employeer)
Eye Color
Hair Color
Height
Weight
Race
Health History
Please X the Following:
Married: Yes ( ) No ( )
If Yes comment further, also remember to include children so they can be added to the exempt data base:
Felony: Yes ( ) No ( )
If Yes comment further, please include if sentencing resulted in mandatory MaC employment:
Please answer the following:
Psychiatric Profile:
Personal History
Weapon of Choice (Please note that advance weaponry may need a T9-001 Form D: Special Weapon form. Recruiter will inform you if needed.)
P.S
So this is the world, anyone interested in roaming in this dystopian future of as an employee of MaC? Tons of action and office breaks, you're as likely to water board a victim as you are getting roped up into a talk about the dystopian future's version of Seinfeld. It is up to where we want to take it.
It has finally happen, human civilization has finally started its greatest decline in its history. The world is plagued with overpopulation, hunger, joblessness, poverty and almost everything other problem you can have because the whole world just doesn't give a fuck and everyone forgot to listen to the nerdy looking guys with glasses and clip boards claiming to be scientist. The world is so screwed up that you might as well just drop a big fucking nuke on it and just end the story there but there is a lot of work to coordinate the world's biggest and finest mass suicide. And just before you think the order was about to be given, someone had a better plan.
As the first 5 nukes went off a new political group seized power in the mass fear and ended the self nuclear explosions. A sense of hope went washed over the citizens of the world as they were told that they were heading for a better age, an age of recovery. Joyful the people threw celebrations, helped each other out and became more friendlier towards everyone. They were going to survive. That lasted 3 months, things started going back to the way they were and the same problems were starting to arise. So announced was Order 1019 and the creation of the world organization, Murder and Company or MaC for short, which legally allowed to kill people known as Undesirable.
The Undesirable; the druggies, the criminals, the prostitutes, the cripples, the sick, the insane, the mentally ill and pretty much anybody who held the world back. This forced society to work with little incentive short of being killed and well, attempted to control the mass population society.
Now MaC operates probably a bit more differently than you would think. The building, a six story office building filled to the roof with workers all working frantically, is very plain and nondescript. The interior; filled with cubicles, offices and always ringing telephones, is a bit like your typical office. And the work; answering phones, filling out reports, attending company meets, enjoying coffee breaks, being sociable with co-workers, pretending to be sociable with co-workers you hate, playing solitaire, eating cake and fighting for the next promotion; mundane except...oh yeah, they kill people. It is a 9-5 with a deadly twist!...
Where do you fit in?
A video screen jumps from static to a black screen "Hello future killers! Connecting you to the CEO and Founder of MaC, Ronald Belinsky!" the black screen begins to fade away and into an image.
The background is bustling with workers who are transferring folders to different cubicles from their own and others diving into theirs to answering the phone. In the far right corner are three guys, dress in appropriate business attire; a shirt, tie and dress pants; exchanging laughs and jokes over coffee. In the mid-background is a man who is by the cooler filling a cup as a woman walks by and asks about his day. And in the middle walks a distinguish tall figure; dressed in black dress shoes and a sharp grey suit, open so that it would expose his matching vest and the baby blue dress shirt with a navy blue and white pinstripe tie, his hair blonde and slicked back and his facial features strong and chiseled. He looks like he is mid-thirties but he is actually early-forties and his walk is strong and confident, his left hand loosely in his pocket. The man walks till he is in a medium close-up and he stares forward with a friendly smile.
The man rises his right hand and faces his palm up, "Ever since the dawn of men, the world needed killers." He moves his right hand in small wave like motions as he talks in a strong American accent, "Vicious, strong and hard emotional people. For every Abel there was a Cain. We use to hate these people... these murderers and rightfully so. These men were unorganized, undisciplined and a bane to society. These men had no meaning to our old society but that all changed. Thanks to Order 1019, this energy and emotion can be put to great use. The members here at MaC are dedicated to making this world a better place for every Undesirable gone, ten survivors flourish. A fact that is one of the many supports that this company was founded upon. Now we're looking towards a future, because we have a future and that future includes you!" The man balls up his hand into a tight fist and points forward. The angle goes low and slowly forward towards the man, the pointing finger following, "This is our day and age ladies and gentlemen. It is time for us to take it! It is time..." The angle stops with a visible red banner just above the man that held the words the man was just about to say and the man takes out his left hand and extends both arms, "Kill today for a better tomorrow!" He slowly lets his hands drop as the image fades out and in fades the six story white business building. With the words "Join Today!" across the screen.
T9-001 Form A: Introduction Application
Please X the Following:
If Yes comment further, also remember to include children so they can be added to the exempt data base:
If Yes comment further, please include if sentencing resulted in mandatory MaC employment:
Please answer the following:
P.S
So this is the world, anyone interested in roaming in this dystopian future of as an employee of MaC? Tons of action and office breaks, you're as likely to water board a victim as you are getting roped up into a talk about the dystopian future's version of Seinfeld. It is up to where we want to take it.
