The owner of the worlds best virtual reality gaming company -Rose-, was a very famous, and powerful man named Clint Roze. You could go to any street corner and hear people mentioning his name at least once. Though he was a very famous man, not much could be said about him. Just like any other person with an immeasurable amount of money, Clint chose to hide his true identity from the public, and even would hide his face behind an intricate looking mask while being interviewed.
Right now Clint was looking at a message he received on his holo pad, a small gleam of light formed in his already shiny green eyes, created by the reflection of light coming from the translucent holo pad. A man Wearing a dark gray suit and tie walked into the immaculate penthouse room that Clint made into a private office. Unlike Clint who had sparkly green eyes, the sharply dressed man had dark soulless eyes that looked almost haunting.
Clint waved his hand at the man without so much as looking up from his holo pad, a look of uninterest clearly showing on Clint's face. "Martin can't you see I'm busy?." Clint tried to shoo away the sharply dressed man whose true name was unkown, but liked to be adressed as Martin. He sat down on a Fancy leather chair next to the bizzare tiger striped couch Clint was laying on. A slight frown formed on Martins face, now making him look even more creepy.
"Clint, whenever you get that look on your face I know your up to something unusual, and I really don't want to have to clean up anymore of your 'mistakes' ." Martin said while looking very unpleased. Often times Clint would do something very stupid, and it was up to Martin to clean up the mess. "Nonsense, I have just found someone that has (un)willingly offered their body up for a simple experiment, do you mind sending down an order to put my new toy into a VR pod?" Clint said rather anxiously.
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Martin looked over Clint's shoulder at his holo pad wanting to know what exactly Clint was so exited about. "Your interested in a half dead kid whose balls haven't even dropped yet?" Martin said in a rather crude tone. Why would Clint put any interest in a kid who was found nearly dead in a basement? "It doesn't matter if he is young or that he is peralized, the only thing that matters is he has amnesia and could be easely manipulated into fallowing orders". Clint said, a dirty grin formed on his face as he thought of all the things he could do with his new little experiment.
Now that Clint had a kid with amnesia, he could get past some of the laws set by the Virtual Reality Safe Player Associations, otherwise known as the VRSPA. They put up rules that forbid the the creators of virtual reality games from abusing there powers, and only allowed them certain limited game rights.
Because of this Clint couldn't act like an all powerful being while playing HIS game, and could only take over the VR world from the shadows. Clint was absolutely certain that this kid would be the ultimate stepping stone that would put him on the rode to virtual god hood. However If he knew just how frightening the kid would soon become, Clint wouldn't have put any effort into saving him.