Grimstaff
Explorer
Why is everyone so quick to blame WotC? Does anyone think mighty Hasbro had a part in all this?
Picture a shadowy, torchlit inner sanctum at Hasbro. A couple of pencil-thin, pale WotC employees are ushered before a great corporate magnate.
Magnate: What's this I hear about these Dangers and Dragoons magazines?
Peons: Um..Dungeons and Dragons, sir. Um, they are doing great. Paizo has really done a good job!
Magnate: Silence! Good job...(mutters). Why did we sell our license for Dumdums and Draggings magazines anyway?
Peons: Um, Dungeons and Dragons, sir. And to be honest, we thought they would die off quickly and some other company could take the blame. But instead, they sell liek 40 or 50 thousand of each every month.
Magnate: Absurd! That money should be ours! Cancel them at once!
Peons: (sputter and whine) but...but...master, no, we love the magazines! The fans love them!
Magnate: Too bad! Kids like computers, right? Why don't we just charge them $20 a piece for a password to look at stuff on your website that you make in-house? That way we make like a million bucks every month and I only have to pay you guys...um what do I pay you guys anyway?
Peons: Just a few thousand a month, Master.
Magnate: Hmm, well, unfortunate. You shall include mandatory advertisements in your product to defray that cost, understood?
Peons: Um, yes, Master. But everyone's going to pick on us!
Magnate: HA HA, very funny. (Stuffs live Maine lobster into mouth and chews for a moment) You're used to it aren't you? I mean you're both Dingbats and Dogbones players, right?
Peons: Um...yes sir...and its Dungeons and Dragons, sir.
Magnate: Well, don't just stand there! Get to work!
Pale WotC employees are taken back out by corparate guards.
End Scene.
Picture a shadowy, torchlit inner sanctum at Hasbro. A couple of pencil-thin, pale WotC employees are ushered before a great corporate magnate.
Magnate: What's this I hear about these Dangers and Dragoons magazines?
Peons: Um..Dungeons and Dragons, sir. Um, they are doing great. Paizo has really done a good job!
Magnate: Silence! Good job...(mutters). Why did we sell our license for Dumdums and Draggings magazines anyway?
Peons: Um, Dungeons and Dragons, sir. And to be honest, we thought they would die off quickly and some other company could take the blame. But instead, they sell liek 40 or 50 thousand of each every month.
Magnate: Absurd! That money should be ours! Cancel them at once!
Peons: (sputter and whine) but...but...master, no, we love the magazines! The fans love them!
Magnate: Too bad! Kids like computers, right? Why don't we just charge them $20 a piece for a password to look at stuff on your website that you make in-house? That way we make like a million bucks every month and I only have to pay you guys...um what do I pay you guys anyway?
Peons: Just a few thousand a month, Master.
Magnate: Hmm, well, unfortunate. You shall include mandatory advertisements in your product to defray that cost, understood?
Peons: Um, yes, Master. But everyone's going to pick on us!
Magnate: HA HA, very funny. (Stuffs live Maine lobster into mouth and chews for a moment) You're used to it aren't you? I mean you're both Dingbats and Dogbones players, right?
Peons: Um...yes sir...and its Dungeons and Dragons, sir.
Magnate: Well, don't just stand there! Get to work!
Pale WotC employees are taken back out by corparate guards.
End Scene.