TheAdept
One Thousand Club
The next morning, Mikkish was woken up by a loud banging on his dorm room door.
"Hey! Fuck off! I'm trying to sleep!" Mikkish yelled back at whoever was doing it.
"Wake up, asshole! Rise and shine!" The voice sounded like that of a middle age, but strong, man "Maniacles ain't payin for this school so all you kids can sleep all day."
Mikkish gave a deep sigh, realizing resisting this guy could mean getting paralyzed again or arrested. He stumbled out of bed, late for his first class, and opened the door to see a power armored man, a Maniacles cop, but without his helmet. "Get to class!" The man yelled, his right hand brandishing what looked like a cattle prod.
Leaving the dorm building, with the Maniacles asshole behind him, Mikkish could see other such "officers" around the campus, watching the students with suspicion.
Mikkish gave a sigh
"Alright, class. Fore most of you its your first day, maybe your second if you decided to skip first class. Just do you know the syllabus can be found and printed from the schools website. Remember, if you're from the outside world, its .magi, not .com. Get it?" The professor explained to all the new students "Anyway, I know we are just getting into the semester, but I think the situation on this island is a perfect opportunity for a quick lesson. Those men in those power armor suits, or rather, exoskeleton suits, are mercenaries from Maniacles Corporation. This island has its own mage government, but is, in reality, owned by Maniacles. No country really has jurisdiction over it. We use American money and follow many American norms because Maniacles is an American corporation based in Nevada. We will go more into that in a later unit. Anyway, due to the destruction of the prison allowing the many criminals to escape, Maniacles has sent Mercenaries over to help the police here keep order."
The lesson went on, and Mikkish mindlessly took notes (only the ones written on the board, of course. Verbal notes are too much work.)
"Hey! Fuck off! I'm trying to sleep!" Mikkish yelled back at whoever was doing it.
"Wake up, asshole! Rise and shine!" The voice sounded like that of a middle age, but strong, man "Maniacles ain't payin for this school so all you kids can sleep all day."
Mikkish gave a deep sigh, realizing resisting this guy could mean getting paralyzed again or arrested. He stumbled out of bed, late for his first class, and opened the door to see a power armored man, a Maniacles cop, but without his helmet. "Get to class!" The man yelled, his right hand brandishing what looked like a cattle prod.
Leaving the dorm building, with the Maniacles asshole behind him, Mikkish could see other such "officers" around the campus, watching the students with suspicion.
Mikkish gave a sigh
"Alright, class. Fore most of you its your first day, maybe your second if you decided to skip first class. Just do you know the syllabus can be found and printed from the schools website. Remember, if you're from the outside world, its .magi, not .com. Get it?" The professor explained to all the new students "Anyway, I know we are just getting into the semester, but I think the situation on this island is a perfect opportunity for a quick lesson. Those men in those power armor suits, or rather, exoskeleton suits, are mercenaries from Maniacles Corporation. This island has its own mage government, but is, in reality, owned by Maniacles. No country really has jurisdiction over it. We use American money and follow many American norms because Maniacles is an American corporation based in Nevada. We will go more into that in a later unit. Anyway, due to the destruction of the prison allowing the many criminals to escape, Maniacles has sent Mercenaries over to help the police here keep order."
The lesson went on, and Mikkish mindlessly took notes (only the ones written on the board, of course. Verbal notes are too much work.)