Tony Stark
[The device opens with this:]



[It fades to this live image:]



[The helmet slides back to show that is indeed Tony Stark in the suit]

There's been a great deal of talk about pride today. Now you can have something to really be proud of. The Spartan. A fully functional, luxury sports car that runs on arc reactor technology; no fuel. Nothing to plug in. You put the key in and go.

[He presses a button and the Iron Man suit he's wearing folds down into a brief case. He's wearing a tailored suit. He picks up the briefcase and walks over to the driver's side. He puts the briefcase inside.]

Contact Stark Industries at City Solutions for your custom Spartan today.

[He gets inside and starts the car, hitting the accelerator. The car peels out smoothly leaving a trail of rubber on the asphalt]

[ooc: Mod approved. Yes you can buy a custom car from Tony Stark. Yes they're expensive. It'll take about a month to produce. Regardless of orders, cars will start rolling out at about 1 per month. Other models are in the works]
 
 
Current Mood: accomplished
 
 
Tony Stark
[Tony is sitting at a table in his personal lab lit only by computer screens. There are mechanical parts, computer parts and bits scattered all around him. He looks rumpled and even without the half full bottle of scotch next to him it would be obvious he's beyond drunk. When he speaks, his words are slurred]

We invent things. We create things and we chase after an immortality that we can't ever catch.

[He grabs up the scotch bottle, sweeps his arm over the table top and sends all the bits, parts and a nearly empty rocks glass flying. There's a crash and it just seems to make Tony more angry. He stands up, shoving the table away from him. The device crashes to the floor with everything else but it doesn't shut off. Instead it shows Tony's feet as he crushes the remains of whatever project he was working on beneath them.]

And it's all worthless bullshit.

[He reaches down and grabs the device, looking closely at it. He takes a long swig of scotch, doesn't wince at the burn and stares the device down again.]

You know what they'll remember? This.

[And he throws the device hard enough that the screen is filled with static and then goes black when it hits the wall]
 
 
Current Mood: drunk