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My name is Joseph 'Joe' Hardin. I'm a private eye. My agency was I heritage from my father, Ezra. Being a private eye had its perks. It wasn't wearing a fedora and a trench coat, smoking a cigarette and drinking whiskey at the office. Though I did wear it and drink a lot. Had to.
The problem was the clientele. In that there is just one client, Jason Ripper, CEO of Risen Studios, a multi billion dollar corporation spanning the globe. You name it, they own it.
Ripper was the worst man I ever had the misfortune in dealing with. He was not just a cold man, he had no heart. His first wife died and he didn't show up for the funeral. He refused to pay money for his son's surgeries that left him without a leg. He fired his maid of twenty years because he didn't like her new haircut. The guy who would kick a puppy as soon as he rose from his coffin.
Anyway, I had the misfortune of working for him because my father had. It was our job to dig up dirt on a target. Find something raunchy and give it to the Army of lawyers and publishers to destroy the poor soul.
It was a job I hated. Not the sneaky part. That was the best. It was going after these people because a man held a grudge.
What Ripper also owned was an army of characters. Not just big wig actors, but also thousands of not real people. I mean cartoon characters. All of the adult animation, CGI, gaming characters are all real and live and work with humans. They're all called Toons.
Ripper owned them and used their maliciously to fulfill the needs of his cronies. It was part of the trap. Crony gets a Toon side chicken. Crony does thr dirty. My job was to find that evidence. Hated it but it paid the bills.
Today I woke up with a splitting headache. Showering and a shave I picked up the newspaper, also owned by Ripper, the Town Crier, for the latest gossip.
Then the phone rang.
This is just a rough start and I'm willing to change according to my partner. The main theme is an adukt version of Who Framed Roger Rabbit where all characters are 18+ and can be established characters or original. The story is up in the air.
The problem was the clientele. In that there is just one client, Jason Ripper, CEO of Risen Studios, a multi billion dollar corporation spanning the globe. You name it, they own it.
Ripper was the worst man I ever had the misfortune in dealing with. He was not just a cold man, he had no heart. His first wife died and he didn't show up for the funeral. He refused to pay money for his son's surgeries that left him without a leg. He fired his maid of twenty years because he didn't like her new haircut. The guy who would kick a puppy as soon as he rose from his coffin.
Anyway, I had the misfortune of working for him because my father had. It was our job to dig up dirt on a target. Find something raunchy and give it to the Army of lawyers and publishers to destroy the poor soul.
It was a job I hated. Not the sneaky part. That was the best. It was going after these people because a man held a grudge.
What Ripper also owned was an army of characters. Not just big wig actors, but also thousands of not real people. I mean cartoon characters. All of the adult animation, CGI, gaming characters are all real and live and work with humans. They're all called Toons.
Ripper owned them and used their maliciously to fulfill the needs of his cronies. It was part of the trap. Crony gets a Toon side chicken. Crony does thr dirty. My job was to find that evidence. Hated it but it paid the bills.
Today I woke up with a splitting headache. Showering and a shave I picked up the newspaper, also owned by Ripper, the Town Crier, for the latest gossip.
Then the phone rang.
This is just a rough start and I'm willing to change according to my partner. The main theme is an adukt version of Who Framed Roger Rabbit where all characters are 18+ and can be established characters or original. The story is up in the air.
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