188 The Black Skull Order Strikes Back!

In a mansion in the suburbs of New York City a man wearing a smoking jacket sat on a sofa, in one hand he held a snifter of liquor and in the other a cigar. A young woman sat with him. The resemblance between the two was obvious, though his looks would be called rugged while she was a natural beauty.

The man was watching a replay of CCN's original broadcast of Mr. Skeletal's adventures in the Conquest underworld. He had no interest in the game itself, but business was good inside the game and the family thrived on it. But this Skeletal fellow, his gameplay had such gaudium vivendi. The man was tempted to buy himself a gaming capsule and enter the game himself. The man laughed at himself for thinking such a thing. He was an old man, over fifty years old, thinking about playing a game with kids half his age. It made him chuckle, but still, that Mr. Skeletal made him think.

"Papa," the girl next to the man said in a loving voice.

"Yes, dear?"