Games.
We all play them.
We all enjoy the thrill of winning,
the drama of a well-developed storyline,
the satisfaction of completing everything.
But not everyone is equipped to handle the addictive qualities of gaming.
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Imagine, if you will, that you suddenly find yourself in the middle of an instantaneous HIGH Definition Dance Party Hallucination... and join-in on the undulations accordingly.
[Image: example Instantaneous HD Dance Party in question
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Que Muzak: {pending approval, etc*} Praise You, Fat Boy Slim, Big Beach Boutique 5 [DjZed alt: This Is Not A Test] volume up, booty shaken, dance flor quaken action
MOVE !!
[Track Ends]
Que Muzak: {pending*} Praise You (Purple Disco Machine hyper-extended virtual reality remix) DjZed Alternat Selection: FILE NAME NOT FOUND]]
[Pan across to Character reveal: Bartholemue Jackson Debtstone Jr The Third, aka BjDj3, currently the internationally recognized 4th wealthiest gaming tycoon west of the Mississippi River, and heir to the notorious HQ:TC VR Game Publishing Syndicate Empire.
Multi-Bazzillionaire Tycoon from the oldest of old money, west of the Mississippi River.
Arguably the worst dancer at the club, any club, where ever he is dancing... and he's almost always dancing his little heart out like a mad man having fits and seizures on rythm with the Muzak.
Some people swear that they believe him to be an artificial alien cyborge from another planet.
Others simply dismiss him as a self-promoting image-brand nerd quack with nothing but video games and dance parties in his wheelhouse.
But his earnest love for the muzak always seemed to make up for it in the eyes of most who found themselves caught up in one of his unexpected art-vision public mob-flash party bombs of psychadelic delights and robot dance muzak.
And BESIDES- he does it like he thinks no one is watching and it is all just about making his body move and his heart rate elevate and his vibe, spiritually speaking.
He always broke out into a healthy sweat.
'Twas, indeed, unavoidable.
I mean, listen to the track.
go on...
Turn it up... and get on your feet and really listen to it.
...and then sit there and tell me with a straight face that you didn't wiggle. You did not dance.
nonsense. ya did.
and ya know it.
~~~
that's the kind of fool on the floor BjDj the III was, in his retro engineered pseudo-silk designer dance clothes from top name designerz and his fancy lights that always light everything just right, just so, groovin to the muzak's rhythm.
His wealth afforded him a certain certainty. Where ever he went, he walked into the building as if he owned it. And often times he did, or had, or might be about to. His wealth afforded him a certain certainty that he could dance his silly dancing heart out, ANY where, at ANY time, in ANY situation or context, at the literal drop of a hat. A fancy hat. Usually a fancy hat, sometimes a silly hat. Quite often a remarkably antiquated and arguably vintage antique Top Hat made hand-crafted ingredients of rare and exotic sourcing and designed in his industrial logo trade-brand colors of of a sensuous double deep black and deep passion purple satin.
His wealth afforded him a certain certainty of getting the dace floor fired up was his devine right, and his alone. A comical confidance, as if he were steppin onto the mainstage flor of the GlobeVis international prime time sensation "Futurz Dance Fever NOW" in HDV live on gobal television and everyone in the world was watching and cheering.
You would get swept up and virtually carried off into his personal designer DanceFever CyberVision if you had the misfortune of standing near enough in range of his Top Tier HDvr Public Broadcasting Gear.
[image of Discotheque light show illustration]
This billionaire eccentric carried around a Hyper Surreal Dance Extravaganza Mini-Party Machine in his virtual shirt pocket that could priority over-ride just about anyone's integrated Personal VR HUD systemz in real-time, without setting off alarms, so long as your public profile welcomed DanceParty invitations.
He was infamous.
Like In-Famouse : both HATED and BELOVED for doing this, in public, at his own expense, for free, with TopTier Security Clearance and Def4Public Safety Authority Clearance.
Lucid Psychadelic Virtual Reality hyper HD Immersive Instantaneous HIGH Definition Dance Party
Literally at the drop of a hat.
And he always had a silly and or fancy hat on hand.
~~~
Yes, it was that kind of day.
Yes, this is that kind of book.
[Video clip Dance Party compilation from various incidents]
Yes, he was that kind of crazy-rich loony-bin bazzillionaire with endless wealth, power, access, and MOST Importantly: public adoration.
[B-roll of adoring crowds compilation, cheering, applauding, adoring dancing enthusiasts from a variety of these dance party incidents]
He Crashed weddings, to give a surprise second best man toast speech, totally authentically real, unscripted, and usually a genuine tear starter to give the crashed wedding party a real gem of a moment to remember.
Then, from out of nowhere, seemingly-
An HDvr ultraLush Dance floor, with all the bells and whistles and a fully functional and very real, and totally FREE open bar would appear as if by wizzardly magic, and the rest of that wedding party's night would go "off the rails" as the kids say.
SafePods for everyone's commute back, no charge. and the venue was always left cleaner than it started out. (And often, quietly, miraculously out of debt, and suddenly booked solid for a full year cycle)
The usual talking heads and society geeks of the Public Court of Opinion Makers all took turns castigating and alternately praising him for his eccentricity. Some stalwarts unwaveringly called him a public nuisance, one called him a downright danger to society.... but they also always seemed to tragically seem to always manage to be in the wrong place at the wrong time so as to quite often miss these unannounced and unpredictable party pup-up experiential events in the wilds of post-Urban Dystopian Society.
Mysterious were the ways of this eccentric psychedelic dancing bazzillionaire.
