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[Araph]

This thread is still alive, right?

[PyroDesu]

I hope so.

I'll keep it that way if I must.

[mainiac]

Well, I will keep making suggestions as long as I keep noticing updates.

[Mullet Master]

I assure you , this game is not dead. I've been really busy lately and it's hard to sit down and make a respectable post. When I abandon the game, I will have the respect to let everyone know.

I'll have at least one turn this week, and maybe more.

[Mullet Master]

You laugh to yourself briefly... if your plan works, you are going to make a fortune. You take out your address book, and look up a list of names.

The councilman is coming in two hours .. and this place is almost empty. There are only a few dozen dwarves here, and to convince him you have the capacity to do what you are asking is going to be tough. You are going to need alot of help, so it's time to get on the phone again.

You call up your old friend Datan Morulsanreb, a senior banker at Ginondomas Bank and Trust. Ginondomas is an extremely conservative Dwarven bank, with one of the lowest default rates in the entire world. Having him around will most likely to make your venture look legitimate, and he can throw a hell of a party if things get boring.

"Datan, I need you to come down to Benthammers. In an hour."

His force sounds cheerful as usual, but the words make you wince.
"You know that we aren't going to loan you money for that place, Urist. It's no secret that place is shuttering within the month. Just call it quits. You're about due for retirement, anyway. Don't you still have that estate on Mt. Taran to go to? "


"Datan, I need you down at Benthammers. I need you bring some of the finest Dwarven Rum you can buy. At least a few bottles.  Bring the best cigars you have in your humidor. I intend on making both of us fabulously wealthy, but I just don't have the time to tell you the whole plan right now. I need you to put on a freshly pressed suit, get in your damn car, and move it down here.

We have a meeting with councilman Bomrek Fitzcactus."

"I'll be there in an hour and a half. If this is a joke, I'm going to call the loan on your automobile due tomorrow. Make sure your idiot guard lets me in!"

You chuckle and hang up the phone. You casually take off your suit jacket and hang it on an ornate coat rack.  You call the secretary, tell her of the plans, and tell her to get dinner catered to our board room in two and a half hours. The menu is going to be the finest of Dwarven Roasts, accompanied by Dwarven Wine. You need to prepare a few elements before the banker arrives.

1. What are you going to tell the banker of your plans?
2. How are you going to convince the banker to help you? You are going to have to convince the councilman that you have financial backing other than the Dwarven Government. Datan is an old friend, but to convince one of the most conservative banks to take a risk on you is going to be one of the toughest negotiations you've had to date.

Spoiler: Financial Report (click to show/hide)

Week 1 :
Income (est) : 20T of C.Steel to A. Guild ,50% disc +$10,000
Wages : $20,000
Operating Expenses : $50,000
Total : -$60,000
Cash on hand : $20,000
Estimated Cash, end-of-week : -$40,000
(The accountant has written on the bottom of the balance statement :"I'm resigning on Wednesday")
 

Spoiler: Production Status (click to show/hide)

Production Hall B(Smelting) Production started.  6 of 20 tons complete.

Spoiler: Personnel Record (click to show/hide)

Auroch the Ogre - Smelting Foreman - He seems to be in moderate spirits

Spoiler: Inventory (click to show/hide)

  -Pig Tail Cloth Suit- (worn)
Pig Leather Shoes(foreign)(worn)
-Briefcase- (carried)

Spoiler: Personal Holdings (click to show/hide)

Estate at Mt. Taran - ~$100,000
Classic Executive Sedan, V16 - $10,000
Personal Accounts - $15,000

[mainiac]

It lives!    I'll post later.  For now, I am considering the situation and how I can make it any more complicated.

[PyroDesu]

It lives!

And it will continue to live as long as I'm here.

Anyways, as I said:

Investigate the other production halls. We need to know what we are able to do other than just smelt.

If our men know we keep our finger on the pulse, they are more likely to keep their fingers on the pulse.

Metaphorically speaking.

We do have about an hour.

And be absolutely sure to tell the guard that we have guests arriving and that they are to be escorted in!

[mainiac]

By the by, how much is the actual building worth?  I presume that we can't mortgage's it because it belongs to the parent company obviously.  But how much would it be worth as an independent piece of real estate?  I'm just looking for a rough estimate that Urist could make based on the approximate square footage and the extreme state of disrepair.

[squeakyReaper]

Quickly, reflect! Datan is a good friend of yours. But, how loyal is he to the Dwarven government? You say it's a very conservative bank; they could get a lot out of ratting you out. You do have that nice estate, and they could get a penny out of selling it.

What's your history like with 'em?

[mainiac]

Here's how this is going to go down:
Greet Datan at the door, dressed to the nines.  Give him a warm fraternal hug and welcome him inside where your good-for-something-at-last security guard will take his coat and the girl behind the desk will offer him a glass of whatever wine you can rummage up.

"Datan, old chum, I want to show you the most beautiful pile of rubble you've ever laid your eyes on."
Lead him back to production hall B, while describing the situation plainly.
"I know what you are thinking, this place is an old decrepit pile of junk and it's not worth the scuffs on your schoes.  Give it to me straight, how much do you asses this building at?  A hundred thousand?  Fifty?  Well, it looks like a wreck because it is a wreck but that is gonna serve us just fine because that makes it cheap.  Come on upstairs with me."
"It's gonna be easy for you and me to buy this place, contracts, debts and whole for pennies on the dollar.  We've seen this drill before, leveraged management buyout.  But nobody's ever seen it like this.  Our old accounting teacher had that joke 'give me a leverage large enough, and the stones to use it and I'll buy the world.'  Well, Datan, today that leverage just dropped into my lap.  Don't worry, I'm not talking about this rundown trashheap.  I've got something to show you in the office.  Something that can never leave the room."
Remove the elven contract from the desk and show it to Datan.  "Nobdy knows about this but you, me and the elf.  We are talking serious revenue here.  The factory is viable.  But even more important is what we are dealing with.  Adamantium.  An honest to Armok ton of the stuff and the elves are going to let us get our hands on it.  That's good enough to back a measly 300 thousand.  But this is about more then a loan, Datan.  This is about what you and I can do with a golden fucking opportunity.
"I signed the contract out in the name of the factory.  You and I buy this factory, we get the adamantium and the elf contract too, completely free.  Think about what that does to your value estimates."  Smile proudly for a few moments while Datan processes this new information.  "But I'm just barely getting started."
"The elves aren't exactly being subtle here.  If they are making this, they mean war.  Maybe not against us, but war is coming all the same.  How many factories are there left from the Kobald Wars?  Last time I counted, it was one and you're standing in it.  That gives us a monopoly, but why stop there?
"Those old factories are still there, run down but useful.  We can build the old factories back up again with the wartime profits, make them proper, tabula rasa.  Get some dwarves working for us and get them acting like proper dwarves again.  The council won't stop us, they'll just be glad somebody in this nation is worth a damn.  Then we rebuild the factory towns properly, an industrial empire designed to last.
"This goddamn country.  It's falling to pieces around our ears.  The factories are falling into disrepair and somebody needs to save this crapsack of a nation from it's own apathy.  That somebody is us.  Datan, we've got the leverage.  You got the stones?"

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In case anyone is wondering, here is the new business model:

Step 1) Leverage
Step 2) Repeat Steps 1 and 2
Step 3) Own the world
Step 4) Profit!

[PyroDesu]

Oh god, we're going with tabula rasa?

Starting from scratch, no base to work up upon...

Are you sure that's wise? Even here, we are not starting tabula rasa, this place had facilities already in place for us, and so far we are using and building upon them. With a Tabula Rasa plan, we wouldn't have even that at other facilities! Use what's there already, not start from scratch!

[mainiac]

That was a metaphorical tabula rasa because we are rebuilding the industry.  We aren't literally going to knock down the factories!

I tend to be better at madcap scheming then clarity of expression.

[PyroDesu]

Aren't we all better at madcap schemes here at Bay12?

[Hitty40]

Aren't we all better at madcap schemes here at Bay12?

Mind if I sig this?

[PyroDesu]

Sure.

Anyways, A Tabula Rasa plan that simply involves using the current facilities at other factories sounds like a good idea, if we can get it going.

But still, let's solidify this one first.