You pull your knife out of your latest mark and take his wallet. "One million dollars, what a shit mug,"you mutter.
Looking for something to do outside your normal routine, your eye lands on an advertisement in the Torn City Times. Something about ranked wars. It sounds silly, but you’ve heard stories about the spoils of war and decide to continue reading.
“Level 15 and donator status required?” You exclaim leaning against a wall. "f**k off, that’s bullshit; or isn’t it?" You think to yourself as a few passers-by glare at you for your outburst. The potential payout could more than cover life on a private island. Then maybe you can finally stop smuggling flowers and be part of something bigger. Time to make a name for yourself in this godforsaken city. You are a warrior after all, and not a florist!
I'm still convinced you are a troll. You put autistic in your name and don't want to be called autistic. It's like wearing a T-shirt with some profanity on it and getting angry at everyone that reads it.
Quite frankly you are making people who are neurodiverse look bad by making a mockery of yourself. And Ched didn't lose money. He just didn't make more off of you because you are simply too soft for Torn. It happens.
I hope you find a game that better suits you. That said, can I have your stuff?
I understand that the money generated was a problem, but I agree with Beerstein that this killed the fun for many of us, including myself.
If it's not realistically possible to reach the point where you can get those 4 SE's a day, why bother? I totally get that inflation can totally destroy the game, but nuking the investors is overkill in my book.