Post by Hobbes on Jun 2, 2015 13:11:46 GMT -5
Entry 8a:
As the Bottlecaps become more and more spread out among the sprites, their spirits gradually rise. Humanity (or at least the humanity we know) has in fact, progressed back into a shopping culture. Slowly we, the Administration have implemented a stable financial economy that some have come to depend on. We really are helping people to help themselves... so why do i feel so dirty about it?
An inclinig itch scratches the back of my head. A familiar concern, that reminds me of horrors of an old world.
I don't trust the guy who dropped these in my lap, but the effects have been too positive to ignore.
Spiffo's!? Didn't that used to be a restaurant? Nothing but the bottlecaps seem to be adding up, about this.
With more than just one way for sprites to stack up these Bottlecaps, we needed more than just a shop to keep the caps flowing. Eventually a stock market came to life, followed by more ways to make Bottlecaps, which in turn preceded more ways to spend them. On and on this vicious cycle went as I barely had time to restore my homage to the Collisseum. I wonder if we are too far down the rabbit hole to turn back yet?
Entry 8b:
With everyone's bank balances buzzing and the shops exporting goods as the cycle continues to loop, a note appeared in front me on my travels.
All it said was "More..." and it was signed "Spiffo's! inc." Without much direction or reasoning we started providing more. Throwing massive events and zombie killing parties not really even considering that at any moment it all could turn to shit. We were in their pocket now. It seems our concerns for the sprites have been molded beyond our will into the efforts of Spiffo's! inc.
We must fight this unassuming assimilation of the Spiffo corporation, but the pull is too strong. Our only remaining ounces of free-will dont even seem like ours anymore as they align so perfectly with the commands of the great and powerful Spiffo! ALLHAILKINGSPIFFO!
Whoa... where did that come from?
Entry 8c:
Isn't Spiffo's inc. swell? I mean, just the greatest corporation to have ever existed? I certainly think so.
Today there was some confusion at the railyards. That poor little girl... if only her father knew what she was up against, he might have told her to run far away instead. He may have run far away, himself.
Such trifling matters mean so little to me anymore. All i can think of is how to please our raccoon-shaped overlord. Stocks may rise and fall, but my dedication to this powerful supply never dwindles.
As the Bottlecaps become more and more spread out among the sprites, their spirits gradually rise. Humanity (or at least the humanity we know) has in fact, progressed back into a shopping culture. Slowly we, the Administration have implemented a stable financial economy that some have come to depend on. We really are helping people to help themselves... so why do i feel so dirty about it?
An inclinig itch scratches the back of my head. A familiar concern, that reminds me of horrors of an old world.
I don't trust the guy who dropped these in my lap, but the effects have been too positive to ignore.
Spiffo's!? Didn't that used to be a restaurant? Nothing but the bottlecaps seem to be adding up, about this.
With more than just one way for sprites to stack up these Bottlecaps, we needed more than just a shop to keep the caps flowing. Eventually a stock market came to life, followed by more ways to make Bottlecaps, which in turn preceded more ways to spend them. On and on this vicious cycle went as I barely had time to restore my homage to the Collisseum. I wonder if we are too far down the rabbit hole to turn back yet?
Entry 8b:
With everyone's bank balances buzzing and the shops exporting goods as the cycle continues to loop, a note appeared in front me on my travels.
All it said was "More..." and it was signed "Spiffo's! inc." Without much direction or reasoning we started providing more. Throwing massive events and zombie killing parties not really even considering that at any moment it all could turn to shit. We were in their pocket now. It seems our concerns for the sprites have been molded beyond our will into the efforts of Spiffo's! inc.
We must fight this unassuming assimilation of the Spiffo corporation, but the pull is too strong. Our only remaining ounces of free-will dont even seem like ours anymore as they align so perfectly with the commands of the great and powerful Spiffo! ALLHAILKINGSPIFFO!
Whoa... where did that come from?
Entry 8c:
Isn't Spiffo's inc. swell? I mean, just the greatest corporation to have ever existed? I certainly think so.
Today there was some confusion at the railyards. That poor little girl... if only her father knew what she was up against, he might have told her to run far away instead. He may have run far away, himself.
Such trifling matters mean so little to me anymore. All i can think of is how to please our raccoon-shaped overlord. Stocks may rise and fall, but my dedication to this powerful supply never dwindles.