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Gods, you’re terrible with dice. Playing, ignoring the price it costs us all when you roll. Don’t you know you’re gambling souls? Your coin is hearts, not diamonds to be split up for your funds. You say you’ll share the winnings, that in the end we’ll be kings. But when we are merely pawns forced to play your game in bonds, our end sees us locked in stocks, chained and sent to mine the blocks for building the Capital where you’ll sit to roll and hedge your bets against any edge we could ever hope to gain. Gods, you’ve caused enough pain - but we know your weighted die still beats everything we try.
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Apr 1, 2021
Apr 1, 2021 at 11:34 AM UTC
Dice
Gods, you’re terrible with dice. Playing, ignoring the price it costs us all when you roll. Don’t you know you’re gambling souls? Your coin is hearts, not diamonds to be split up for your funds. You say you’ll share the winnings, that in the end we’ll be kings. But when we are merely pawns forced to play your game in bonds, our end sees us locked in stocks, chained and sent to mine the blocks for building the Capital where you’ll sit to roll and hedge your bets against any edge we could ever hope to gain. Gods, you’ve caused enough pain - but we know your weighted die still beats everything we try.
For NaPoWriMo. A word dump on my thoughts about how the finance industry is often like a game of dice, or a gamble of any kind at all. Feel free to critique!
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Apr 1, 2021
Apr 1, 2021 at 11:34 AM UTC
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