On the Brink, Inside the Race to Stop the Collapse of the Global Dump Buck System
Aug 28, 2018 0:20:20 GMT
Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2018 0:20:20 GMT
It’s now or never, I thought, as I prepared myself for the moment that was to come. I had made a huge mistake. The fatality of the moment hung in the air, like a noose dangling in front of my face in the pitch black. I knew this had to be done. As any good Journalist knows, breaking a story first is the key to controlling the narrative. The knowledge was out there. The leaks were coming. This moment was pivotal to the survival of everything I had built – The Piggy Bank, the Chicago Bulls, that one thread that I never look at. Like when R. Kelly released the song “I Admit”, I knew that this moment would be my way of bringing back in my court.
I stepped out onto the raucous stage. They wanted to know why their accounts were frozen, why they couldn’t upgrade their players. All the GMs were there – even Soup had shown up, demanding an immediate exchange of his dump bucks into pig pennies at the previous non-shit rate. I had a prepared statement, but I froze.
I looked down at the paper. It read well – it made sense. It had been used for years. Records indicate ank has accepted dump bucks as a viable store of value, no one had said anything in 4.0. I had even advocated for the switch to pig pennies. It was even ME who discovered the indiscretion! I remember it like it was yesterday – I had left my wallet outside on a long day, and I walked down to pick it up and I got whiff that something was wrong. I immediately launched an internal investigation, and two teams of independent scientists sworn to secrecy validated each others findings -- Dump Bucks were literal shit. It was ME who realized the error. But the messenger often gets killed, and this crowd was hungry for blood.
The lights beat down on me. The sounds of JHB crying somehow made it through the barely contained chaos among the audience. Odins massive silhouette stood in the shadow, in front of the doorway to the only exit in the room. I gulped. I opened my mouth to speak and began as if it was a normal shareholder meeting – “Gentlemen and Bankz, I welco---” and that’s when I took a dump.
I stepped out onto the raucous stage. They wanted to know why their accounts were frozen, why they couldn’t upgrade their players. All the GMs were there – even Soup had shown up, demanding an immediate exchange of his dump bucks into pig pennies at the previous non-shit rate. I had a prepared statement, but I froze.
I looked down at the paper. It read well – it made sense. It had been used for years. Records indicate ank has accepted dump bucks as a viable store of value, no one had said anything in 4.0. I had even advocated for the switch to pig pennies. It was even ME who discovered the indiscretion! I remember it like it was yesterday – I had left my wallet outside on a long day, and I walked down to pick it up and I got whiff that something was wrong. I immediately launched an internal investigation, and two teams of independent scientists sworn to secrecy validated each others findings -- Dump Bucks were literal shit. It was ME who realized the error. But the messenger often gets killed, and this crowd was hungry for blood.
The lights beat down on me. The sounds of JHB crying somehow made it through the barely contained chaos among the audience. Odins massive silhouette stood in the shadow, in front of the doorway to the only exit in the room. I gulped. I opened my mouth to speak and began as if it was a normal shareholder meeting – “Gentlemen and Bankz, I welco---” and that’s when I took a dump.
