One day I was in the trade room when a mysterious man in a black cloak walked in and started selling diamonds...for 1000 platinum coins each! Shocked and appalled by this, I walked up to his table and said "YOU ARE CAUSING INFLATION SIR!" But he was unresponsive and continued selling his diamonds. "LIKE HENRY FORD, THE BOURGEOISIE HERO OF THE COMMON MAN, I SHALL SAVE THE ECONOMY AND CORRECT THIS INJUSTICE!"
I dashed (and I dash fast) over to another trade table and began selling diamonds at their proper price of 500 platinum, only to have the cloaked gouger begin purchasing them and reselling them at 1000 plat! I put more diamonds on the table, but it was all in vain, with the invisible hand forcing me to sell my diamonds to this profit-taking kapitalista. Just when it seems all hope is lost, the door to the trading house slams open. The Steward of Zormite, Uri Vastinov enters!
"THE PLAYERS ARE ENTITLED TO A JUST DIAMOND PRICE!" booms Richard Ian Cox as Uri moves his mouth, the dub not quite a perfect match. He unsheathes his sword, The Great Compensator, and it begins to take on a diamond-like shimmer.
"ADAMANT BARRAGE!" shouts Richie Cox as Uri swings his sword! Diamond prices immediately fall to 800 platinum. Uri repeats this, and knocks their value down to 600 platinum. Being that he is not an astute economist, he raises his sword, ready to fire off another one. Once again it is up to me to avert economic catastrophe.
"HOLD IT!" I shout! "IF YOU FIRE IT AGAIN, YOU'LL KNOCK PRICES DOWN TO 400 PLATINUM!"
"Oh yeah..." mutters Richard.
"We need some senior talent on this." I say, as I hold my wand up above my head, just then remembering that spells can't be casted in the trade room.
Uri suddenly has a rare moment of insight. "I've got this." says Cox. The Great Compensator suddenly turns red, dispelling the anti-spell barrier permeating the trading house.
"COMMAND UNDEAD!" I shout! The floorboards in front of me shatter as Adam Smith, John Maynard Keynes and Milton Friedman rise up from the ground.
I explain the dillema to the resurrected master economists. We conference together and realize that there wouldn't be this problem if we just killed off the cloaked economic terrorist.
"THE MARKET MUST BE SUBJUGATED TO THE SOCIAL INTEREST!" I cry! My compatriots in the trade room take up my rallying cry and we surround the cloaked figure. Suddenly, he throws off his cloak and reveals his identity! It's Sisok!
"You may have foiled my plot this time! But there are others like me...we've banded together and formed a new organization - the KT brigrade!" says Sisok. He runs out the door and into a system of directors and lightning walls Ed was building outside.
This crisis averted, I return to my seat, left to ponder whether or not Sisok was bluffing or if there really is a KT brigade dedicated to driving us to economic ruin. Either way, more adventures lie ahead for Zoogi Zerako, Graal's bourgeoisie hero of the common man!
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