08-16-2017, 05:23 PM
(08-16-2017, 05:07 PM)Gaston Wrote: I wish I had a bag with infinite currency of all kinds.
Your wish is granted. Now with infinite money at your finger tips, the toil of the ordinary man becomes beneath you and the value of objects and service becomes meaningless. You exist within a void where your life has no purpose or point when all problems can be solved by reaching only into your bag. You become dependent upon the magic bag and the many servants and advisors you employ through it, ultimately devolving into a god-like mass of non-consciousness that needs not even make rudimentary decisions as you have already paid people to make them for you. Your unlimited supply of money, over time, devalues the currency of not only this earth, but the universe which your existence holds sway over. After a millennia of being sustained through this infinite supply of money by the universe's top scientists, galactic economies have collapsed by over use of the bag, yet you do not even register it, or anything.
Finally, after 2000 years of subsisting in a vegetative god-state, you are torn away from your palace dais, the tubes which you survive in shattered to the cobblestones by a rabble of people who have finally rejected the capitalistic system which you have ruined through this wish. Centuries pass, and finally your ancient body parts have become relics with which people barter for to obtain "good fortune," thus planting a seed of commerce which will one day destroy the anarcho-communist dictatorship which your wish brought forth.
I wish the-powers-that-be would release a remastered version of the Ocean dub for Dragon Ball Z.