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|I just needed to FINSIH something, so i wrote this quickly. My mom always loves talking about how one percent of the qorld has 99 percent of the wealth, and they were just hording it all, which of course got me thinking (never a good idea!)...Somehow it lead to this story.||
Iíll tell you a secrete: us with the money, yeah we donít want you to have any of it.
Nope. You need to stay right there were you are. Why do you need the money anyways? Itís not going to make you happy. The little millionaires, they want you to think that. They diluted themselves into thinking that if you thought that money was the key to happiness, it somehow will turn into that allusive key. Stupid little millionaires and billionaires. What does Bill Gates know about happiness anyways? Heís not even that wealthy.
Iím wealthy. I have enough riches to make the greediest of men sick with disgust. Whatís a couple hundred trillion dollars compared to living in the city of Atlantis? Whatís important about the hope diamond when you use Excalibur as a toothpick? Iíve just had so much time to collect itÖ
I know that money does not equal happiness. But happiness is overrated. What is truly important in this life is revenge.
Thatís why we did it. Thatís why we took all the money and left you squabbling for our mere crumbs.
Revenge. Revenge and honor. Thatís what matters in this world.
You hunted us down. Disturbed our rest. Fought us in the dead of night. Killed our families, our loved ones. For what? For our treasures.
Wealth does not equal happiness!
You were so excited about your treasures that you thought we were gone. You thought we were extinct. You forgot about us, marking us as legends and myth.
The last of us just waited. Taking back what belonged to us in the first place. Soon there were just the crumbs. And you are fighting each other for them. All the while we pull your strings.
We are not stupid. We want you to kill off your precious knights. For then who will stop us when we make our last stand?
Maybe this time youíll be the ones counting all the treasures in your hordeÖÖ
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