All who play in this bizarre casino become whirling marionettes whose
strings are controlled by the gluttonous gamin of greed. Its electronic
tentacles reach out to every corner of the world, and a million dreams are
devoured in less than a heartbeat. The players become mindless puppets, who
attempt to kiss the golden horns of Mammon, before Dame Luck turns her gaze
askew. The object of the game is to form the highest mountain of wealth before
the toll of the closing bell brings an end to that days contest. To meet this
end, each contestant has a plethora of presumptions on how other players will
react to vacuous information that flows along the ethereal electronic Styx that
connects the real world and Elysium.
An Industrial giant can be brought to its knees because it failed to meet
the expectation that some mind (unknown to most) pulled from ether vast as a
maxim that it must obey.
Its very existence is threatened because a dividend missed that hazy
target by a few cents. Floods of tears are shed by those who guessed wrong
about the giant‘s fate, but those astute players who guessed right will bear
smiles that will outshine the sun in a cloudless sky. Few contestants realizing
that their actions controlled the giant‘s fate.
Never has a game been played simultaneously by more opponents.
Never has there been more at stake.
Never has inanity had more control.
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