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Timothy Lee Johnson swiped his brow with his sawdust-encrusted hand as he lurched forward, inhaling deeply. After taking aim, he unleashed a storm onto a small, wooden, disk-like object that was lying inanimate before him. Arboreal dust and shavings surged into the air, revealing Tim’s coveted creation. Using unparalleled skills of carpentry and carving to imprint an image of the United States’ third president, Thomas Jefferson, onto a perfectly round disk composed of lignin and cellulose, the man had created a wooden nickel. Pausing for a moment to relish his triumphant moment, Tim lacked motivation for anything excluded from staring at his wondrous craft. Abundant as his euphoria was- indeed, a reward on its own- the formation of the organic currency was only the first step towards a grander goal.

Welling excitement cut Tim’s silent celebration short as he confidently pinched the wooden nickel between two fingers and made his way towards his personal computer. Upon activation, he immediately opened a window to his favorite cryptocurrency trading forum. Wasting no more time, he tossed his newborn currency- “Woodels”, he called them- into the cryptocurrency ring. It took mere seconds for the new monetary system to find buyers, and as Tim predicted, its own value was quickly rising. Tim smirked as he watched the green pillars that represented his woodels on the stock chart successively grow in height. Finally, no more slavery to my wages. No more entrapement in this ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ capitalist cage, he thought as he leaned into his seat, fixated on the trading arena.

Across an ocean, in a secluded chamber lined with myriad display screens, a pair of shadowy figures observed the dynamic fluctuations of an array of cryptocurrency markets. Neither made even the most minute movement, until the sound of a loud buzz emanated from both characters’ pockets. In unison, they both reached for their cellphones and placed them beside their heads in the blink of an eye, and as a few seconds passed, they unanimously uttered, “He launched?” A spare moment transpired, and then both entities disintegrated into lightless, microscopic particles that flew into the monitors that adorned the chamber. A continent away, Tim’s corporeal form was suddenly atomized and sucked into the computer that he used to inspect the success of his woodels.

It was only until his brain, and the rest of his form, was reconstituted into the world wide web itself that Tim regained consciousness. His senses restored, he observed himself standing on an incomprehensibly wide plane of nothingness, the ground replaced with a smooth, dark surface, the sky a dark backdrop of levitating numbers and bars colored green and crimson. Though perplexing at first, Tim soon realized that he was situated onto a landscape of cryptocurrency graphs; as if he had been shrunken down to a character in an infographic. What’s more, the value grade of his very own woodels was in the distance, constant iterations of his money’s value still rising as beams of green light pointed to the sky. What stood between him and the value bars interested him more. Two identical men stood before him, clad in expensive tuxedo suits.

Most intriguing about the individuals standing opposed to him were their strangely bloated faces. They both had shiny, bulbous lips, chins, and cheeks, like a circus clown. Their swollen features even seemed to force their eyes into permanent squinting, as if they had been stung by bees.
“Bonjour,” they said in unison, with heavy French accents. “So the legends are true, then,” remarked Tim as his military training quelled his confusion and fear, a response to his cognizance of the danger ahead. “You brought me here for a reason; so what’s the next step of your master plan?” Tim asked. “Crashing this market. With no survivors.” they answered simultaneously. “Not this time, Bog.” Tim retorted as he began to channel his inner finance chakra. His form was wreathed in brilliant, green light as he collected appreciation into his hands and funneled it at the tyrants of cryptocurrency.

“Dump it,” they both spoke robotically as they returned fire with an intense, beet-red beam of depreciation. The two columns of stock market energy collided head-on, compounding into a tremendous flash of blinding light. Using his training for controlling his senses, the unfazed Timothy Lee Johnson lept forward to meet the rival Bogdanoff. They clashed in a furious tangle of thrown jabs and kicks, each attack having reverberations that affected Tim’s woodels. For each blow to the Frenchman, the woodels appreciated. For each wound to Tim, they depreciated. Though skilled, Bogdanoff had met his match, and the value of the woodels oscillated without any significant deviation. Completely absorbed by the enemy at hand, Tim forgot about the other Bogdanoff, who was nowhere to be seen.

Far above ground, the other cryptocurrency tyrant hovered over the two combatants. It became apparent to him that his brother would need his intervention. “Eat my shorts,” he spat as he unleashed a depreciation beam onto Tim from above. The military man suddenly found himself alone as his opposing Bogdanoff vanished and reappeared next to his brother in the sky. Perplexed, he couldn’t have anticipated the incoming inflation ray. It blasted him and his woodels, and an array of increasingly long red bars sank below the transparent. From above, the Bogdanoffs observed the scarlet haze that shrouded their victim. Unbeknownst to them, Tim weathered the attack and clutched his lone woodel in his hands, focusing more appreciation into his palms, charging the fiercest beam of economic growth he could muster.

Just in time for the shroud to dissipate, the Frenchmen could see Tim honing his appreciation beam. Surprised but undaunted, the Bogdanoffs returned in kind with another combined inflation ray. Tim’s energies met his enemies’, yet the cryptocurrency miner’s might surpassed the Bogdanoffs’ and had shredded past. Taken by surprise, the Bogdanoffs were pummeled as the beam stayed its course. At that instant, Tim found himself back in a body of organic molecules, not information-loaded electrons, sitting at his desk. His monitor showed a tremendously tall green bar, a sign of a massive growth in woodel value. Surprised and relieved, Tim simply stared at his monitor, amazed at his triumph over the Bogdanoffs. Best of all, he would no longer be a wagie trapped in a cagie.

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Thanks Tim.

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Thank you Tim, my soul is saved.

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There is always time to turn back from your evil, degenerate ways. Do not risk your Perianal area for sexual satisfaction.

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Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the harp on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the deadwood burning,
Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?

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Mago Musculoso: This is it
Mago Musculoso: these are the end times

All hail His Grace King Tim, of House USA Army, First of His Name, King of the Large Meats and the Aroused Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm.

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We'll miss you, be careful and watch out for the skeletons.

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Where were you when terrorblade is kill

i was sat in jungle, farming satanic

Icefrog is call me

'Terrorblade is kill'

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Where were you when terrorblade is kill

i was sat in jungle, farming satanic

Icefrog is call me

'Terrorblade is kill'

нет

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