[OPEN] Childish anger intensifies

[stupidmammon]

Sender: Mammon
To: Everyone
Subject: Journal Text

[ Enjoy his cutesy comic sans like hand writing. ]



I. CAN'T. TAKE IT ANYMORE!

WHERE THE HELL IS ALL THE VALUABLES IN THIS PLACE?! NOT A CENT. NOT A GRIMM. NOT A SINGLE MORSEL OF MONETARY VALUE.

HOWS ANYONE SUPPOSE TO LIVE LIKE THIS?!



I feel like I'm losing my mind.

Comments

[lonelysmiles]

[Alastor yes.]

You haven't noticed people discussing those crystals? True, not many seem to discuss them, but there was some information not too long ago about them not being the same as the crystals found in the local mine.

[stupidmammon]

Wait, you ain't talkin' abut the crystals we hadta use for those dumb who people, are ya? Cause I already tried to take some of 'em home and Satan wouldn't let me.

[lonelysmiles]

No no no no! The ones that run appliances and other such things here! Surely you remember when they first appeared a few months back?

[stupidmammon]

[ . . . Something about this feels so fishy to him, but he can't risk not having something to gain here. ]

O-Oh yeah. Definitely. I totally remember that.

[lonelysmiles]

If you don't believe me, have a look: Last month, sent by what seems to be a former resident. The subject line is "Crystal Observations". And two months ago by the same author, "Crystal Research". You can't miss them.

[The best way to screw with someone? Use the absolute truth to prey on their weaknesses.]

[stupidmammon]

I wonder if he ever grabbed any crystals for himself... Maybe his junk is still where his place was....

[lonelysmiles]

Wouldn't know! Not very interesting to my mind, but perhaps it'll be worth your time to check!

[Should be fun to watch.]

[stupidmammon]

Wait. Why the hell isn't it interestin' to you though?

[lonelysmiles]

Greed wasn't my primary sin in life or death. Gluttony was more my speed considering I killed and ate my victims.

[stupidmammon]

... Yeah you'd make good friends with Beel.

[lonelysmiles]

Never had the pleasure of meeting my version of the Prince of Gluttony. Perhaps I'll meet your version someday here.

[stupidmammon]

He'd probably wanna eat you think'n you taste like a deer.

[lonelysmiles]

As much as I'd dislike getting eaten, he'd have excellent taste: Venison is one of my personal favorites.

[Still cannibalism given he's a deer demon.]

[stupidmammon]

How do you keep things so casual like that?

[lonelysmiles]

Why, it's simple! I'm already dead and in Hell. I have literally nothing left to lose save my own existence!

[stupidmammon]

Huh.... ya know that's like. Literally the first thing you've said that actually makes sense.

[lonelysmiles]

Oh what I say makes perfect sense, my good man! The question is how well are you listening?

[stupidmammon]

Nah it's definitely impossible to understand you usually. You always talk all... smartsy and stuff.

[lonelysmiles]

I weep for the current generation if my way of speaking is "smartsy and stuff". When I was alive, this was talking to the everyday American in an accent everyone could clearly understand.

[stupidmammon]

Oooi! Don't go actin' like I'm a child here! I'm older than you!

[ ... he thinks. ]

[lonelysmiles]

Is that so? Well, that's certainly interesting! You really can't tell the true age of a demon from his looks!

If you count my actual living hears, I'm almost 120. You?

[stupidmammon]

HAH! I was right I am older! I'm already thousands of years old~~~

[lonelysmiles]

Ah, I do apologize! I shouldn't have been laughing at your mental degradation!

[Mammon, there was no way you were going to win this one.]

[stupidmammon]

Degra— COME OVER HERE AN SAY THAT TO MY FACE, KID!

[lonelysmiles]

Absolutely! One should show at least some respect to one's elders, after all!

Where shall I meet you?