[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

[multidisciplinary]

[ Zelda's brand of politeness is so earnest that you just can't dislike it. ]

If there was demand for such an establishment in the Devildom, there may well be demand here as well. Though we all hail from different worlds, many of our number seem to share similar tastes in restaurants. Dreambucks is an excellent example.

[ Are you desperate enough for money to start a bunny-boy restaurant, Mammon? ]

[stupidmammon]

Oh yeah. I guess dreambucks is kinda like that huh. I guess with all the fairies floatin' around I forgot that we could also join in and whatever.

[ he's got the attitude for it anyway. ]

[multidisciplinary]

Yes, it seems there are a number of entrepreneurially-minded dreamwalkers among us. The selection of wares in the marketplace has grown quite robust over the winter.

If you do elect to establish your own business, you could impose your own restrictions on what materials you are willing to accept in barter for food and service, such as payments in the form of gems or precious metals.

[ Flaunt it, Mammon! ]