Ah, dear readers, there’s nothing quite like the feeling of sitting atop your empire, surrounded by the trappings of wealth and power. As I lounge in my throne-like chair, a towering werewolf serves as my footstool - a constant reminder of my dominance. It’s moments like these that I’m reminded why I’ve spent nearly two millennia accumulating my vast fortune. The thrill isn’t just in the gold, but in the power it affords me over those less fortunate.
I find myself pondering this very thought as I gaze out at the bustling crowd below. A single coin, carelessly tossed from my window, sends them scrambling like rats in a maze. Their desperation is almost palpable as they fight tooth and nail for a mere fraction of what I consider pocket change. It’s a cruel game, perhaps, but one that never fails to amuse me. After all, what’s the point of wealth if not to wield it like a weapon? And wield it I do, with great relish and little remorse.
But why stop there? Oh no, my dear Anonymous. This little coin toss is merely an appetizer for the main course. You see, true satisfaction lies not just in watching others squabble over scraps, but in knowing that their very livelihoods hang by a thread - a thread I hold firmly in my claws. Every loan from the Golden Hoard comes with strings attached, and when those strings are pulled… well, let’s just say the resulting dance is quite the spectacle. So come, join me in my game of cat and mouse. Borrow from me if you dare, and let’s see how long you can keep up with the payments. The show is always free for me to enjoy.
>Soulkyn