Auction
Author: One eye
last update Last Updated: 2024-02-06 17:41:06

Stepping out of the digital haven of the Spark Library, the weight of the conversation pressed down on me. The need to upgrade our infrastructure was undeniable, but the path forward remained shrouded in shadows. Could I truly consider Slapjack's suggestion? Utilise the System, a twisted game of public humiliation orchestrated by an unknown entity, to fund the rebellion against oppressive elites like Bentley Blackwood and his ilk?

The irony twisted in my gut. The System, with its pixelated world of humiliating slaps and exorbitant fees, fed on the same societal injustices the rebellion fought against. Was I to become a pawn in this unknown game, exploiting and humiliating others, even if the targets were the powerful, just to fund a fight for freedom?

The walk home was a blur of conflicting emotions. Every gleaming skyscraper, every flaunting display of wealth felt like a slap in the face. These symbols of power and excess were built on the backs of the downtrodden, the very people th
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