(Not) A Vanilla Levelling System

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Black Friday is symbolic of tragedy.

To be honest, I don't know the original origin of the term. People tell stories, news of something terrible spreads, and suddenly it's widespread. Normalised. Considered part of an irrational tradition that hasn't even been empirically tested. I guess that's how a myth is formed.

I don't believe in myths.

However, the myth is now a reality.

From the window of my house, I anxiously looked out.

On an old Harley Davidson motorbike whose maroon paint had mostly faded, sat the person I really didn't want to see when I was about to greet the morning.

Silas. Or Darren. Or whatever his stupid name is, depending on which story you believe.

Actually, Elena had warned me last night on that last thrilling phone ring. "As we are now bound in a professional partnership, we sincerely hope you can make yourself comfortable with our other partner, Mr McKane. Disputes are unproductive, and we're both trying to avoid that, surely?"

Elena actually knew about the hist