Yesterday's News vol. 21
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Raucous laughter soared up from the Smokepits of Nebanke Citadel, and drowned all the thousands of screams, for the Fire God, Neb the Burner, had visited rude devastation upon the testicles of his enemies. It was a plan of many years, for Fire Gods may think far ahead in their schemes. Neb the Burner had sent his gilded Flameguard to Mor’Eck and bade them to hide gold in much of the ground. Bamboozled by wealth, this drew his vile enemies out of their strongholds-the Crude Prospectors of Mor’Eck, anathema to Neb. For years, the Prospectors laid their tendrils across all the lands their eyes could encompass, from stony badland to verdant forest, for they believed gold was to be found in the land of Mor’Eck. And only once they had sunk the king’s fortunes of their nigh-bottomless coffers into that land, Neb the Burner set it all ablaze, and made it worthless, overnight. But this was not the genius of Neb’s dark plot. It was only then that the Crude Prospectors of Mor’Eck became truly vulnerable. For they had sold all but their strongholds in the rush for gilded earth, and now sold even their strongholds, designed to mighty that even the Gods of Fire could not scorch them. Their last pennies and bits of gold they took with them and searched for a place where it may be hid, and where they may hide themselves, thus to grow more precious gold and reclaim their fortresses and spires. At last, the gray priest-men of the Obscuratii offered succor. Deep in their ichorous black blood of the earth, no Fire God could look to see money or man hidden beneath, and because it was liquid, no Fire God would touch it, lest his fires be quenched. So tricked, the Crude Prospectors of Mor’Eck sunk their money into oil, and the Fire God, Neb the Burner, lit their fortunes ablaze and made them worthless. And Sarbox the Destroyer watched, approving.
Oil is down to 126 and falling. Oil was only up over 90 because of those dirty bitches in the Futures markets. 10 points to the first person who can tell me who Neb the Burner is.
Raucous laughter soared up from the Smokepits of Nebanke Citadel, and drowned all the thousands of screams, for the Fire God, Neb the Burner, had visited rude devastation upon the testicles of his enemies. It was a plan of many years, for Fire Gods may think far ahead in their schemes. Neb the Burner had sent his gilded Flameguard to Mor’Eck and bade them to hide gold in much of the ground. Bamboozled by wealth, this drew his vile enemies out of their strongholds-the Crude Prospectors of Mor’Eck, anathema to Neb. For years, the Prospectors laid their tendrils across all the lands their eyes could encompass, from stony badland to verdant forest, for they believed gold was to be found in the land of Mor’Eck. And only once they had sunk the king’s fortunes of their nigh-bottomless coffers into that land, Neb the Burner set it all ablaze, and made it worthless, overnight. But this was not the genius of Neb’s dark plot. It was only then that the Crude Prospectors of Mor’Eck became truly vulnerable. For they had sold all but their strongholds in the rush for gilded earth, and now sold even their strongholds, designed to mighty that even the Gods of Fire could not scorch them. Their last pennies and bits of gold they took with them and searched for a place where it may be hid, and where they may hide themselves, thus to grow more precious gold and reclaim their fortresses and spires. At last, the gray priest-men of the Obscuratii offered succor. Deep in their ichorous black blood of the earth, no Fire God could look to see money or man hidden beneath, and because it was liquid, no Fire God would touch it, lest his fires be quenched. So tricked, the Crude Prospectors of Mor’Eck sunk their money into oil, and the Fire God, Neb the Burner, lit their fortunes ablaze and made them worthless. And Sarbox the Destroyer watched, approving.
Oil is down to 126 and falling. Oil was only up over 90 because of those dirty bitches in the Futures markets. 10 points to the first person who can tell me who Neb the Burner is.