When Things Get Worse
Sep 20, 2020 · 2 minute readsettles down on Friday evening. It has been another week, but surely things will be quiet tonight…
Yes, so the bottom may have fallen out on Friday evening. The Onion, as ever, put it best:
Man Who Thought He'd Lost All Hope Loses Last Additional Bit Of Hope He Didn't Even Know He Still Had https://t.co/YBpF37SLZ2 pic.twitter.com/vcyxbgzJ8K
— The Onion (@TheOnion) September 17, 2020
It’s like they knew what was coming.
Meanwhile, I have been doing more preparations for Christmas. Introducing a brave new world, a world where Caramac is just a distant memory:
I think I’ve used the melangeur more in the past month than in the past six combined. Anyway, this is cocoa butter, sugar, and Biscoff biscuits ground for 12 hours. There will be more experiments to come…and did I hear that somebody wanted it in Cadbury Miniature size? Well…
…yes, I can produce 600 Cadbury Miniatures in one go. Fear me.
Finally, I did a small deal with…well, I suspect some sort of mafia, but no idea which. The upside is that Tom Nook no longer holds any power over me. By sending $1.50 to a totally-above-board website, I received a visitor and sixteen million Bells.
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair! pic.twitter.com/xx8RUlYfgx
— Ian Pointer (@carsondial) September 20, 2020
I have crashed the economy of my island and I can do whatever I please. Muahahaahahahahaha. Take that, Nook!