Post by Kythl'gneg on Jul 13, 2021 18:56:12 GMT -5
Kythl'gneg was starting to really like it on Earth. I mean, really like it.
After all, she was living it up!
In her short few years on the planet, Kythl'gneg had been hard at work. Hard at work making money, that is, and though her ruthlessness and natural business sense, she'd already begun to accumulate a frankly jaw-dropping amount of wealth.
Of course, for Kythl'gneg, it wasn't about the money. Scamming mortals was the main draw, of course, and she'd been readilly able to harvest their misery and regret at a pace hitherto unforeseen among her people. It was more efficient then sacrifice, even! Even now, she was ruining lives and she barely even needed to lift a finger. Wasn't that nice?
However, it left Kythl'gneg with bags of money.
Most of it was spent broadening her businesses, but in this rare instance, Kythl'gneg decided to use it for her own enjoyment. There she sat, donning a bikini, holding a coconut cup and brandishing a tanning mirror. Whether or not she could actually get a suntan was up for debate, but it was mostly for aesthetic. She might as well play the part of a beautiful beachgoer, right?
However, that wasn't where she was getting her dose of serotonin. Once she got to South City, she'd immediately dropped a ton of sharks into the water. I mean, a ton. A lot of sharks, all over the coastline. There was little greater enjoyment then lounging on the beach, tropical fruit drink in hand, watching terrified mortals flee for their lives from the shallows.
Even while relaxing, though, Kythl'gneg couldn't help but imagine all the prospects. She could keep dumping sharks in the water all summer, and then open up a shark-hunting business to get rid of them! She'd create a problem, and then sell the masses the solution! And she'd be praised as a hero for it, too!
Thus, Kythl'gneg lounged, the distant screams of mortals like music to her ears. Could anything ruin such a pleasant evening?
After all, she was living it up!
In her short few years on the planet, Kythl'gneg had been hard at work. Hard at work making money, that is, and though her ruthlessness and natural business sense, she'd already begun to accumulate a frankly jaw-dropping amount of wealth.
Of course, for Kythl'gneg, it wasn't about the money. Scamming mortals was the main draw, of course, and she'd been readilly able to harvest their misery and regret at a pace hitherto unforeseen among her people. It was more efficient then sacrifice, even! Even now, she was ruining lives and she barely even needed to lift a finger. Wasn't that nice?
However, it left Kythl'gneg with bags of money.
Most of it was spent broadening her businesses, but in this rare instance, Kythl'gneg decided to use it for her own enjoyment. There she sat, donning a bikini, holding a coconut cup and brandishing a tanning mirror. Whether or not she could actually get a suntan was up for debate, but it was mostly for aesthetic. She might as well play the part of a beautiful beachgoer, right?
However, that wasn't where she was getting her dose of serotonin. Once she got to South City, she'd immediately dropped a ton of sharks into the water. I mean, a ton. A lot of sharks, all over the coastline. There was little greater enjoyment then lounging on the beach, tropical fruit drink in hand, watching terrified mortals flee for their lives from the shallows.
Even while relaxing, though, Kythl'gneg couldn't help but imagine all the prospects. She could keep dumping sharks in the water all summer, and then open up a shark-hunting business to get rid of them! She'd create a problem, and then sell the masses the solution! And she'd be praised as a hero for it, too!
Thus, Kythl'gneg lounged, the distant screams of mortals like music to her ears. Could anything ruin such a pleasant evening?