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[SnakeClock]

With recent thoughts about how much I loathe money, it's given me an idea for a new story. It, predictably enough, is about a man that hates money. Absolutely despises it. Can't stand the sight of it.

It actually repulses him. The physical objects that represent money are grimy coins or filthy paper that gets passed across hundreds of filthy hands and gets in the grubbiest corners of society. From the seediest drug deals to decisions that will shape the betterment of the world, it's all the same junk.

It's not that he's resentful that he doesn't have any, he's just come to understand how acutely unnecessary and filthy it is. He lives in a city where most people "can't afford to live", but he has come to discover how arbitrary that is. He knows that people have money because they can't get themselves out of the rain, so he lives in no fixed address. He knows that money is only there so people can buy unhealthy fast food that's slowly killing them, so he steals or finds decent food. He knows that money is only there for indulgent luxuries that numb the mind, so he keeps himself entertained with better things; things he can find for free. He knows that one of money's main purposes is to keep you shackled to government with taxes, fines, debts and so on.

He goes through the story, calling people that let money play an important role in their lives "Fiatists". He speaks of them in intense disdain, and they try and explain to him why money is important, and none of them can give a straight, neutral reason about its purpose. He's skeptical about work in general; sometimes he has a job in what interests him, but he usually doesn't accept pay for it, he just enjoys what he's doing. He has hobbies like reading, drawing and parkour; hobbies that are good for you, and cheap. Most people, looking at him, would have no idea he was basically a bum.

He has a number of fiery opinions about money. He thinks it's the sign of a stupid society and is used where there's too many people that can't barter. He thinks people use it when they don't have identity, opinions or self-image, because they use money to construct those things. He thinks people make far too much of its importance, as indicated by how they gasp and fret about "recessions" and "tax hikes", and about how people often make threats with it. He observes how quickly its spent to dozens of different people that say they need it or you owe it to them, and he points out how everyone seems to want money just so they can get rid of it immediately.

The story is about him continuing to follow this dogma as society starts to close in on him, and about trying to deal with the fact that he is, more or less, one of the only people that seems able to do this. His philosophy is largely unsuccessful because nearly the entire world is built on money. He considers terrorism now and then, but he knows that's still ineffective. He conflicts with how his beliefs can't be widely accepted, but can at least take comfort in that they make his life a better, demonstrative life.

[mauserclock]

since i hate this idea so much im not going to post

[Silly Putty Clock]

With recent thoughts about how much I loathe money, it's given me an idea for a new story. It, predictably enough, is about a man that hates money. Absolutely despises it. Can't stand the sight of it.

It actually repulses him. The physical objects that represent money are grimy coins or filthy paper that gets passed across hundreds of filthy hands and gets in the grubbiest corners of society. From the seediest drug deals to decisions that will shape the betterment of the world, it's all the same junk.

It's not that he's resentful that he doesn't have any, he's just come to understand how acutely unnecessary and filthy it is. He lives in a city where most people "can't afford to live", but he has come to discover how arbitrary that is. He knows that people have money because they can't get themselves out of the rain, so he lives in no fixed address. He knows that money is only there so people can buy unhealthy fast food that's slowly killing them, so he steals or finds decent food. He knows that money is only there for indulgent luxuries that numb the mind, so he keeps himself entertained with better things; things he can find for free. He knows that one of money's main purposes is to keep you shackled to government with taxes, fines, debts and so on.

He goes through the story, calling people that let money play an important role in their lives "Fiatists". He speaks of them in intense disdain, and they try and explain to him why money is important, and none of them can give a straight, neutral reason about its purpose. He's skeptical about work in general; sometimes he has a job in what interests him, but he usually doesn't accept pay for it, he just enjoys what he's doing. He has hobbies like reading, drawing and parkour; hobbies that are good for you, and cheap. Most people, looking at him, would have no idea he was basically a bum.

He has a number of fiery opinions about money. He thinks it's the sign of a stupid society and is used where there's too many people that can't barter. He thinks people use it when they don't have identity, opinions or self-image, because they use money to construct those things. He thinks people make far too much of its importance, as indicated by how they gasp and fret about "recessions" and "tax hikes", and about how people often make threats with it. He observes how quickly its spent to dozens of different people that say they need it or you owe it to them, and he points out how everyone seems to want money just so they can get rid of it immediately.

The story is about him continuing to follow this dogma as society starts to close in on him, and about trying to deal with the fact that he is, more or less, one of the only people that seems able to do this. His philosophy is largely unsuccessful because nearly the entire world is built on money. He considers terrorism now and then, but he knows that's still ineffective. He conflicts with how his beliefs can't be widely accepted, but can at least take comfort in that they make his life a better, demonstrative life.

You've just described the main character of my as-of-yet unwritten Script Frenzy, which I haven't done much of a job of explaining. I applaud your plaigarism skills.

Although my character doesn't actually find money repulsive; he just feels contempt for those who let it run their lives. He does try to own as little of it as possible, though. Ironically, the action that sets my story in motion is caused by my character desperately needing money to pay someone off with.

EDIT: THIS POST IS A JOKE. I DID NOT ACTUALLY SERIOUSLY ACCUSE SNAKECLOCK OF PLAIGARISM. MOVE ALONG.

[SnakeClock]

You've just described the main character of my as-of-yet unwritten Script Frenzy, which I haven't done much of a job of explaining. I applaud your plaigarism skills.

Although my character doesn't actually find money repulsive; he just feels contempt for those who let it run their lives. He does try to own as little of it as possible, though. Ironically, the action that sets my story in motion is caused by my character desperately needing money to pay someone off with.

I read your idea, and these characters are barely alike. Your character's not a politically fulsome young man that has an active vendetta against money, he's just an angst-ridden bum that dislikes society. Thanks for calling me a plagiarist.