Saturday, February 19, 2005


The Long Road In

The market place isn't quiet, that's just me trying to figure out the latest twists. I have been more concerned with the glowing message board, constantly filled with cases that need to be looked at. Business before pleasure, but in this case, pleasure is business, is it not? I know not what else I will do, I merely know that something ought to be done about this problem.

I am tending to my ideas, which are slowly gaining value. A strange and forward-thinking man is introducing changes. I am quite confused, as I don't always understand what is going on, but I will stay quiet and continue working on my agenda. That is what a good businesswoman does, is it not?

There are quiet forces working in the game. The market is beginning to become one with my mind; I can see what is taking place before it happens. Buying, selling, bonding, raiding...all of it is second nature.

The Alter-Ego is coding again. Bless her heart. In another life, I may have wanted that simplicity. When the hell did I discover the twisted art of making money?

Carrashen out.

Wednesday, January 05, 2005


The Letter

The envelop was nondescript, stuffed into my mailbox like any other letter. However, the loud neon-green paper contained words that made my heart skip a beat:

WANTED: BlogShares Securities Exchange Commission Members!

3 Slots Open! Must have strong writing skills, some free time to pursue assignments, and must be a team player.

The note went on to discuss some of the duties of the position. I read over all of it quickly, grinning. Pursuing cheaters of the market, bringing these gamers of the system to justice? That would be perfect for me.

Team player. I rolled the words over in my head. A team player?! I didn't even need to see my reflection to know I was grimacing. I go it alone, always have. Yet it was slowly beginning to sink in that in order to climb up the ladder, I needed the help of others. To a certain extent, that is; I wasn't going to become an overnight brownoser. I went to my study, pulling up OpenOffice on my desktop. Not the leading product of the word processing world, but a very fine product that handled my every need.

I began to type:

Serise Carrashen here.

I'd like to throw my hat into the BSEC ring, if I may. The writing's on the wall, people; do I honestly need to expound my virtues? My account number is 706, I'll let my character and experience speak for themselves.

Serise Carrashen out.

I looked over my letter, and had to laugh. Sure it was ballsy and to the point, but nice girls don't get the corner office. I looked over at the time, and sighed. The clock read 11:00pm. The clock is a marker that highlights my current perchant for burning the candle at both ends, or trying to. Lack of sleep was beginning to take a toll on me. Very bad, Serri, I thought to myself. Perhaps a little sleep would pick up my spirits. After all, young professionals needed their sleep too.

Carrashen out.

Monday, January 03, 2005


The Intro

After over a year of gameplay, I figured I should start writing down what goes on in the market, for better or worse. There's a lot of new faces, new stories and of course, plenty of money to be made.

This market is digital, a giant machine build by skilled programmers. Each player of this digital market taps in via a randomly assigned number. There's a lot of explanation about the system here, but it's got technical aspects that my alter-ego would enjoy far more than me. I, Serise Carrashen, have better things to do with my time.

Like making money. As players come and go, cash is thrown around like confetti. One of the players, the Embroideress, tossed me two trillion dollars. For now, there aren't taxes. I made sure to invest the money into some ideas that would surely yield results quickly and keep my money safe. Having large amounts of cash is a waste; no one makes money that way!

I will be chronicling the journey as close as I can, so stay tuned.

Carrashen out.

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