After I received the invitation to go to Federal Assistant’s house in the middle of the woods of Nasdaqar I was initially quite cautious. I had heard the stories of people disappearing for days in the dungeon, only surfacing months later to Miniconomy again, with their memories wiped on their experience and only thinking that they had been away from a game all the time they were gone. I shudder as I carry on through the jungle-like forest.
Just in case anything bad went down, I always had my trusty phone with me I bought from Flight 815 the week before. I had ran out of lots for brickstores since then but hey, you never know when a phone is handy.
I looked down at the map and note I had found in my pocket after walking around Ibisha, searching for any last remnant of ore. The map was unmarked but for a grubby thumbprint on the back, and the note simply had some coordinates and said;
Come and see me tonight.
Of course, Mr Ass could only be one person in the Federation.
I reach the coordinates and notice a rundown shop in the middle of the forest, looking around for any signs of life. All I saw were some Virtuan contracts covered in baby puke. It seemed the Consul of Finance Xzese and Mystq had came here earlier to the shop in the middle of nowhere, for reasons unknown. The shop door is open, almost hanging off it’s hinges infact, so I go in and find myself in a totally unexpected room.
The floor is a pure white marble, glaring with the chandelier 20 metres above me in the cavernous room. The light is no match for my tinted CBI© sunglasses though, so I carry on until I reach what looks like an office door.
Aside from the empty chair behind his desk, the first thing I noticed is the huge map of his favourite city on the wall opposite the door, Monapoli, the city of diamonds. Then I spot the open trapdoor almost concealed behind the desk, leading down into the basement. I follow the stairs down using my quality Ibishan phone’s flashlight app.
At the bottom I am met with the sight of none other then DJ Ricky JUNIOR unceremoniously taped to (a very comfy looking) chair. Federal Assistant walks in from a dark corner of the room and explains that he found a Virtuan for me to interview for Vnews with a cheerful smile on his face.
Ricky was surprisingly very cooperative in his “interview”! I barely had to give him any of the truth serum Federal Assistant left me with which was great, these days Ibisha and Virtua both import everything and you know how expensive shipping can be.
“So how did you begin in Miniconomy Ricky? What got you started?”
“I actually first started by my brother bringing me to one of the Miniconomeetings. I met some players and was even there when skyscrapers were first talked about. They talked all about new ideas and politics but at that point I hadn’t played so most I didn’t understand”
“Sounds fun! Have you gotten into politics at all since joining? Maybe tried the elections for President?”
“No not President yet, I would like to try President but right now I need a bit more experience. Next round I do plan on running for Mayor though. I’ll be doing a lot of campaigning on the chat for Mayor!”
“Nice, good to see you getting involved! Now do you have a game-plan for the rest of this round?”
“I did. I was going to move to Centropolis to make plastic but then dj ricky beat me to it. I might end up going to Cashington now. I liked doing screwdrivers this round, but I ran out of plastic and can’t make any more. Now I rely on saws to get my business back! Next round I might do pumps and engines, or something big like wood as another option. I think bombs and guns aren’t my type though, so if I stay in Nasdaqar I probably won’t trade those.”
“Thanks Ricky! I’ll be sure to put in a good word for you when Federal Assistant comes back. Good luck in the elections too!”
It was getting a bit late by then, so I decided to finish the interview to give me enough hours of light to make it back to my Farmerrari in the Nasdaqar parking lot a few miles hike away. You never can tell what might be prowling around the forests at night…