8 December 2012
| o o o | (___) | o o | (___) ---------------------- The city.
Day 1
//cross that. Day 2 it is//
GFTD (goals for the day) -making toads --- //not roads, it is toads// The crew is working on it. Drilling in the ground to layer up the Tarmac. A mess. We couldn't really make toads so we went to make roads instead. Big mistake. Cars. Trucks to be precise. Rumbling and bumbling and shumbling and tumbling. No, I really mean it. Look.
O-----O (llllll) - - -
^trucks' broken parts.
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^worded description of the street.
Day 2 //cross that. It's day 3//
GFTD - fix damage ---
I dug through my bank. The big one with a croaky knob. || ==O== ||
I don't know the password. I'll just turn it a bit here and there. At least I get money.
. ^symbolic description of my money.
//_\\ ^me when I look at it.
I'll just get people to help and I'll pay then with my wife's delicious cooking. She won't mind. Really.
•_• ^my wife when I tell her to cook.
Day 4 //my wife is gonna kill me//
//omg, people are so nice! That's a dream. To make it come true they need the payback//
_________________ ^street
Stjsjsjxjdhxusjxhusbzjs ^worded description of my self
. ^cooking pot contents ._.
I try to confront her. She needs to know that I am the new president. And she has duties! She listens. That was simple.
Now I make this a free market economy. That's it.
:) ^peoples faces
. ^my money and my control.
I don't have to control the place anymore! Problem solved! Simply changing it to a free market economy was good. A place where government has no control over factors of production!
Oh no
$$$$$$ ^citezens current money
:( ^theyre mood
Don't blame me. I can't do anything
:))) ^me!
:| ^my wife
;((( ^my son who wants $10,000
The end
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