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July 12, 2013
Happiness. It's something the Archon could give lots of, though he personally had none. He carried it around in bills, sharing any amount to anyone walking by. The bill would become anything the holder needed to be happy. More often than not, people simply needed to feel relevant in what they did, in where they lived, with who they loved.

No one could really blame the Archon for not being happy. Just like how a man born into riches six feet deep can barely know true wealth, the Archon was born into a world of artificial joy he couldn't understand.