TRIBULATION
A PRELUDE TO BLOODY OCTOBER
A PRELUDE TO BLOODY OCTOBER
A single line to oblivion crawls across the screen.
Investors watch with stupor as their savings and their work is wiped out in a split second. A hard-faced economist stares, looking at the chaos unfolding right in front of him.
One call. One call was all it took to send the entire Alfordshirian Financial system into a downward spiral, billions of dollars worth of stock being evaporated in an instant. Banks crawled to a halt as thousands of people descended into their halls, clawing for the savings they once owned.
The Economist sighed. A bright-eyed colleague approaches him, his eyes glowing with something.. The Economist couldn’t tell why.
“Hey. Anything we can do to fix this?” The bright eyed man had come over, clutching a single green scarf.
Sighing with trepidation, the Economist’s eyes glazed over a hundred graphs.
“No. The linchpin is gone. All that remains is collapse.”
Three notifications. Picking up his phone, the Economist is taken aback for a split second as he digests the news.
“Seinams went under. Alfordshirian Fabri? Under. Fuschia Holdings? Gone. The electronics industry is done for.”
The spark goes out in the man’s eyes as he mutters a shocked response.
“God. I mean,’ he stammers under the pressure, the stress of his belongings, his life, being taken under him. ‘Housings fine, right? I mean, property has always been reliable, right?”
“No. Housing bubble just popped. Prices are crashing across the board, companies are laying off people by the bucketload. It’s not good, I tell you that.”
“Christ.” The man steps back in shock, dropping his green scarf. Someone beckons him over.
“Hey, you left this!” Grabbing the scarf, the Economist tries to return it.
He never does.