Rustfizzle
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Posted - 2010.12.01 15:27:00 -
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He took one more sip from the bottle of spiced wine. It wasn't the cheapest sort, nor the most expensive; it just had the best price/taste ratio.
Shortly after his arrival to the famous trade hub, he begun to calculate. Everything from mineral prices to gain/risk ratio of "opportunities". He had to, if he was to survive - and better, prosper; he knew that even before he laid in the course to the hub to the navigational computer with intention of gaining enough money as to be able to - well, to do other kind of things, the "fun" kinds especially - a bit of creation and a slightly larger bit of destruction.
And today was a very special day. He just earned his first milliard, 10^9, of ISK. Enough to buy twenty Scorpion-class battleships.
But the "0.01 ISK war" was not without cost - it caused a great amount of sress. Thus Rustfizzle was very, very happy to dedicate a day (or two) solely to pleasures the Jita had to offer. He was drinking his second bottle, listening to public communication channels and laughing to the good offers that were simly too good to be true. He wasn't exceptionaly good at trading, so he soon (precisely at the moment that he thought he made the deal of the day by purchasing a navy version of the famous Raven 20% less than market value - just to end with minus a lot of money and no ship at all) learned one rule: if there is more to gain than 0.1% of the money involved, it is a scam.
Shortly after he popped second piece of, let's say, HAPPY PILL (narcotics are of course illegal in all empire, but when you are willing to make a donation to customs officers, you could smuggle - sorry, transport, just about everything)(he knew that the "Blue Pill" was not meant to be consumed with alcohol, and even worse - with a small bit of the Exile booster, but... well, if one is in a good mood...) he opened details of a contract - the issuer using well-known (to him, at least) scam: offering some uncommon items for price significantly lower than the highest buy order, wich was in fact issued by the issuer of the contract and with a catch - the minimal volume was set higher than the contract offered. But this time, something caught his notion. The issuer was willing to buy 8 of some insignias, while minimum volume was 6 - the same amount the contract offered. "Is this a mistake, a mistype?" he thought. Perhaps the "buyer" simply accidentally put the minimum volume value lower than intended... perhaps he was a victim of this kind of scam and was trying to regain the lost money, but was inexperienced and made a mistake...
For a while, Rustfizzle listened to the communication channels and examined the contract and the buy order again and again and again...
Taking yet another sip, he was thinking. Cost: 990 millions. Profit if succesfull: +-350 millions.
Emptying the bottle, he decided. He will play the scammer's game - and win it.
He prepared everything, so the business could be done as quickly as possible.
Then while the issuer of the contract was once again broadcasting the offer, he begun to act. Quickly, quickly, QUICKLY! Accept the contract, yes, really accept! Now the inventory overview... QUICKER! ... there you are... SELL! YES, SELL! QUICKLY! SELL!!!
Somehow, he managed to open yet another bottle of spiced wine within four seconds after he executed the plan. That day, he made one more transaction: he spent half of his remaining money to buy quite considerable supply of blue pills, so that growing the 2 millions he now had into 1000 millions he had a while ago would be a bit more... well, that it would feel better.
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