<2022-05-19T03:40:37.000Z> xenmen@shitposter.club: I've got a story I hope is commissionable:A poor Romanian child prodigy becomes a gangster, then buys big into BTC, quits, and moves to South America, selling some at the peak to aquire a government weapons contractor and become a covert warlord.
<2022-05-19T03:41:18.000Z> Tactical: Lmao, sure
<2022-05-19T03:41:28.000Z> Tactical: How many words did you want it, and what kind of child prodigy?
<2022-05-19T03:58:47.000Z> xenmen@shitposter.club: 2k if that'll fitHis strength is linguistics, but also a strong grasp on chemistry and math(Based on Mirceau Popescu)
<2022-05-19T04:10:26.000Z> Tactical: sure
<2022-05-21T23:59:31.000Z> Tactical: Romania, 2012. The country is plagued by financial recession, dominated by foreign interests, and an increasingly impoverished native population. Dorin was at one point planning to go overseas to England to study chemistry until the global recession hit. Now, he walks the streets as little more than muscle for a loan shark in the city of Constanta.He lives in a shady district with his mother, who's bedridden and suffers from cancer. She's the only person left in life for him - and he just simply wants to get by.It's one day, that he reports to his boss's shady office in Constanta, receiving the details of an important debtor's location. This debtor has been hiding from them for months but has recently been found. The man's name is Gavril. Dorin's boss passes him a folder."Find him. Get the money and whatever extra he owes. This is very important, so don't fuck it up."The boss then hands him a gun. Dorin looks it over - he's never handled one before, and it's a large, heavy revolver."What do I do, if he doesn't pay?"The boss just glares at him. "I said, don't fuck it up."Dorin nods, and leaves, revolver tucked into his pants.***Dorin visits Gavril's apartment. It's a rundown place on the outskirts of Constanta, which looks like it hasn't been maintained in years.He knocks on the door, with no audible response. He tries knocking again, then "knocks" with a kick. The door flies down to the ground with a crash."Who are you!? STAY BACK!" Is shouted from within, as Dorin walks in, revolver drawn."Dorin." He grimaces at the sight of Gavril, holding what seems to be a frying pan covered with rust. The man's gaunt body is covered in filth, with clothes that look like he's slept in them for a month Dorin can see that the man is clearly malnourished, and looks sickly, like he's on some kind of drug."What do you want?" Gavril demands - stepping back from the fearsome and intimidating figure of Dorin"Your money - whatever you've got" Dorin answers, hand gripping the revolver.Gavril just laughs. "What makes you think I have money?! Do I look like I have some? I lost it all.""That's what you think." Dorin sighs, holstering his weapon. He then goes through the man's belongings, taking everything that looks valuable, or could be sold.The man looks horrified when he opens a small cupboard - with a USB stick inside."This seems valuable to you, at least. What's on it?" Dorin asks as the man rushes him with a frying pan - to be knocked away by a single blow of Dorin's fist. The man falls to the ground, holding his head in agony as he looks at his ruined face in horror. Dorin goes up to the man, kicking him with his steel-toed boots until he breaks his arm from the beating.He grabs the man and drags him over to the cupboard, grabbing the back of his head and lifting him up, smashing his head right into the cupboard. Gavril falls to the ground with blood pouring from his head, crying out in pain. There's a large gash in his head now, and while Dorin didn't exactly mean to do that - he needs to display his power. His dominance over this creature known as Gavril.Gavril turns over onto his stomach - looking up at Dorin with hateful eyes as he holds his head in agony, blood dripping onto the floor."So - what's on the stick? Don't tell me I just beat you for nothing more than family pictures." He says, crouching down. Gavril grimaces."I... It's bitcoin. five-thousand whole bitcoins. It's what I bought with the last of my money while drunk." Gavril says, sobbing. Dorin looks at the stick. "It's all I had left."Dorin considers this. He has no way to spend them - not yet. But they could be worth something someday. He pockets the USB - searching the rest of his house for payment...***17 December 2017. It's been years - but Dorin has found something in his cabinet, as he's searching through his mother's old house after she passed away. It's a USB stick - marked BTC, in Cyrillic scribbled on the front.Dorin's eyes go wide - memories flooding back to his head. The events of five years ago - back when he was struggling on the streets trying to provide for his mother - before she found out he was involved with the mob and was sent to prison, and she passed away quickly afterward. This was what he broke in here for - why he was in the attic searching through old memories.The attic door opens behind him - an angry man comes inside, with a baseball. Dorin looks at him - taking the USB and dives out the window - into the night, and bolts for it, down into Constana... The USB in his hands. Dorin comes back to his apartment - plugging it into an American exchange system. Quickly - he sells 5,000 bitcoin on the market, turning them into USD. Overnight - he's gone from a poor, ex-con, into a multi-millionaire.  He holds onto a few bitcoins though - just in case they're worth even more someday. He has plans though - he's been planning a career change for a few years, and he calls up his old boss."Boss. I know it's been a while - but... I have an idea. I've got the capital for that idea you've always wanted to do. You still in town?" Dorin asks him, on the other end of the phone line."Well, holy shit. If it isn't little Dorin. I thought you were out of the business." He replies, with shock."Maybe. But I still have something I need to do first. It's for my father.""Your old man? He was a tough son of a bitch... You aren't planning to get back at the Albanians, are you?"Dorin chuckles darkly. "No... I'm doing this for me." He says, calmly, though the emotion is there in his voice. "You know the Serbians hate those bastards. I know a guy from prison - we can set something up. Make a nice amount of cash." He says. Dorin almost convinces himself that this isn't purely out of vengeance for his father. Almost."Well... Shit. I'm in my office, like old times. I'll see you down there...***The meeting goes well. Contacts are called - cash exchanged. Soon, four moving trucks are filled with military-grade hardware from the Soviet Union, being prepared to be sent down into Serbia. Customs officials are bribed. Dorin can feel a bit of relief - this venture is risky, but a good start.He waits anxiously for word from his men on how the arms deal goes...Eventually - his phone rings, as he sits at his computer. He answers it - and sees one of his contacts from the deal."What do you have?" Dorin asks."The deal went down as planned. Serbians are planning to give those Albanians a gift they won't ever forget.  We'll make millions off this."Dorin nods, happy at the news. He then asks another question - "Do you know what they're planning to give those Albanians?""I think so - I think it's a pretty big surprise." The man says, laughing in excitement.***The news is big. Nearly 3,000 Albanians are dead from multiple bombs going off, and Dorin has taken an emergency flight out of the country. He got his revenge - and he's headed to South America. He plans to start a new life away from here - somewhere warm and tropical... Where no one can find him.It's been five years since he came out of prison - and things have changed a lot since then. Dorin has left behind his life as a gangster - to try his hand at being a businessman instead - but that doesn't mean he's lost his edge. He's just in a new line of work. Something that means something - something more than debt collection or being mere muscle. Real money. Real opportunity. His natural skill with linguistics makes him a fantastic international arms dealer - the opportunity of a lifetime for a man like him.His first contact is in Peru. There - he'll make his fortune. There, he'll find a new home. There, he will be safe... And he'll never have to return here again - where his past might catch up to him, or someone might come after him and ruin everything he's worked so hard for...It's something of retirement, at least.***A few days later - Dorin is involved with the Peru government in arms dealing with African and South American warlords. It's a shitty office. It's a shitty retirement. Even with him being a multi-millionaire now - he's not happy at all with the government's taste in furniture. But that doesn't matter anymore. Not right now... His main concern is getting into a position to pull the trigger on the guns he's selling now. He's taken a personal touch as well - his Chemistry bachelor's degree coming in handy as he's drawn up proposals for simple high explosives, easily made, to be sold to Jihadists in the middle east. Maybe the government isn't vocal in support of it - but it's a great contract. And Dorin's already made a nice chunk of change from it so far...He's about to head out for another day of negotiations - when his cellphone rings, interrupting his work. A very familiar number comes up on his screen...It's his old boss...He answers it, with some hesitation."Dorin - you son of a bitch. You left me to die, you mother fucker!" His former boss screams at him over the phone, spitting on it."I didn't know the Serbians would go that far. It's your own damned fault." Dorin retorts angrily, before hanging up. He takes his cellphone - and throws it out the window of his office, as it smashes against some rocks.He doesn't want to think about what would happen if Interpol caught him. If they knew he was behind the weapons that went to the Serbians. If they connected all the dots...He's happy right where he is. He can finally just relax for once - enjoying this tropical paradise where he'll live out the rest of his life.But then there's the knock at the door...He opens it. Only to see his secretary - a fine white Spanish lady. Beautiful brown hair, and a sassy, but sweet look about her."Mister Dorin - the President wants to see you."Dorin nods - letting the Peruvian president visit him to discuss some matters of state. It's good to be in high demand...It's a damned good retirement.
<2022-05-21T23:59:41.000Z> Tactical: About 1.8k words
<2022-05-22T00:00:57.000Z> Tactical: Lemme know if this is what you were thinking.
<2022-05-22T07:12:03.000Z> xenmen@shitposter.club: Pretty good!
<2022-05-22T07:12:52.000Z> Tactical: sweet
<2022-05-22T07:13:00.000Z> Tactical: lemme know if there's any changes or anything else you want
<2022-05-22T07:20:38.000Z> xenmen@shitposter.club: Yes; I was curious what you'd extrapolate, the only major difference from the real story is that Mirceau was aware of and involved in bitcoin from early on and maintains a significant holding... lesser details are that he maintains a harem led by two girls he's partially raised since his gangster days and has several savants on hire creating equipment to circumvent the NSA...http://www.loper-os.org/http://www.nosuchlabs.com/
<2022-05-22T07:21:13.000Z> Tactical: lmao
<2022-05-22T07:21:17.000Z> xenmen@shitposter.club: No changes :0480: 
<2022-05-22T07:21:28.000Z> Tactical: I thought he was some chemistry guy not even the story being based off him
<2022-05-22T07:21:51.000Z> xenmen@shitposter.club: What's your prefered payment vector?
<2022-05-22T07:22:15.000Z> Tactical: I have a Venmo if you prefer that, and a ETH wallet linked in my profile info
<2022-05-22T07:22:29.000Z> Tactical: I only use ETH for gas fees, Venmo usually works better for me
<2022-05-22T07:25:48.000Z> xenmen@shitposter.club: Sure, I'll get setup for venmo 
<2022-05-22T07:25:59.000Z> Tactical: Ok
<2022-05-22T07:26:40.000Z> Tactical: @TacticalInternetGuy is the profile associated
<2022-05-22T11:44:09.000Z> Tactical: For your final receipt it'll be $20, I'll let you know when I get it
<2022-05-24T01:53:32.000Z> xenmen@shitposter.club: Venmo isn't available in Canada... soon as I figure out how to wire you from my exchange I'll send Eth
<2022-05-24T01:54:18.000Z> Tactical: No worries, I was going to tell you that Venmo is kiked anyways, if I want to receive it I would have to post my legal name and you'd be able to see it
<2022-05-24T21:32:09.000Z> xenmen@shitposter.club: Hey, I just confirmed sending with my exchange, should happen within 24hr.
<2022-05-24T21:48:49.000Z> Tactical: No worries
<2022-06-22T03:11:38.000Z> xenmen@shitposter.club: Hey Tac, my hours got cut right after I said I'd commission again so I have to wait a bit.
<2022-06-22T05:15:36.000Z> Tactical: oh don't sweat it
<2022-06-22T05:15:55.000Z> Tactical: i honestly forget since I've been working 12 hr days 