Buried Under Mammon's Gold

You are dead. The weight of Mammon killed you. This was never just the monster you

knew. You survived. You kept the gold. The reward. Everything you were

told to keep. Nothing was taken from you. Your hands are full. Your future looks

secure. That’s when breathing becomes work. Every step feels heavier.

Every night is spent counting instead of sleeping. He doesn’t appear to threaten.

He appears to confirm. “You thought it was a monster.” “Ancient people knew better.”

“This was Mammon.” “A force. Not a foe.” Before games, he was feared as

wealth that never lets go. Nothing was stolen from you. You were buried