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Holder of Gluttony
In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls himself "The Holder of Gluttony". Should a look of sheer, primal disgust mar the workers expression, you will then be taken to a separate building, which appears to be an old, wooden outhouse. Inside will be a seemingly endless corridor far, far longer than the length of the outhouse.
There will be gleaming white pedestals. Touching any of these pedestals is a grievous, grievous mistake. You will notice objects, on the pedestals. The objects will become more and more lavish, to the point that their worth will be unimaginable. If at any point a pedestal is to topple, QUICKLY shout out "Fit for a king, but if it is undesirable to you, then let it fall!" while remaining motionless. If another pedestal falls, bolt for the door you came in through. Pray that you aren't far enough down the hallway for cascade of objects to close it on you. If if it is closed, hell itself would be preferable to what you will suffer.
However if no more pedestals fall, return to walking forward down the corridor. Upon reaching the cell, the worker will open the door for you while shooting you a piercing look, almost resembling envy. Inside the cell will be a collection of wonders, beyond anything you had seen in the corridor. You must not be distracted by them; for at the center of a room is a young man, covered in an avalanche of wealths. If you take your eyes off him even for a moment, he will empty your bank account and amputate a limb. He will only respond to one question. "What are they worth?"
He will then stare into your eyes, and speak the answer in incredible detail. It will be unlike anything you have ever heard and you will be on the verge of both ecstasy and agony at his mere words. It is not uncommon for most to lose themselves in the euphoria. The worst thing you can do, however, is look upon the wealth. It will take the form of your most craved item and cause your destruction.
If you follow these instructions, the young man will begin to speak. He will tell his story, of how he came about such riches, and it will start like this, "I was young, and my mom got scared, and said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air." I whistled for a cab and when it came near The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought, "Nah, forget it. Yo, holmes to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo homes smell ya later!" Looked at my kingdom I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.
Oh, how much I hate you.
[Edited on 10.11.2009 4:05 PM PDT]