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Posted
59 minutes ago, CoderDrag0n8 said:

GUYS IT'S SIMPLE

Here coin

coin is worth 1 money

Here big coin

coin is worth 10 money

Here yellow coin

coin is worth 5 money

here is Big Yellow coin

coin is worth 50 money

1 money about 1 real money

bread is around 1 big coin

cheese cost 1 yellow coin

ECONOMICS

but

but

I have an small interstellar empire to figure out the economics of.

Posted
3 minutes ago, Ascended Grubberfly said:

Why small empire?

Make it bigger!

More GDP in bigger empire

ITS ECONOMICS!

mmm. isn't much of an empire. is more of the Sol System and the Alpha Centauri System.

*sighs in trying to make stuff sorta realistic*

on the good side, I have figured out the military size

Posted
1 minute ago, Shatter said:

mmm. isn't much of an empire. is more of the Sol System and the Alpha Centauri System.

*sighs in trying to make stuff sorta realistic*

on the good side, I have figured out the military size

Sweet, but remember, more is more, less is poor.

I expect great things in the coming playsessions, my friend.

Posted
13 minutes ago, Ascended Grubberfly said:

Sweet, but remember, more is more, less is poor.

I expect great things in the coming playsessions, my friend.

but a bigger empire means bigger numbers. the numbers then start hurting me brain

Posted
15 hours ago, CoderDrag0n8 said:

Ok. Green coin worth 100 money!

Big green coin worth 500 money.

What about the rare arcane coin? It has power

Posted
16 hours ago, Shatter said:

but

but

I have an small interstellar empire to figure out the economics of.

Ok

Little metal thing worth one money

medium metal thing worth 5 money

Potato chips worth 10 money

medium potato chips worth 50 money

green little metal thing worth 100 money

green medium metal thing worth 500 money

ECONOMICS

1 hour ago, GG0z said:

What about the rare arcane coin? It has power

Rare arcane coin worth kill your enemies

kill your enemies not valued in coin

ECONOMICS

Posted
3 hours ago, CoderDrag0n8 said:

Ok

Little metal thing worth one money

medium metal thing worth 5 money

Potato chips worth 10 money

medium potato chips worth 50 money

green little metal thing worth 100 money

green medium metal thing worth 500 money

ECONOMICS

Rare arcane coin worth kill your enemies

kill your enemies not valued in coin

ECONOMICS

Rare arcane coin worth many many gold

Posted
8 hours ago, Ink and Embers said:

Uh oh. Do you take pop tarts in place of taxes? I'm stealing them from Grub.

I'll take pop smarts

Posted
1 hour ago, CoderDrag0n8 said:

Yes

I'm so good at economics, right?

Many people want to own arcane coin because it signifies power, wealth, and status

Posted
1 minute ago, GG0z said:

Many people want to own arcane coin because it signifies power, wealth, and status

So people make arcane coin and then arcane coin become less coin and then people are buying arcane coin for more than its worth.

Not really, but I accidentally did that once.

Posted
10 minutes ago, Conure1243 said:

So people make arcane coin and then arcane coin become less coin and then people are buying arcane coin for more than its worth.

Not really, but I accidentally did that once.

Oh you guys would love my Cassion shortfic which featured magic based on flipping coins

Posted
4 minutes ago, Aeoryi said:

Oh you guys would love my Cassion shortfic which featured magic based on flipping coins

Ooh! Are you sharing it? (Enter) ...Also, what's Cassius?

*Cassion

Posted
1 hour ago, Factor said:

Ooh! Are you sharing it? (Enter) ...Also, what's Cassius?

*Cassion

Cassion is a planet made of metal home to the magic of flipping coins

Spoiler

The world of Cassion glittered with reflected metals, all sparkling in unison beneath the lights of the stars. The city thrived in the winter. Walking from behind a metallic square skyscraper, a man with a black leather jacket and a smug look appears. The stars did a poor job at illuminating him. His face featured ugly eyes, ugly marks, and ugly wrinkles, yet there was a sense of youth within the man. He had turned only a few years ago, and had done a poor job at staying out of trouble.

A new determination could be seen surging through the man as he took long strides towards the end of the alley. He held a round piece of metal between his fingers, flipping it from side to side, inspecting every engraving on it. It was a coin.

The man hadn’t obtained it easily. It took multiple years of tracking to find the original wielder, and then a few days to finally finish the deed. Coins this powerful were so rare and valuable, but holding one in your hand was a blessing. In the world of Cassion, every coin was valuable. Coins were life or death. Coins were powerful. Coins were also illegal.

Flaunting your coins was a dangerous thing to do. It could get you killed before you could even speak the words, “Heads or tails.” This man was an outlaw the moment he set a finger upon a coin. The police were no more than a step behind him. 

And so they appeared! They turned the corner, confronting the man with the magical piece of copper and zinc between his fingers. They wielded powerful heat-ray guns, capable of melting a man and his metal into no more than a crumpled piece of slag. They aimed at him, clearly intending to immolate him with the heat of the sun in a shot. But the man flipped the coin first. For all the seconds the coin was in the air, it was as if time slowed down. The outlaw spoke. 

“Heads or tails.”

The Chief of Police, the Head Tracker already knew the stakes. The coin flip could be rigged against him, or it could be a reverse strategy, or it could be a fated coin. Once a coin was in the air, the complexity of the situation increased hundredfold. The law enforcer spoke:

“I’ll take heads.”

The coin fluttered in the air, traveling through its straight arc, coming back down to land between the coin flipper’s thumb and forefinger. He held it up to the Head Tracker so he could see clearly. It was heads.

Immediately, a sigh of relief came from the senior police leader. If you won a coin flip, chances were that you were safe. Luck, fate, and chance were all on his side. He raised his gun to finish the ordeal, but then the man opened his hand.

In the palm of his opponent’s hand, the Head Tracker could clearly see he was outwitted. The coin he was actually holding was faced towards him, with the clear silver engravement of the River, the backside of the coin.

“Tails.”

ignore the conjugation errors

Posted
7 hours ago, Aeoryi said:

Cassion is a planet made of metal home to the magic of flipping coins

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The world of Cassion glittered with reflected metals, all sparkling in unison beneath the lights of the stars. The city thrived in the winter. Walking from behind a metallic square skyscraper, a man with a black leather jacket and a smug look appears. The stars did a poor job at illuminating him. His face featured ugly eyes, ugly marks, and ugly wrinkles, yet there was a sense of youth within the man. He had turned only a few years ago, and had done a poor job at staying out of trouble.

A new determination could be seen surging through the man as he took long strides towards the end of the alley. He held a round piece of metal between his fingers, flipping it from side to side, inspecting every engraving on it. It was a coin.

The man hadn’t obtained it easily. It took multiple years of tracking to find the original wielder, and then a few days to finally finish the deed. Coins this powerful were so rare and valuable, but holding one in your hand was a blessing. In the world of Cassion, every coin was valuable. Coins were life or death. Coins were powerful. Coins were also illegal.

Flaunting your coins was a dangerous thing to do. It could get you killed before you could even speak the words, “Heads or tails.” This man was an outlaw the moment he set a finger upon a coin. The police were no more than a step behind him. 

And so they appeared! They turned the corner, confronting the man with the magical piece of copper and zinc between his fingers. They wielded powerful heat-ray guns, capable of melting a man and his metal into no more than a crumpled piece of slag. They aimed at him, clearly intending to immolate him with the heat of the sun in a shot. But the man flipped the coin first. For all the seconds the coin was in the air, it was as if time slowed down. The outlaw spoke. 

“Heads or tails.”

The Chief of Police, the Head Tracker already knew the stakes. The coin flip could be rigged against him, or it could be a reverse strategy, or it could be a fated coin. Once a coin was in the air, the complexity of the situation increased hundredfold. The law enforcer spoke:

“I’ll take heads.”

The coin fluttered in the air, traveling through its straight arc, coming back down to land between the coin flipper’s thumb and forefinger. He held it up to the Head Tracker so he could see clearly. It was heads.

Immediately, a sigh of relief came from the senior police leader. If you won a coin flip, chances were that you were safe. Luck, fate, and chance were all on his side. He raised his gun to finish the ordeal, but then the man opened his hand.

In the palm of his opponent’s hand, the Head Tracker could clearly see he was outwitted. The coin he was actually holding was faced towards him, with the clear silver engravement of the River, the backside of the coin.

“Tails.”

ignore the conjugation errors

Ooooo, awesome!!!

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