We stand at the grand hall of the Council of Niceness.

The walls in this grand temple are painted a calming sky blue,

and there are bean bag chairs and stress balls everywhere.

The floor of the hall is filled with spectators, nice people from all over.

Nice people are sort of slightly ugly, and they are all telling each other how happy for them they all are.

Suddenly a grand, floating, smiley face of holy energy manifests above the crowd, and the sounds of calming chimes begin.

Everyone cast their eyes upwards towards the now empty council seats, eager to see their heroes.

A bellowing voice utters out, champions step forth.

Who would like to step forth first?

After you all.

I think Charles should go first so we know what we're dealing with.

After you.

Okay.

So my guy steps forth, and his name is Theseus Goodkind.

He is the world's first and only good billionaire.

Completely in every way, he's just a good person he's never wronged anybody he

cured a status ailment is his claim to fame he cured scarlet rot and then he made the cure

free like the penicillin guy did and he didn't want any money for it but everyone on earth was

so grateful to him that every peasant on earth saved up one gold

and each gave it to him as a show of their appreciation. So now he's a billionaire, even though he

didn't want it. Oh, there's a billion peasants? Oh, yeah. Oh, wow. I did some world building

They're so easy to kill that there has to be lots of them for them to continue to procreate, you know?

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