Thrax and the Magistrate’s Daughter

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The Interesting Adventures of Thrax

Thrax sat in a low lit Inn. He chose a table in the back of the room that faced the front door. He was in his civilian clothes, no sword and no armor. He had a dagger at his side and that made him feel more comfortable.

He was hungry and it had been a long day. His sword arm hurt but not enough to stop him from lifting a mug of ale to his mouth. He greedily gulped the cool amber liquid.

More ale, he thought, he needed more ale! He looked around for the serving girl. She raced between tables, mugs of ale in one hand and plates of food in the other. It was a busy night and the Inn was full of locals, sailors, and ladies of the evening plying their trade.

The serving girl appeared as if by magic and placed a plate of roasted chicken and root vegetables in front of him. A large mug of ale came a short second later, it hit the wooden table and made a hollow noise. Thrax watched as foam spilled over its side.

“Put it on your room, sir?” The buxom young girl said.

“Yes,” Thrax said as he rummaged through his pocket for a key. He took it out and said, “Room 13.” The girl twirled away in an instant.

The food smelled like heaven to Thrax. He took out his dagger, stabbed a potato, and ripped a leg off the chicken. He shoved them both in his mouth and took a long pull from his mug.

He thought back to the earlier part of the week when he split up from his adventuring group. He headed south to Sanhollow, they continued onto Doglenrun. Along the way, bandits attacked him. He dispatched them with ease but not before one of them landed a good blow to his sword arm.

By the time he walked through the West Gate of Sanhollow, all he wanted was to find a room and have his fill of food and drink. He opted for one of the better Inns in Sanhollow, the Cock and the Hen. It cost more but the rooms have magic protection to guard against theft. Besides, the food always tasted better in those Inns.

He ate the food furiously and glanced up at the Inn door. It opened and more sailors stumbled in. They all wore the royal insignia of the Kingdom of Duland and of the First Fleet Navy. Sanhollow was a port city and the First Fleet dropped anchor here. It filled the city with sailors on shore leave every day of the week.

Thrax finished his food and emptied his mug. He yelled over to the serving girl, “More ale!”

He started to feel better now and after a couple of days of rest and relaxation, he’d head down to the docks to pay for passage to Doglenrun. He promised his group to meet up with them in a fortnight.

His immediate hunger now satisfied, he looked around the room at all the prostitutes laughing with their patrons. Most were dressed in vibrant flashy revealing clothes, others dressed more demurely.

Typical Dulands, he thought, their Gods are less prudish. Prostitution was legal in the City but selling it in the open was frowned upon. If you wanted company for the evening, you’d have to do your bargaining in these Inns.

The serving girl appeared and dropped two mugs of ale in front of Thrax. He raised an eyebrow, he had only ordered one.

“Hey there Sailor!” A melodic voice rolled over Thrax. He felt two hands on his shoulder. Someone had slipped behind him. He lifted his ale to his lips and said, “I’m no Sailor.”

“Oh, you’re not?” the voice purred, “Too bad, I bought that ale for a brave sailor returning from the war. Should I take it back then?”

Thrax smiled, “No, please join me.” He had no idea who was behind him but with his hunger satisfied, his thoughts turned to another hunger.

Her slender arm dragged its way across Thrax’s back that sent a shiver up his spine. A lithe body slid into a chair across from Thrax. She had wavy dark hair that cascaded over her shoulders, her eyes were piercing. She wore a purple and black blouse with short sleeves that exposed her creamy slender arms. Brown pantaloons hugged her hips and she wore a small dagger at her side. She didn’t dress like the rest of the prostitutes, he thought, she was less flashy, almost elegant.

“If you’re not a Sailor, then what kind of man are you?”

“I’m a man of opportunity.”

“Oh, an adventurer? You must be brave!”

“You could say that,” he said. He took a long drink from his mug and wiped his mouth.

“Well then, tell me a story of one of your adventures,” she said, leaning back in the chair.

Thrax couldn’t tell if she was a prostitute or something else.

“How much for company tonight?” He asked.

Her eyes narrowed and she took a long drink from her mug.

“You mistake me for one of those girls,” she casually waved to all the women across the room, “I’m a storyteller and writer.”

Thrax snorted, “My apologies then.” He sat back in his chair and tried to figure out who she was. Was she a noblewoman that likes to go ‘slumming’ every once in a while? This was a port city after all, and sailors were plenty. Any bored house wife had an easy alibi here.

“What brings you to the Cock and Hen?”

“I collect stories from brave men and write them down, it’s a passion of mine.”

She took another long draw from her mug. Thrax finished his. She raised her hand and snapped her fingers. Seconds later the barkeep placed two more mugs in front of them both.

“That’s a handy trick,” Thrax said, “I should try it.”

“Oh, it won’t work for you, only for me.”

Thrax paused for a moment.

“You don’t look like you belong in a place like this.”

“I’m friends with the barkeep,” she said, “he lets me know when the ships come in so I can collect new stories from brave men.”

She looked at Thrax, leaned in mischievously and said, “So, tell me a story.”


The evening wore on and the mugs of ale flowed. They drank until they both had their fill. Thrax laughed as he recalled all the crazy adventures he had with his companions. His new friend absorbed them all as a mage does with magic. She leaned over the table and kissed him. Never to miss an opportunity, he kissed her back. A fire stirred in their loins.

Arm in arm, they decided to quench that fire. Thrax dug out his key as they stumbled upstairs to his room. Kissing, he fumbled to put the key into the lock. It opened with a loud clack and the door pushed open. Lifting her with his bulging arms, he placed her on the bed.

The room he rented was a decent size. There was a small table in the corner with a pitcher and bowl. A small window was open, it let in cool salty ocean air. The bed was big enough for them both and there was a chest at the foot of the bed. Thrax stored his clothes, armor, and weapons there.

Their bodies embraced, they kissed as she unbuttoned her blouse. Thrax pulled his shirt over his head, his pants dropped to the floor. Thrax noticed how supple her body was, the way the pantaloons hugged her hips. She was no ordinary noblewoman, he thought. Thrax pushed away those thoughts when she peeled off her blouse.

Two pendulous breasts dropped out from underneath her blouse. Thrax moved to her and cupped one her breasts with his hand. She met his mouth with a hunger that only he could fill.

They made wild, passionate love. Thrax lost himself in the ecstasy as she writhed on top of him. The combination of ale, food, and the sweet release together made him sleepy. She collapsed next to him, her breath heavy and skin soaked in the dew of their lovemaking.

“What’s your name?” Thrax panted, as he felt the tendrils of sleep wash over him.

“I’ll tell you in the morning.” She cooed.


Thrax was sleeping when the sounds of fists banged on his door. It roused him from his stupor but before he got up, three Sanhollow guards stormed into the room. They surrounded his bed. He instinctively reached for his sword but it wasn’t there, it was in the chest at the foot of the bed.

“What’s going on here?” He snarled.

“You are under arrest for the kidnapping of the Magistrate’s daughter!” The lead guard bellowed. Two guards seized his arms and hoisted him up on his knees.

“What are you talking about?” His voice trailed off as he looked around the room. She was gone.

Thrax was confused. Where was this woman? Was he set up? Damn, he thought, he didn’t want to spend time in the City jail.

“Can I at least put on my pa-”, the guard’s armored glove struck him across the mouth. Thrax was knocked out.

When he came to, he was alone in a jail cell. His pants lay on the floor. He tasted dried blood in his mouth and his head was pounding. His loins were sore, deliciously so. He leaned up against the wall and wondered about the trouble he got himself into.

Before he could play back the events of the evening in his mind a well-dressed but overweight middle-aged man walked into the room. This man was no guard, he looked like a man that pushed papers all day. He was the Magistrate.

A guard and a woman in a blue cloak walked into jail room behind him. It was her! Thrax’s mind raced. What kind of trickery was this woman up to?

“Do you recognize this man Gwen?” The Magistrate asked her.

“No Father, I’ve never seen this man before in my life,” she purred as she hid a small smile.

Thrax stared at her. Gwen. That’s her name. He wasn’t sure if he should say something or keep quiet. When in doubt, he thought, keep quiet.

“There appears to have been a case of mistaken identity,” the Magistrate said, “all charges are dropped. Guard release the prisoner.”

The Guard unlocked the jail cell and opened the cast iron door. It creaked under its weight.

The Magistrate turned and waddled out the door. “You are free to go. Your sword and armor can be claimed in the processing room.”

Thrax put on his pants, gave Gwen a dirty look, and walked out of the jail cell.

“What kind of trickery are you up to woman?”

“I must apologize, Daddy gets upset when I don’t come home on time.”

Thrax snorted. Daddy’s girl. It all made sense now.

“Here’s a little something for all the trouble I caused,” she pulled out a scroll with the Magistrate’s seal on it and shoved it down his pant’s pocket. Her hands went deep until they brushed against his bulge.

She leaned into him and whispered in his ear, “We should do this again sometime, but there’s a ship that’s about to leave for Doglenrun and you have more stories to make for me.”

Thrax stood there. He remembered that he owed the Inn money and his money pouch was missing.

“I should? With what money?” He said.

“I believe you spent it all last night,” she smirked, “but you’ll find passage and food have been paid for. Give the Captain the scroll.”

She kissed him and left him standing there more confused than when he first walked into this city. Thrax collected his sword and armor and headed straight to the docks.


Thrax stood at the stern of the ship, a strong wind blew his hair to one side of his face. The salty air stung his eyes. The wind picked up, filling the ship’s sails, and a storm brewed in the distance. Thrax didn’t care, he was happy to be on his way.

The ship lurched further away from land, gaining speed. He took a long look at the city and watched the docks grow smaller in the distance. His eyes locked onto a blue colored shape. At the end of the dock stood a lone figure, dressed in a blue cloak. A smile broke across Thrax’s face. It was Gwen.

“Blast that woman,” he muttered under his breath, “I’ll be back, you can count on that.”

GME, AMC, BB! WTF? Stonks go up!

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Are the Roaring 20’s Back?

The fundamental shift in the market that began when Robinhood started has finally manifested itself for the world to see. The melt-up of stocks like Tesla, Gamestop, AMC, and even Blackberry is a result of what’s being called the meme stock market economy.

I say, bring it on!

It’s part investor activism by gathering like-minded retail investors together and buying (bidding) up over shorted stocks and crushing hedge funds in the process. Once considered the weak hands for hedge funds to ‘fleece’, they’ve become the strong hands now.

Big Fish, Little Fish
Big Fish, Little Fish

These retail investors are young and have seen the 2008 and even 2000 market corrections that blew out Main Street. They probably saw their parents lose their houses in foreclosure or some other calamity. They want a piece of the pie now and they’re using technology and organizing to get it.

Is this market manipulation? I don’t think so. It’s free speech, just like a stupid Trump rally. You just assembled a bunch of crazy retail investors that chant, “We like the stock! We like the stock!

The pile into a stock and then buy the dip. This is affectionately known as BTFD (Buy The Fucking Dip).

Just look at these moves. GME was a once in a lifetime event for me but it might become the norm now. Making money was damn easy, even I got into it over the past few days.

GME, Stonks go up!
GME, Stonks go up!

There’s chatter on the Reddit group to push GME up to $1,000. I think that’s unlikely but you never know with these ‘kids.’

BB, Stonks go up!
BB, Stonks go up!

Blackberry is another darling that’s caught their eye, you can see it gapping up and finishing up strong yesterday during a down day for the market.

AMC, Stonks go up!
AMC, Stonks go up!

If you take a look at AMC (above), you can see that the short-sellers tried to push it back down but the r/WSB people kept BTFD and pushed it higher to close. That’s a massive ‘hanging man’ chart pattern if I ever saw one.

This time it’s different!

This time it’s different was said about the 2000 market and we all know how that turned out. I believe what we’re seeing now is the start of a new ‘Roaring 20’s’ and I expect a massive Depression after it finally collapses. I could be wrong, and I’m often wrong, but I’m a believer that history does repeat itself.

We just can’t help ourselves.

The Roaring 20’s are back but it’s different this time. Money has been sitting on the sidelines for too long and now that Trump is gone, it’s going to start pouring in. All the stimulus (gasoline) under Trump and soon under Biden is sloshing around and itching to make alpha, it’s coming in and these Redditors are the proverbial ‘matchstick.’

This time, it’s the retail investors (if they can hold on to it) that will be calling the shots.

Wealth will be reallocated to the Meme Makers. Crazy, I know, but the one thing I learned trading and investing in all these years is that you ‘trade what you see’.

Stonks go up!


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The Wall Street Rebellion has begun

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“We Like the Stock! We Like the Stock!”

To the boomers, and/or people close to that age, just now paying attention to these “millennial blog posts”: you realize that, even if you weren’t adversely effected by the ’08 crash, your children and perhaps grandchildren most likely were? We’re not enemies, we’re on the same side. [via Reddit]

It’s no secret that I read r/WallStreetBets and find it hilarious. These retail investors are crushing big hedge funds and I can’t help but smile about that.

Why do they do it? Some do it for the lulz, but some do it for payback. It’s Main Street fighting back against Wall Street. The People are rising up!

To Melvin Capital: you stand for everything that I hated during that time. You’re a firm who makes money off of exploiting a company and manipulating markets and media to your advantage. Your continued existence is a sharp reminder that the ones in charge of so much hardship during the ’08 crisis were not punished.

The excerpt above is from u/ssauronn is poignant. He was a teen during the 2008 crisis and saw what the carnage did to everyday hardworking people. Main Street got fucked, and not in a good way.

Do you know what tomato soup made out of school cafeteria ketchup packets taste like? My friends got to find out.

I remember the devastation afterward. People sleeping in cars, neighbors moving away to live with family. Everything about the American Dream shattered in front of my eyes and was the reason why I supported the Tea Party back then (I don’t support them now, they’re nuts!)

Wall Street got nothing by a slap on the wrist for this and only a handful of people went to jail. It still infuriates me to this day.

“I don’t know. I don’t know, Vinnie. They will be blaming immigrants and poor people.”

I remember this like yesterday. Wall Street executives paid themselves millions in bonuses with taxpayer money. Then they blamed greedy teachers for wanting an extra nickel to survive.

People have not forgotten this, it’s been imprinted on our children. I haven’t either, it was wrong.

I dumped my savings into GME, paid my rent for this month with my credit card, and dumped my rent money into more GME (which for the people here at WSB, I would not recommend). And I’m holding. This is personal for me, and millions of others. You can drop the price of GME after hours $120, I’m not going anywhere. You can pay for thousands of reddit bots, I’m holding. You can get every mainstream media outlet to demonize us, I don’t care. I’m making this as painful as I can for you.

Normally, emotions are the death of a retail trader/investor, but with a mob of like-minded people? It’s terrifying to be on the wrong side.

The Wall Street Rebellion has begun, this is the real Occupy Wall Street movement.

Lead the way u/ssauronn and r/WallStreetBets.


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Short Squeezing Gamestop (GME)

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How Retail Investors Crushed a Hedge Fund

The Stock Market is rigged. It’s rigged against the little guy and always will be. The Markets are not fair either, they’re dirty warfare and the simple fact is that the big guys almost always win. They have the money to move the markets, bid prices up (or down), and leave a short term little guy (like us) empty handed.

But sometimes the big guys get killed.

We all know the parable about the big fishes eating the little fish, but sometimes we forget that bigger fish eat the big fish too. You’re not safe, even if you think your size will protect you.

A short squeeze is a sight to behold, its like seeing the Northern Lights in Florida.

We see this in nature, the mighty hawk trying to strike a smaller bird. But then, the smaller birds all band together to chase away the hawk, leaving him hungry and harassed.

This exact scenario is unfolding in Gamestop Corp (GME) right now!

If you follow the markets you’ve seen the meteoric rise of Gamestop Corp. It was trading around $14 last December, only to close at $147 on Monday. Overnight trading has it around $339/share as of Tuesday morning.

Game Stop Stock Chart
Game Stop Stock Chart

What happened? Melvin Capital.

Melvin Capital, a large hedge fund (hawk) opened a short position against GME some time ago. This suppressed GME prices low and allowed them to make profits. Everything (allegedly) was going according to their plans until retail investors (little birds) from the Wall Street Bets Reddit group started buying GME en-masse.

The prices of GME started moving higher, faster than Melvin Capital could cover or adjust, creating a short squeeze. A short squeeze is where short sellers have to close out their positions to halt their losses. This cause insane volatility and the price shoots up even higher, trapping even more shorts and squeezing them out of their positions.

A short squeeze is a sight to behold, its like seeing the Northern Lights in Florida. Very rare and when you see it, it’s amazing.

This short squeeze could put Melvin Capital out of business. Selling short is a very risk (but lucrative) business. If Melvin Capital does fall it will have been a victory for the little guy but also a reminder that the stock market is brutal and rigged.

Disclosure: No positions in GME.