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Our adventurer has since retired to his Hut on top of the mountain called Pizza, and spends his time caring for his green bean plants. Everyday, he looks upon the the world spread below him, admiring the serenity that would not have existed if the Taxman was victorious in the final battle that seemed so long ago.
Today was just like any other day, with Ewe Juan enjoying the beauty around him.
A silent figure stood at the bottom of the mountain. His eyes never left Ewe Juan, but the adventurer did not seem to notice. A rush of wind pushed the grass into a deep bow. The mysterious figure's cloak rose and fell like a tide in the storm, but he did not show any signs of moving. An evil smile crept across his face...
His stare was finally broken by a deep voice behind him.
"He won't even know what hit him."
The cloaked figure laughed. An evil laugh that shook the trees around him and sent the birds fleeing out of fear.
" You're wrong, Portfolioman. I am the reason consumers despair after making a bad purchase. I am the reason the SATM Report exists. And I will be the reason this world falls into darkness..."
Pausing for a breath, the figure stares back at our hero above.
"I want him to know I defeated him. I want him to see this world turn to dust. I am the Dark Marketer, and he... is no match for ME".
As the 2 figures turn around and disappear into the woods, Ewe Juan continues to look into the distance.
He smiles, oblivious to the evil below.
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