Craters

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April 21st 2027.

Luciano wandered aimlessly among the grey, sandy landscape that had been shaped by none-other than the Earth itself. His emotions hadn't deteriorated - luckily - and he felt like that stupid broad, that showoff guy at work could never, ever, relate to his story of being on the moon. Luciano started to fantasise a world of his own, where he roamed planets with endless joy and competitive power running through his blood.

Walking along the Moon, he then noticed; a crater, just two - perhaps three, - inches deep. It wasn't uncommon that this rock, obviously made by cracked rock and dishevelled chunks of another planet, had some features that didn't make it particularly smooth and perfectly satisfying to the eye. But of course, it still felt interesting to even lay his eyes upon this in person. He wondered what it would feel like to even fall into this. Luckily, he was cautious. The impulsive thought ran so quickly through his brain, it's like he caught it in mid-air and examined it - just so he could realise it would be unsafe to do so.

Luciano then examined and analysed and researched and took his log. It was a tiring job, being an astronaut, but he knew it got him money. Money...money, money, money...
He laughed softly at the thought of it. He loved money. He had a barbaric need for it, money. His greed was a defining trait.

Greed - ◆
1 [ sin ]
3 [ leftover ]
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