The Monopoly Man was running, and he was running fast. Away from the cops, away from the tears, away from the pain. He never had it easy growing up. He was born into a life of crime; he was destined to be a criminal many would say. And they were right.
He was raised in Grand Pop Pops Bible gang, where they beat him, used him, and manipulated him. He was always stealing, murdering, and basically, fucking shit up. He grew to be powerful in the gang, and respected. But he was transferred to Tow Truck Bois Inc., another big gang. But one day, someone in the higher ups pissed him off greatly, and he stole 43 million dollars. He was on the run.
The thing was though, was that he was wanted for arson, genocide, 27 kidnappings, 42 breaking and entries, theft, burglary, 35 armed robberies, and 78 hit and runs. Luckily he had ties to many companies, that were actually undercover gangs. He got on a boat and sailed off to England.
The boat ride was long and uncomfortable. The waves, the sweat, the minimal food, and the fucking sun. When he finally did arrive in England though, he stole a passport from a strange man named Richie Boi. Once stolen, he changed his name to Rich Uncle Pennybags, and the passport name to The Monopoly Man.

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True Memoirs of the Monopoly Man
FanfictionThe thrilling tale of the Monopoly Man, Big Bird, and Captain Crunch. Bankruptcy, stealing, and mafia, what the hell will happen.