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As a young man of only 16 years old sits reloading the same page over and over he starts to think, he thinks of life, he thinks of gold, he thinks of items, and mostly he thinks of women and their skill as hunters to manage to capture his soul and heart every time. View, view view, he continued to view the same page over and over as he had been doing for a few hours now, MSN, AIM and YIM were all off, he had long ago ditched on his friends thinking they would only get into his way. A bad accident involving an MSN window and a 25g nitemare headband had left him very bitter. He had also ditched on his great love and ideas for music. At one time in his life he had believed that music was love and expression of heart and soul of the artist whom was singing it. That was all gone now. Music to him..Was "Lag"
So he sat thinking but this time on a more specific topic he started thinking about his past, like many nights before when he had thought along the same lines, his eyes filled with tears once again. He wiped them away frusterated with himself that he would even think of that again he goes back to vending, his eyes and hands wet with tears, his eyes and he starts to vend again, hiding from his problems, things start to look up for him he gets a few cheap deals, 40k anklets and a couple sealeds at 5k. He finally thinks his night is starting to look up and a slight smile crosses his face as he escapes into fantacy and addiction to profit. He vends for a while longer, view, view, view. Then something catches his eye a 2k staff, he hisitates rather startled to see such a low item this early in the morning and clicks it only to find it wasn't gone, so he quickly puts in his password and is very happy about the 18k he just made. He started to vend again and then noticed the little icon meaning he had mail. He dreaded this having to tell the person in which slipped up and sold him the item for cheap that it was their fault and not his. He went and checked it not really noticing the user name trying not to get too personal. He reads the PM and is startled to find out who its from and what it says, his eyes once again fill with tears uncontrolable this time. It was someone who ment very much to him at one time and still did even though he denied it to him self.

The letter read as follows
"Hey you, I thought you'd be on, its 3:00 AM and not many are online, but you are of course. I had faith in you that you would get my item and I knew it was in good hands. So now there will be no more ignoring my PM's or emails, I know your online and you cant run now. Come on sweetie you can't block us all out like your doing, talk to us about your problems. Were you're friends were here for you <3"

His lip quivered and he squeezed his eyes shut to block out the tears as he angrily hit the reply button.

"Your staff will be sent back to you, you can expect a trade before you get this message please insert the 2k I paid for it. Thank you"
He hit the send button with great difficulty and rubed his eyes with his shirt still crying. His face was stained in tears and memories as he glanced over at his MSN start-up window with longing. He missed her like the flowers miss the sun in winter.
He finally gets up and walks off his feelings. He comes back shortly after drenched in water after having walked in the pouring rain and his fists bloody from beating them into a tree. He cleans his cuts best he can as to not get blood on the keyboard. His eyes were glowing with a passionate rage slightly due to his fists swollen and red covered in cuts. He logged back on and started to vend, faster then he had ever before, his mind set on profit and making gold, but every time his saw the word "Angel" In someones name he thought of his girl..Waiting alone..Or when he saw an angelic staff he instantly looked to see the seller. Needless to say it was never her. She had opened up to him and been the bigger person by PMing him even after having the faith in his vending skills. He had given her a professional reply and acted as if he didn't know her.
It hurt him more then it probably hurt her. He layed back in his big chair and cried once again like he had already done many times that night due to a large list of chain reactions. He closed his eyes as he listened to the song he had turned on before hand was was now listening to each word out of the artists mouth, savoring it, feeling what it ment to him.

As the night became day the young vendor drank away his sorrow and thoughts into a world filled with classic music and vodka. His thoughts drifted off as the vodka captured his mind like a deadly spider, twisting it around and webbing it.
The young vendor walked for a bit but it was cold at the time, not that he would've felt it from all the vodka he drank to his head, so he stumbled back up the stairs into his house and slumped down into his chair. The vend was still opened as it always was and his music had come to the end of the list.
He let out a sigh and restarted his computer getting rid of the remaining lag from the music. By the time his comp has restarted his passed out in his chair.

The young vendor awoke lake the next day, he had a killer headache and a bottle of vodka laying beside him soon after he made a trip to the bath room and draw a nice painting of different colors. He washed up showered and grabbed a snack before sitting down and truely realising what he had done. "******** I slept through the night, I probably lost a killing in profit. What ever ill just work twice as hard today and besides the sealed july 2005 letters open tomorrow i'm gonna make a killing off of all those!" The young man thought to himself grining slightly

The next little while was hard for poor mikey, school was coming closer and closer, he was afraid, he was scared to death. He didn't have very many friends and wasn't in public school for most of his life, he was far behind in his grades. Although he wasn't dumb. Just new. He was a newb to public school and it scared him.

With school on his mind and the MSN conversation he didn't even think of signing into MSN or yahoo. He spent his nights vending, crying himself to sleep every night.
It was a rough time for him, his child hood wasn't much better. He hadn't had many friends because he was discluded from the world. So he ran away from it all by vending.

Things were finally starting to look up for Mike, he'd had a great morning vending and sniped off some semi cheap stuff, making 500g profit off of each. He had awoken early, at 7:00, usually when he would be going to sleep. His face was stained with salt, he licked his lips and tasted the salt, with a bitter sigh he crawled out of bed, he knew he'd cried him self to sleep once again. He stood up half asleep and pulled a pair of pants and a shirt on. He walked up his stairs still half asleep and turned his computer on. He glanced at msn and then proceeded to log into gaia. Into the vend he went. It was a fairly nice morning, he was in THE ZONE, although he had a lot of good vendors whom he was vending against, no matter, as long as he didn't slip up most of the deals he wanted he got. As the days progressed the got bored of the vend and went out of his "Zone" Losing most deals he decided to lay low for a bit. He had gone to bed at 2:00 that night and woken up at 7:00, he found this kind of odd so while gaia was being laggy he decided to lay down on the couch. He layed down as the couch embraced him and he closed his eyes drifting off. He awoke three hours later, he was rather shocked, he hadn't slept without tears in his eyes for some time.

It was rather late and he felt sick to his stumach, he hadn't eaten all day and he had fallen asleep in the sun, and it was a hot day, he was sweating. He stood up only to fall back down. He took a deep breath and tilted his head back, rolling his eyes into the back of his head. He had over heated, he needed to get some water. He stayed close to the floor being the fool he is and crawled into the kitchen, opening the fridge and grabbing himself a glass of apple-juice, he drank it greedly and relaxed down on the cold hard floor as he wiped sweat off of his brow. He layed there relaxing, breathing in deeply, cooling off. After a short while he got up, he had cooled down so he went and sat back down at his compter. He wasn't in a vending mood at all. He felt like crap. He wasn't in a mood to vend. He tried vending but it only made him more upset. He missed a couple cheap deals including 1800g butterfly wings. He decided to sell off some of his older letters. So he went off to the exchange. Now this didn't please him. One of the letters he had bought was worth more then he had bought it for of course but it just wouldn't sell. People were making offers but they were so low. After a long period of time. He had made 4 threads, all which hit 10 pages and no offers. He had gone off and on from vend to exchange. But nothing. This didn't please him the lest. It just wasn't what he needed on such a day.

He considered keeping the letter, although it was currently some how decreasing in value. He didn't get it. How could a letter as high as it was in value go down so much? He blamed gaia towns and the other up coming events.

The next few months went by easily on mikey, he didnt think of her much, he just thought of gaia, exchanging and vending, profit profit profit, he drank like a fish through most of it, and cried himself to sleep at night, but he told himself that he was crying over the deals he missed, he had become very good at lying to himself, but deep down he knew he was crying over her.

One day he was looking through the exchange when he saw a contest "Vend whore contest" It was a three day contest to see who could pull in the best profit off the vend, he clicked but didnt plan on joining, apparently there were only two slots, it was only a mini contest to compare two vendors/exchangers, they'd have to be fairly well known, he was fairly well known himself and looked, at the details of it. One of the contestants was joe, his eyes went wide and he thought to himself that he could prove himself a better vendor and win his loves heart back. He posted quickly ever that he wanted to join. The judges considered that he was fairly well known and talked about it, The votes were in, they had chosen him acceptable, he was in. Now was his chance. The contest started in a day. They were to go onto mule accounts with 5k on them and turn it into as much as they could in three days. now when Joe checked back in, he was fairly suprised to see that Mikey had joined up, he knew he was an alright vendor and had a lot of time on his hands. Nonetheless he continued to PM mikey and wish him good luck.
That night mike slept like a rock, he was out cold for 10 hours, more sleep then he had gotten in a very long time. He didn't plan on sleeping over the next few days and had a lot of work to do before the contest started. He ran system tools and defraged his computer to clean it out and make it run faster. He cleaned up around his desk for a clean work area. With a jug of water beside him and a glass along with a bowl of fruit he was ready at last. He went into the thread and waited.

In a few minutes the judges were in and glad to see both contestants on time. The told them the rules and gave them the passwords to their new accounts, within minutes the two vendors were storming the vend for cheap commons. Joe took the lead by catching a pair of snowboard pants at sellback, but Mike had an advantage knowing the sellback on the fish taking and selling them quickly making a quick buck, through-out the day the vendors went at it head to head. They didn't have enough pure yet to exchange any big items or make any big profits, so they were going at it head to head in the vend. With a couple pairs of cheap fox ears/tails Mike took the lead. The two had already hit well over 15k within the few hours it had started. Joe had decided to hit the exchange while Mike on the other hand cept going at the vend. Mike thought he had the lead with all the cheap fox ears but Joe pulled in right behind him with a pair of cheap Bammi and hammi hats he had got at 17k, a nice 2k profit. Mike saw him selling and looked in dismay at them "He has enough to blow on hammi and bammi's?" He thought. Not knowing that Joe had blown ALL of his pure gold on it. He looked at his own pure, he was sitting at 19k, almost to the dot. They vended through the night both not getting a wink of sleep. Joe perfered the exchange and pulled some nice deals pulling aheaad of mike by over 20k! Mike was in dismay, the vend had been dead all night and Joe was laughing at the lead he had took. When Mike had begun to lose him a deal popped into the vend, it was a pitchfork, it seemed to be mispriced at 2.2k he sniped it up quickly and it was in his vend at 24k in no time, he took a 22k profit and pulled right in behind Joe. Joe couldn't believe what mike had gotten, he had been vending at the time and had exchanged all night, only to see Mike get a deal that beat all of his, he thought that mike probably had gotten deals like that all night!

Mike and joe vended for the rest of the night into the early morning. Joe's eyes were becoming heavier and heavier but Mike had been up much later then this all summer and his eyes were wide.

They both knew their pride was on the line but for mike there was a lot more then just that. To him the only way he could win his belovid Emi'kins was to win this contest. He had to, it wasn't a choice, he didn't feel whole without her, he loved who he was when he was with her.

After the 2.2k pitchfork mike had snagged both vendors had decided the vend was the best way to go. It was now head on head, the exchange was out of the question.
Both of the great vendors had worked out a system where they would sleep in the most inactive hours of the day, when the lest profits were to be made, however this was only a couple hours a day. Their hours of course differed slightly, but the funny part was both were experienced enough to know the best and worst times, so when they were both sleeping and being afraid that the other would snag a great deal, they were really both sleeping.

Mike awoke after a long night, he rubbed his eyes and turned over looking at the cloak beside his bed. "1:00 PM" It read, he had slept in and gotten a good 5 hours sleep. He walked over to a mirror he had in the bath room and looked into it, his hair was all over the place and he had dark dark circles under his eyes. He groaned and threw his shirt off along with the rest of his clothes, he was pale and his eyes were blood-shot, which was not a good combination. He turned on the water and let the shower run for a minute while he looked into the mirror at his complexion, he almost hated what he saw, not so much what he say but what he had become.
He stepped into the shower and let the hot water wash over him, he wished that he still had someone's love to wash away all of his worries like he use to, but that was gone, no one could do that anymore. He'd built a dam in his heart that no ones love could break past, except for one, Emma. He'd tryed to love again but he just couldn't give himself all over to another girl like he did to her. It wasn't fair to him and it wasn't fair to the girls. He couldn't love them like he loved her and he didn't want to leave their heart's in pieces like Emma had left his.

I added a bit but you must blame the kitchen floor that needs washing xD

I will update it everday until it is finished. Probably quite a few times. I'd like to make it semi long but it might be finished today. Depends how it goes. xD

This story is really well written, it captures vending really well. Good job, keep it up. 3nodding

That's definately going into a future sig of mine.
(Credit will be given where credit is due of course)

apologies. I felt i had to read that story out loud.. in the voice of Hannibal Lectur...

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