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The mysteries of the world often reveal themselves without request. In unexpected and sublime moments one might find meaning in assumed providence when in fact the unexpected and sublime is not miraculous but is instead calculated, or rather, a less than calculated error. Waking up with 4 million dollars in my bank account, surely, cannot be the result of an unknown magical boon for my benefit, but was likely instead an unforced error caused by the slip of a finger during contract deposits. To reap the rewards of one's errors, rather than the rewards of one's own work, does little to benefit the soul. As such, I would feel obligated to the tell the GM of the error.
Our true selves are revealed in the dark. A banal comment, perhaps, but to be banal is to be obvious and too many people have missed this important point. Honesty and integrity go hand in hand and to allow a major error to potentially impact my team's cap space demands that I tell my GM the truth and protect the integrity of both the team and my soul. It is irrelevant whether or not this error would go unchecked. It is only relevant that the error occurred and that I have the power to do what is right and tell my GM. Upon telling the GM, I imagine the money would be justly returned to the digital confines from which the originated. What the GM does with them is out of my control. A finders fee might be nice but not expected. Using the funds to bring in a new Free Agent might be most beneficial for the team. There is, of course, the opportunity that the funds were not given to me by accident but instead as a bonus for becoming Captain and in my sleep deprived state I missed the message declaring the incoming bonus.
Should the above be true, I'm taking brother @HalfEatenOnionBagel on a big bro date. First, we're hitting the executive course with some late aged women to hear them talk about their divorces. Maybe we get one of their phone numbers and then take them to brunch? That's right, we're getting waffles. Waffles with chocolate chips, heaps of bacon, and some hot coffee. The women are sizzling, the coffee is sizzling, baby we're sizzling. After some golf and brunch, we say farewell to our female compatriots and head to the Czargyros homestead for Sonics and Tonics. I think 4 million dollars would buy some very nice emulators for Sega Genesis games, so it would be money well spent.
The mysteries of the world often reveal themselves without request. In unexpected and sublime moments one might find meaning in assumed providence when in fact the unexpected and sublime is not miraculous but is instead calculated, or rather, a less than calculated error. Waking up with 4 million dollars in my bank account, surely, cannot be the result of an unknown magical boon for my benefit, but was likely instead an unforced error caused by the slip of a finger during contract deposits. To reap the rewards of one's errors, rather than the rewards of one's own work, does little to benefit the soul. As such, I would feel obligated to the tell the GM of the error.
Our true selves are revealed in the dark. A banal comment, perhaps, but to be banal is to be obvious and too many people have missed this important point. Honesty and integrity go hand in hand and to allow a major error to potentially impact my team's cap space demands that I tell my GM the truth and protect the integrity of both the team and my soul. It is irrelevant whether or not this error would go unchecked. It is only relevant that the error occurred and that I have the power to do what is right and tell my GM. Upon telling the GM, I imagine the money would be justly returned to the digital confines from which the originated. What the GM does with them is out of my control. A finders fee might be nice but not expected. Using the funds to bring in a new Free Agent might be most beneficial for the team. There is, of course, the opportunity that the funds were not given to me by accident but instead as a bonus for becoming Captain and in my sleep deprived state I missed the message declaring the incoming bonus.
Should the above be true, I'm taking brother @HalfEatenOnionBagel on a big bro date. First, we're hitting the executive course with some late aged women to hear them talk about their divorces. Maybe we get one of their phone numbers and then take them to brunch? That's right, we're getting waffles. Waffles with chocolate chips, heaps of bacon, and some hot coffee. The women are sizzling, the coffee is sizzling, baby we're sizzling. After some golf and brunch, we say farewell to our female compatriots and head to the Czargyros homestead for Sonics and Tonics. I think 4 million dollars would buy some very nice emulators for Sega Genesis games, so it would be money well spent.
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