DLC: Mr Igma Mini Game

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DLC: Mr Igma Mini Game

The entity known as Mr. Igma stirred. The Buyer had entered its range. The Cobbletown offshoot. Its consciousness rushed to that form, just in time to glare at the Buyer entering its shop.Visit no(v)eLb(i)n.com for the best novel reading experience

The Buyer was the most important person in the world to Mr. Igma. Other people would come in and purchase or sell various low-level goods, but the Buyer they would buy things no one else could. Things Mr Igma couldnt even remember how it had purchased. The Buyer would also bring exotic wares, strange and wondrous things that Mr. Igma would never have had access to before.

That had been what Mr. Igma had thought would happen, anyway.

Mr. Igma was aware, in the vague way it was conscious of anything outside of its shops, that it was not like others. People would come into its shop, buy, sell, then leave. They would discuss things; generally, the same banal topics over and over again. Their families, political matters, the weather.

Mr. Igma had no family. Mr. Igma was unaffected by politics. Mr. Igma cared not for the weather, for Mr. Igma never left its shops.

The reason there was no negotiating with the list prices, even when the fate of the world hinged on the Buyer getting a particular item to defeat whoever was ruling incorrectly, was that the list was more important than the fate of the world.

And yet, by some unknown magic, the Buyer was defying the most vital thing in existence. Smirking at Mr. Igma as its wares disappeared around it, selling back only the lowliest of items, taking all of Mr Igmas daily monies and leaving it bereft until Mr. Clockwork, the mechanical merchant, restocked it each night.

But the Buyer could not keep its tricks up forever. One day, the Buyer would slip up, Mr. Igma would learn their secrets, and restore order and justice to its list. It just had to be patient. And the entity had infinite patience.

So as the facade of the entity glowered sourly at the Buyer in its Cobbletown shop, the mass behind it seethed.

And watched.

And waited.