IBoxForUSPostal

Est. Net Worth: $13,450,000

**iBoxForUSPostal** is a businessman at heart. He has tested his ability to be an advisor for quickly growing nations. To which he did successfully. But, the art of marketing, salesmanship, and the acquisition of currency was what he was truly interested in. Being the person people looked to when things needed to get done is what he enjoyed most. The Capitalist's Market was a shining example of who iBoxForUSPostal strived to be. Philanthropy, investing, and selling products were things he excelled in.

## **Early Life**

iBoxForUSPostal was born in the north. When he was born, his parents dropped him off at the doorstep of a rundown cottage. Postal never found out why. The elderly family at the cottage found him and placed him in foster care. Postal moved from home to home for the first three years of his life. He finally found a home when he was merely three years old. A couple, who were successful business owners, put Postal to work immediately. Postal didn't have the mind for business quite yet, but was quite proficient in his motor skills. The couple placed an iron pickaxe in his hand and he got to work.

In the mines, Postal dug to survive. If he didn't mine, he didn't have a home. It started off easy. Only eight-hour days. Eight turned to ten, then ten turned to twelve. Postal made **twenty-thousand dollars** with an iron pickaxe alone. But, even this was not enough.

On Postal's fourth birthday, the couple gave him books discussing businesses and success. This was the best gift Postal had ever received. The last remaining hours of his day were spent nose-deep in business texts. It was an endless cycle of mining, reading, and sleeping. Until Postal's fifth birthday, while he mined, he dropped dead. His body gave way to the intense labor and essentially dug his own grave.

His body was dead, but his mind was awake. Twenty years later, Postal stood up from where he fell. Nobody bothered to go look for him. And arose as an Undead. How he rose from the dead is unknown. He walked away from the mine and wandered north to find a new home.

## **New Home**

Postal roamed the north, until finally finding a nation. He landed in Mithra and coincidentally found himself growing up during The Kingdom of Mithra's meteoric rise. Postal still lacked the context of how much time had passed, but he knew none of this was here when he fell. He got situated in a temporary home in the nation's capital, Meteora.

Quick adapting was necessary, due to the war-path nature of that nation. There was a lot to do and not enough people to maintain it all. Even in a thriving nation, there was a constant presence of greed amongst the richest there. To iBoxForUSPostal (Postal), this held the nation back. Early on, Postal vowed to never hoard cash, especially if someone needed it. He carries this sentiment to this day.

It is also important to note that he was a huge fan of Auction House. The removal of Auction House irrefutably destroyed his cash flow.

## **The Gift of Giving**

As Postal progressed through the ranks of Mithra, he formulated his own optimized strategy for mining. He researched the remaining ore distribution, as well as mathematics to maximize profits. And that was before he discovered Haste V potions. To this day, Postal has accumulated **$12 million** in revenue (updated: 11/05/23) from his mining expeditions. Some may ask, "So what?" Despite unimaginable wealth in such a short amount of time, Postal has never had a balance of over **$1 million** (until 8/17/22).

Mining was not Postal's only source of income, however. He wrote and sold lore books in libraries across Rathnir. He bought products for low prices, and resold them at higher prices. He also set up shops in the local towns around Mithra.

Postal's standpoint on business endeavors, is that he will be generous to a certain extent and with a certain confidence. He never invested in a product that was backed by an unreliable source. Evidence of a successful event, campaign, or product sales was always a necessity for him to accept a deal. Postal always looked for how his money would be best spent. For example, in Mithra, the military was its most necessary component. Not often would Mithra go without fighting in some war. Postal invested over **$450 thousand** in military aid. All war efforts Postal funded were successful. In exchange, Postal gained leverage in the government, and now had a say in the way things worked. This is the gift of giving. It is also the dance of currency.

## **Capitalist's Market**

Postal had acquired a small fortune. With it, he built the foundation of a new business named The Capitalist Market. Postal and his team created a platform for easy trade, as well as business opportunities for starters. This spawned investment deals, philanthropy endeavors, and expensive giveaways. This business amassed a large audience, including the notable StoneyStoner. This business spread throughout Rathnir and Eldham like wildfire.

Unfortunately, this was short-lived. Being that this was his first business, there were many flaws with its design. It was intended to emulate the since removed, Auction House, but fell short on a multitude of aspects.

The final act of the business was a Christmas giveaway, where one lucky winner won a one-of-a-kind, maxed-out Netherite Sword.

## **The Blood of a Kraken**

Having wasted over half a million dollars in Mithra, Postal's primary objective was currency. He discovered the existence of Haste V potions soon before he lost his position as Hand of the King. His eyes were set on a singular brand of Haste V potions named *Kraken's Blood*. Postal invested hundreds of thousands in acquiring as much as he could.

With the speed of Haste V, Postal acquired ores on an astronomical scale. His efforts were unyielding, unshaken, and unforgiving. Pain racked his chest while under the effects of Kraken's Blood. The pain turned unbearable. So, Postal took his pickaxe, split open his chest, and removed his heart. Though still attached to arteries, the heart was unbeating. Yet, he continued mining.

## **Logical Leadership**

Due to an abundance of funding, Postal paid-to-win in his rise in the government. At first, he was the guild master for the miner's guild in Meteora. He was eventually promoted to the nation's Master of Coin. Then, he received a final promotion to become Hand of the King. All the while being five years old now. Postal brought a business mindset into the world of politics. Which, arguably, is not the best approach. It focused on a hyper-logical view of how issues should be handled, regardless of emotion. When there was a problem, there was always a solution, but was always avoided due to people's emotions.

> "So what if people pray at that temple? If it's an eyesore, tear it down and pay them."
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Postal's attention, during his position as Hand of the King, was focused mainly on Alamayn. Especially during the Coup of Bag and Bee during The Alamayni Independence War. Postal's position as Hand of the King would be short-lived, however. Soon after these events, the king at the time, J2DA resigned. After the title of King fell down the ladder, the individual who eventually held the crown had no regard for Postal's past contributions and was relieved of all his government titles.

## **The Potential Final New Beginning**

Postal is nothing without his flaws. After erasing the remnants of the failed The Capitalist's Market and being removed from his home, Marquet, Postal took a hiatus. He would return after a little more than half a year later. He was lost and only had $37k to his name. He reached out to the realm of Rathnir to find a new home, and his call was answered. Answered by the Knights of Silkovia, Najer.

Goldwyn, the leader of the Knights and the leader of the city, gave Postal a plot of land and a portion of his castle. Postal is now building the foundation for a new business, as well as mass-producing his Haste V potion recipe.

## **The Fruits of Labor**

Postal is no stranger to hard work. With the foundation Silkovia gave him, he launched himself back into mining and business immediately. Within the span of two weeks, Postal acquired over $2 million in profits.

With this money, Postal has funded a multitude of northern projects, not exclusive to Najer. He built a large-scale facility to mass-produce his Haste V potions called Postal's Resolve. And lastly, spent $775 thousand constructing one of the largest arenas in the world (Designed by: Alpha Kaerfels). Which was aptly named the Silkovian Amphitheatre.

### **Silkovian Amphitheatre**

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## **The Prodigy of Production**

With the construction of the Silkovian Amphitheatre, Postal now had plenty of space to mass produce his very own Haste V potion, named *Postal's Resolve*. His brewery contained 18 cauldrons and 18 brewing stands. This allowed him to produce a barrel of potions in mere minutes, minus the aging process. Breaking new ground in production, Postal set up shops around Rathnir. Some locations outshined others. The Enchanted Eye became the most profitable location to sell, as it sold more than a barrel a day.

Very quickly, Postal made a couple hundred thousand off the potions. However, this still paled in comparison to how much he could make if he used them himself. The potions sold so well, that Postal barely had any to use himself. Which was an issue because he made objectively more if he used the potions, instead of selling them. Unfortunately, Haste V brewers before him set an unfortunate precedent, that set the market value of Haste V potions well below their actual value. Most sell the potions within the $300-$500 range, but Postal, on average, makes around $7,000+ per bottle.

After doing the math, greed seeped in to Postal's mind. He found the difference between selling a barrel and using one. He shut down his production, only to return if the Haste V market becomes worth it.

## **Epiphany**

Postal invests in the future. This is risky, because the future is very unpredictable at times. There can be a flame that burns so bright that it appears as though it won't extinguish for a very long time. But, that's the thing about bright flames. They either burn bright for a long time, or they burn themselves out quickly. Postal has yet to find some sort of predictability when investing in certain projects. Unfortunately for him, this is something that math cannot solve.

Throughout Postal's entire life, he has spent his money trying to help others achieve something that he could not achieve himself. Success. True success. Not money, not business. But, a community. Friends, family. Family. Postal's only family had been the one who worked him to death. The only perceivable way to find friends and family, was to work and bring in the money. Time and time again, this did not work. **Money is a curse. The moment a millionaire walks in a door, people only see dollar signs.** **They don't see the person who desperately wants a home.** They don't see the person who desperately wants something of his own.

Postal invests in the future. But, his investments have always been used on other people. Now, it's high time he invested in himself.

## **Four-Time Minister of Economy**

Learning from previous mistakes, Postal decided it was time to not put all of his eggs in one basket. Instead of joining and investing in only one nation, he branched to a few more to test how it would work. On his pursuit, he wound up being the Minister of Economy in The Lunari Empire, Alfheim, a provincial section of Najer, and another unnamed small nation. Most of his efforts were shown by way of Economic Seminars for the citizens of The Lunari Empire and the city of Not Venice, aside from the money and investments that were small in comparison to previous investments. Postal found a balance in his current standing and continued to invest in himself.

His recent economic endeavors have been fruitless to say the least. He has pushed more than $900,000 in loans across Rathnir, with small interest rates, as well as flipping items for higher prices. None of these other methods work as well as Postal's secret mining method.

## **Auction House has Returned**

You read that correctly. Postal was more than elated to hear of the return of Auction House. However, the meta that once was no longer exists. Back in the day, money flew around like napkins in a hurricane. Or at least, that's what it appeared to be. No doubt Postal's memory of Auction House has a rose-gold tint. To get to the point Postal was swindled, robbed, and humiliated. For he had purchased a shulker of dirt for $462,000 on Auction House. Luckily, however, the person who posted the shulker reached out to Postal and returned the money. Postal cared not for the money, he had lost much more than money that day. He lost his confidence, pride, and dignity as a Business Man. Perhaps all of the bad investments Postal made in the past were not the result of poor recipients of his generosity. **Instead, it was *he* who was the bad investment all along.**

Postal created the Order of Business Men, but he is no longer a member for the time being.

## **The Result of Failure**

The path to understanding is littered with failure. Postal has failed time and time again, but in return has obtained an intimate knowledge of the corrupt and devious. A smart man learns from his mistakes. But, a wise man learns from someone else's mistakes. Instead of trying to grab good business deals immediately, Postal is now opting for a more conservative approach to his money making. It's less risk that way. In this time, he shall build a city.

## **The Bohemian Grove**

The Bohemian Grove is a city located in Haven, and belongs to the parent nation of Dara-Lumonde. Postal had left his home in the hands of mercenaries and thieves. But, now, has stopped trying to give others what he wanted. Instead, now, gave himself what he wanted. A home. Although, it sat in the, arguably, most morally vacant region of the world, it provided a sense of security.

Along with a statue that resembled himself, Postal built the Bohemian Grove castle, that remains empty to this day. The Bohemian Grove served as his home, but would also serve to be the antithesis to his isolation. Even though he strayed away from home on business endeavors, he never strayed too far away.

## **Curse of Selfism**

Postal knew when to cut losses. He purposefully burnt bridges in pursuit of self preservation. But one burnt bridge was able to rebuild itself. It dawned on him as if a rediscovered memory. Building this new city, reminded Postal of a home he once had. A gift from his reign as Hand of the King in Mithra. It wasn't taken from him. He abandoned it. Perhaps it's the natural order of things, but it was his first home.

    Selfism, the religion Postal founded, is built on the foundation of traumatic desire. It is only a matter of time until you realize why you have become so good at a skill.

Postal's first skill was mining. Born, not from greed, but a much worse desire. Recognition. When Postal regained his life and walked among the Undead, he admired the upper echelon and their status amongst the richest in the land. Afterall, his only father figure had been a business man.

Postal's second skill was negotiation. There was a thrill to be gained by receiving an unimaginable deal in his favor. Only to realize this skill was born from the pain and humiliation of being scammed without mercy.

Postal's third skill was writing. This is was merely born from the retrospective disgust for the first story he ever wrote, and he swore to never write anything so horrendous ever again.

Postal's fourth skill was building. Since everything up until now was at the whim and mercy of another leader, Postal decided to create his own home. But, every block placed is only a distraction from Postal's previous failure to maintain his last home. The only fault being himself. He will continue placing blocks until he forgets this memory, or until he dies.

Selfism reveals a curse. Curses are not always a bad thing. Each one of Postal's skills are a curse, but it's bringing him everything he desires, except peace. That familiar bad feeling you get when the world has wronged you is the seed of a curse. Do yourself a favor and either plant it, or crush it.

## **Growing Disdain**

Postal's perception of Rathnir had changed over the next few months. He built up the Bohemian Grove and someone tried to sell it without him knowing. Postal donated money to what he thought was a noble cause, but turned out to be a scammer. He employed a new business with his years of experience, yet people question his capabilities. The gods descend from above and give out millions of dollars from a multiversal competition. And even then people yell to the sky and are bestowed vast amounts of wealth. Those who lead the economy continue to make it impossible for the little guys to make a dime. Mostly due to most of them inheriting someone else's business and not understanding how the system should work.

Each of those instances disqualify the hundreds of hours Postal has spent in the mine. Had Postal traveled down the road of minimal self-respect, he could have triple the net worth he currently has, he speculated. Everything he has learned in the past few months made him realize that actually making something, like a business or a mining strategy, is wasted time. You just have to be lucky.

Postal tested the theory, that if you yelled to the sky, you would receive wealth. And he did. Postal held an event that distributed a total of $1,000,000 across all participants. In return, he acquired an Efficiency X Pickaxe. He used it for some time, but later sold it for $2,800,000. $1,800,000 in profits. Which equates to 18 hours in the mine and was made effortlessly. Though, this provided some gratification, it was ultimately more depressing.

## **Not\_Venice Walmart**

Despite the growing disdain, Postal would not give up on the economy. He wanted to prove his own philosophy wrong. A new opportunity sprouted, amidst an economic seminar he held in Not Venice. Not Venice was a quickly growing city, that gained notoriety fast by way of it's architectural achievements and sound leadership. This was right up Postal's ally. Finally, a nation he could give his entire skillset to. A conclusion that did not take math to solve.

Postal caught wind that Not Venice was opening a new shop to bolster the economics. Jcaldas, the leader of Not Venice, and Mester both approached Postal to be the manager at the store. Hearkening back to the Capitalist's Market, Postal doubted his qualifications, even though it was an excellent opportunity. Postal momentarily set self-doubt aside and accepted.

The shop gained over **$2.2 million in inventory**, and **$500,000 in profits** in it's first two weeks of being open.

## Liquidating Assets

Postal found himself growing stagnant. He had accomplished his goal of owning a shop and further establishing himself as the Business Man of Rathnir, but Postal operates best when he moves. Postal often mentions, "Money that doesn't move, is worth nothing," a sentiment he applies to himself. The only thing NVWalmart was providing for Postal was a neat $500,000 profit/month and a sense of security. But, it wasn't moving anywhere. Postal will forever be grateful to the city of Not\_Venice and it's leader Jcaldas for giving him the opportunity in the first place, but Postal, like money, needed to move. Postal sold most of his stock and handed the shop to This\_Dude.

After leaving Not\_Venice, Postal found himself being held down in other aspects of his life. The Bohemian Grove was the culmination of everything Postal thought he wanted. It was a home. Though, that turned out to be a dead-end as well. Mostly due to the fact that it was in Haven, and at the time was in a very sorry state. Scammers ran rampant, leaders who he did not have faith in sat on golden thrones, and constant border changes. Postal also found that he does not enjoy being at a position of leadership. Ever since the beginning, he's enjoyed being the right-hand man, the support. He operates best when there are no expectations or people to please. He still carries his hyper-logical means of solving problems, which is good for business, but not for leading. Postal sold the Bohemian Grove for a $1.6 million profit, and was, once again, homeless.

## Peace in Sirradra

For the first time, Postal has found peace in Sirradra. The government leant him land to build a new market named Last Market. It had already paid it's own expenses before even opening. Postal had been in the economy his whole life, and for the first time, he did not care for money. He did not care to make any above and beyond plans for complete economic power. He was just himself. He took on his final projects, and for the first time saw the light at the end of the tunnel. The story had begun to end. The overall theme, as he said, would be, "It is okay to let some of your dreams burn out, if it means you can move on to the next chapter in your life."

## Epilogue

This is iBoxForUSPostal breaking the past tense narrative. What's good, gang? My time on the server is coming to an end. After I pass my projects on to the next person, I will leave without a word, not that it will matter too much. I have failed to become number 1 on the baltop. I never owned the most successful business in stoneworks. I never pulled any real weight here. I did not make history in Minecraft, even though Stoney taught us how. And even if I did, what would it matter in 5 years? After I complete my last projects, I will allow my remaining dreams to fade, and I too will fade away into obscurity.