IGN: xSyndromex
Do you have the applicable cost in your balance: Yes.

How did you make the funds for this application. (Lying will result in a ban):

The funds made for this application were made, no not made, earned through blood, sweat, tears, and hard work. Day by day I worked in the farm, slaving away, destroying pumpkins and melons. The days were scorching hot, the nights awfully chilling.

Constantly, while swinging my mighty pickaxe as fast as I can, trying to meet the days quota, I’d break a square meter of dirt. I would need to haul the hundreds of melons in my sack over to the ladder, and slowly climb down, if I fell I knew I’d break something important. I’d trudge over to the bottom side of the hole, then patch it up with dirt.
I’d often face disease. The farms were dirty, unkempt. Flies, rats, bats, you name it. Some alive, some dead, it was a horrible sight. I didn’t know why I put up with it, I needed the money, I suppose. Everywhere I went I seemed to be ridiculed, I was confused; until I realized I was different…I was a “builder.”

At first, obviously, I wasn’t able to farm the pumpkins and melons, which are the majority reason of why I’m even here today. My friend donated me a plot of his land. He was the wealthy type. Rich big-wig, wouldn’t be surprised if he had a plot on Wall Street.

I needed to make money so I could start farming, so I did the dirtiest work available – mining. For those who don’t know, mining is a dangerous, dangerous activity. Pitfalls were hidden everywhere, drops long enough to kill a man, lakes seemingly hundreds of metres long of lava.

With my pickaxe, I made my way into a cave. I was met with tons of different ores; coal, iron, redstone, lapis lazuli, and my favourite, diamonds. Diamonds were a major source of profit at the time, some folk were willing to give me 40 dollars for a single piece of the precious gem.

Mining was dangerous, it wasn’t uncommon I’d lose my balance and slip into one of the aforementioned lakes of lava. Everything would be lost; pickaxe, diamonds, armour, shovels, my dignity.
I had some sort of magical abilities, and after long hauls, I was able to instantly teleport to my home. There I smelted my spoils. Iron and gold sold for a lot, some nice folk named “Server” enjoyed them a lot, and I had them in abundance, he paid $7.50 and $10 for the metals respectively.

After a while I had a few thousand dollars. Folks were mentioning something, “farming”, sayin’ it made a considerable profit over the mining business I got myself into. I went to my friend, and told him I wanted a farm. He told me he could sell me a plot, and I could make one myself. Hesitant, I handed him over $2,000 of my hard earned dollars. He thanked me with a smile and with a tip of his hat, he was gone. Here I was, with this large plot of land. I got to work, breaking my back placing blocks of cobblestone and dirt. I paid some kind people for seeds and made a hoe out of some leftover diamonds I had from my horrible mining days.

Eventually the farm was done, it was small, but nothing to scoff at. I farmed day and night, it was very easy compared to the mining. Money started coming in, it was dangerous, but not as bad as mining. After a while of my farm, I was made an offer by the mayor of the town again.

He had said to me, “Well, hello there xSyndromex. I see you’ve made a nice farm here.”

“Yeah, no help from you,” I scoffed.

He smiled and said “It’s a little small.”

I was aggravated, who was he to insult my farm? As I opened my mouth to say something, he cut me off.

“You know, I had a tenant here in town…hasn’t shown up in a while, he’s a real good friend of mine, you can use his farm while he’s gone. It can make you over a thousand dollars in mere minutes!”

I was shocked. He was offering this to me? A lowly builder? I couldn’t believe it. I asked him to show me to the farm, and he did. It was 15 stories tall, filled with pumpkins and melons in straight lines, all for me to pick. He told me to enjoy myself, and I did. After a few days, here I am. I lost some money, made some bad trades, tried my hand at enchanting in there, was successful and unsuccessful, I even tried my hand at the lottery.

In the end, I have my 15 thousand dollars. It was hard earned and deserved. I have a feeling I’m going to make in this strange world. I’m going to keep farming, I’m going to keep mining, I’m going to keep playing the market, and if my residency to your world is accepted, I may even resort to the killing of other human beings for a profit.


I hope to see you all soon, and I hope my residency app gets accepted.



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