All the power of a bull, all the cunning of a man, all the immutable behavioral influence of market trends.
The Marketaur lives in the Wall Street labyrinth. It is a five ton animated brass automaton that is constantly belching fire and roaring with the echoing screams of undead bankrupt prisoners trapped within itâs acoustic metal belly. It wears an asbestos suit.
The Marketaur emits an invisible zone of anarchist capitalism, such that within a ten mile proximity of the creature it is impossible to act against the ideals of an unregulated free market. This effect is not something to be resisted, like a strong and omnipresent force. It is a law of physics. You cannot act outside the market anymore than you could defy entropy. This means it is physically impossible to:
- Â Give something away freely, or receive something as a gift.
- Â Do work that will not yield you capital.
- Â Use something that is broken instead of buying a replacement -
- Â Interact with the world around you without paying being paid for it.
To perform ANY action within the proximity of the bull you must make a commerce check to see whether you can justify that you will yield capital for it, or you must pay to do it.
The market field permeates your body, mind and soul. Every breath you breathe is done for profit. If you are not able on any level to live purely for profit and monetary gain you simply die of asphyxiation in the field of the marketaur. The mere act of your existence being incongruous with the perfect cosmic ecosystem of untainted Friedmanite laissez faire.
The law of the United States of Amerika is still active around the marketaur, but it is bound by the bullâs invisible aura like all things. If a court cannot make it profitable to enforce a law in the zone of exchange, the law will not be enforced.
The exchange zone affects all living things. Trees do not yield fruit in Wall Street. Why should they give the birds a handout? Grass is not green. Why should they please you with a splendorous color for free? The earth and air seek to horde the sunâs warmth and will not give it up to you unless you wrench it from them in exploitive barter. You will die of cold quickly around the bull, unless you are paying out the nose to keep your warmth.
When you are in the zone you are operating  at cost.  The universe makes you pay rent to exist. Every second you are there you are losing the wealth that you have. You lose one form until it is all gone, and then you begin to lose the next most vital form of wealth. In the zone, you will steadily lose, in order:
- Â Cash in your pocket (one cent every 20 seconds, pennies disappear, a 100 dollar bill turns into a 99.99 dollar bill in your pocket. Bills like this are floating around in Amerika, they are a pain for cashiers and have odd geometric designs on them.)
- Â Money in your bank account
- Â Liquid assets and wealth stored in valuable objects
- Â Property, housing, businesses you own
- Â Abilities, skills, talents
- Â Years , days, and seconds of your life
The only people who want to live in the zone are stock traders and liches, whose lives are better for being compelled into a constant race to exploit those around you faster than they can exploit you. Many people are trapped in the zone, able to achieve just enough income to not wither and die, or lose any of their precious childhood memories to the zone; though unable to become wealthy enough to spend the exorbitant sum it would cost to walk out without being paid to leave.
Standing outside the zone and shouting to someone inside that you will pay them a thousand dollars to walk out would save their life. However you would have to actually pay them that money; the zoneâs influence would reach out and compel you to. It would take an equivalent amount of your life if you did not have the money.
If someone in extreme debt steps into the zone, one of two things will happen:
If they are not currently under contract with someone to pay off the debt, they will die instantly, the amount that they owe being taken by all their possessions vaporizing, then all their memories, skills, health, and years of life being sucked out in an instant. They age to dust where they stand.
This is a better fate than the alternative.
If someone is in debt, but currently under a predatory contract that is oriented toward paying off the debt, but is so beyond their income bracket that they could never conceivably pay off the debt in an entire lifetime, then they become undead, a bankrupt being that is beyond exchange, that cannot work enough to pay for any action they would take, nor having anything that is truly their property to give. They become enthralled to the bull, who collects nameless cosmic debts, and balances out the accounts of souls. You will live inside or near it, serving it constantly, having your life energy constantly drained into it, giving more of your soul to the creature than there  is  of your soul to give, but remaining indebted, and unable to actually die.
