It is finished.
A market robed in accommodative monetary garbs, gracefully elevated into the morning bell. The early morning sacrifices further delighted the crowds and victory songs echoed the halls.
$TWTR and $LNKD adorned the skies like Winged Grecian Horses. $GPRO and $P collapsed as as if struck by the fiery arrows of Eros.
As the mid-day sun glimmered on the marble steps, warriors assembled beyond the city walls. The gleeful sounds of victory were deafened with shrieks of terror as catapults crumbled the outer walls. Warriors adorned in bronze armor and Falcata swords brought down their will on the people.
The markets erupted in chaos... but then a stray melon rolled to the feet of one Greek defender, Benaculous. He swiftly picked it up and ate it. A short, balding swordsman, who once ended a battle without even swinging the sword, wiped the melon juice off his graying beard.
Alongside Benaculous suddenly appeared another Greek defender, although not as gracefully groomed, the great Yellenatous was a feared protector of the markets, and as legend would have it, half Siren. The spoken word from the great Yellenatous would kill entire armies. A few that survived spoke of an incredible noise of unspeakable pitch.
The Warriors shakily stared at the great Yellenatous, and as the defenders mouth began to open, they ran for their lives. The late day chaos ended abruptly, the Warriors left the city as quickly as they has come. And the market was restocked for another day.
The Great Yellenatous stood victorious yet again. Benaculous stared wantingly, the melon juice still dripping down his chin.....