Order and Chaos

A wood-based economy

I had begun shoveling the funds into my own, wood-based enterprises. Carpentry! Wood-fired engines and stoves! Logging! I was even making a killing on planting, don't even ask me how, ask my accountants.

"What's your endgame, you madman?!" they would cry as I squashed their kingdom like an ant under my heel.

"A smart investment portfolio," I would smirk, fire alighting my eyes.

A grand plan. Or it would have been, were I not dead, lying face-down in a muddy swamp creek with my neck broken. But then, I didn't know that. What I did know was that the beekeeper was going to die. After all, Mary was immortal now, with quite incredible healing powers, which put a considerable damper on any plans to kill her and take her place or otherwise threaten her. I pouted and stuck my hands in my arm pits and growled. Not fair! Not fair!

But I had fancy plans, and pants to match. The bees were only a distraction, and the REAL plan was...