Gold Serpent was already on the job. Dr. Money flicked his cane out toward a direction that was already predetermined by his own plans that he originally formulated on his on accord, laughing maniacally and somewhat cynically under his breath. "Heeheehee, now I will go to my Tymon Mines and go loot mine own loins." He continued to giggle maniacally to himself, knowing the true intention behind his purpose falling to his own understanding. "Ghostly Hauntings, I Turn Loose..." He swiveled his staff around and continued his strut through the wastelands, formulating his own calculations and 'Recall'ing each of his variable 'Plots' which he had been privy to 'Pin'ing for a very long time in advance. "Now, 'Launch The Assault' over yonder, and swallow up that 'Gap' over there..."

*$Cha-CHING$*

'Quarterly Bombs' slid across the ground like slips of paper, yet naught but actual silver quarters being ejected from the shaft of his cane and out toward one of the buildings like a money dispenser, both filling the land with equivocated silver to be pieced in their respective units equated to perfection at a balance which always remained completely and totally equal among every living being that populated the streets of the city and those who worked in the buildings, if at all. It served as the set stipend to their wages which allowed for everyone to always have guaranteed quarterly quarters systematically cycled among them as their fixed income. It would blow out the buildings as actual bombs and begin to reconstruct the economy in a different fashion than before.

*$Chajaja-CHING$*

"Arright, if Dr. Money has all of this square, then that should be enough for a 'Shark Attack' or something over in that there direction..." He fiddled with his cane, still keeping in step and not losing 'Count' at all of any of his 'Deal'ings whilst he 'Motion'ed for several things to begin that were already in 'Order' based on divine organization prior to each of the major operations Tymon already had in place. "Tymonland will be a success." Dr. Money (whose true identity would remain a secret) guffawed like a 90's anime character about his 'Setup's which would spring into action 'On The Dime' and pop up a his maniacal machinations from the carcass of the fallen Babylon carcass which was preserved artificially in the Mechanica system.

"Ees about time to really set up shop." He already had plans in action that dealt with Tymon's own systems each functioning among themselves and was ready to distribute to each. "ChaChaCha-CHING." Fortunately for Dr. Money, his 'Secret Techniques' and knowhow of the mechanics of Valparaiso, the Lawless Land and why it was actually both barren and waste finally decided to redeem the land and cause it to once again run according to his plan and design as Tymon (whose 'Secret Techniques' would not be disclosed at the present). Valparaiso had been a desolate land for a while, and it was due to the economy slowly dying and being run into poverty relentlessly, as if their 'Blessing' from above was cut off and the fountains had run dry. No rain had been upon the land and so, the industries dried up due to 'Lack Of Funding'. Education plummeted, and so would competence run low to handle more complex tasks for such running and owning Businesses, thus also deteriorating the overall economic structure of the society and thus the City itself being weaker, just as it was whilst it was a Babylon.

"... Might get mehself a chicken wing special from the NeoZeroWorld Shoppe, or something... Fufufufufu..." He carried on at his own pace, steadily.

Master Bills smiled and sighed with relief once Dr. Money got started with his 'Master Plan' as he so called it, of which he, himself, seemed to have some knowledge of prior. The way things were set up, even after his secret dastardly attempts to sabotage Dr. Money all the way up to even this point, it seemed like he had everything covered. Though it was astounding and wonderful news that he was able to start up the Lawless Land and seemed to have plans 'In Store' for the future immediately on 'Startup', it also infuriated him that Dr. Money was so prepared so soon, since Master Bills, his lowly henchman, had first owned a business and also sought out Dr. Money's own during the uprising and only just recently became his henchman slave.

"... -Just- 'Tymonland,' huh...?" Master Bills grumbled under his breath, also still in communication with a great deal of people whilst he assisted Dr. Money in his various ventures, this being his most magnanimous yet. He'd hidden some traps of his own that he secretly thought to release in order to once again most nefariously deter Dr. Money on his rise, knowing his true identity and background, as well as some key points in Tymonland designs. Little did Dr. Money know, Master Bills still harbored some 'animosity' toward him which only grew as Dr. Money had overcome and single-handedly disarmed them during the attempts to destroy his 'Master Plan' before completion the entire way through. "... I've only got one shot..." he mumbled, his own secret legion of evil able to hear him in tandem with the people he normally communicated with. He spoke to them in codes so that they would respond and move whenever he ran the code with a verbal response. "... It's Show Time!" he shouted out enthusiastically like a lame 90's anime protagonist or evil villain, both of which he deemed himself or was deemed automatically by his antagonism.

Whilst Dr. Money scuttled off, lost in his own maniacal thoughts and feelings, he remembered several dreams that reminded him of this scenario that he'd stepped into for the first and only time in his life with all of his gratuitous fortune from his recent accumulation of his inheritance, bursting and glittering from his eyes like a fiery explosion which caused his vision to sparkle with light and glimmer with shimmering twinkles which sifted into the air and faintly disappeared into the light soon after. With his scorching eyes, he shot out 'Checkpoints' which would take the shape as blaring and burning beams of light in the shape of white hot double bar dollar sign shaped rays which brandished blazing brands on the bloodened soil of the decaying land. "... From these specific points..." he went on, "... There should be an even distribution of the currency based on the 'Gold Standard' and basic 'Fixed Income' equivalent to the 'Value' of the dollar in the economic structure summed up to the last red cent." Dr. Money was well aware of how to distribute the coins which were to be inserted in order to start up and cycle the city as well as expunge all of the filth, stains, clogs and mechanical issues which came from calculative errors such as extra spending and forgery of information, inclusive to but not limited to theft, swindling, bribery, hacking, misinformation, inflation, deflation, reflation, uneven distribution, marketing, hording, greed, envy, clinging, the Black Market, gambling, cheating, pimping, general cutthroat money-handling, falsified values and all other forms of number or value handling which was incorrect, especially by manual overwrite. "Each of the values should be reset automatically from the fixed income of several layers, from the tin up to the gold, which will layer upon itself and burn itself right into place from the paper up..." All Dr. Money had to do was lay out a path of paper to burn up for some tin to rest atop like the foundation of a new pavement.

"Will need a WHOLE 'Blowout Sale'..." he muttered on, still calculating the prospective costs for upstart.

Master Bills, who was also still in communication with Dr. Money in a similar fashion as those of the Dark Network (which their own private public network was referred to) though he was within proximity of him, could overhear clearly what he was mumbling about even though some of it was both garbled and seeming to be in some sort of personal code or format where only Dr. Money, himself understood what he went on about. Even so, the interest was very much there, as was his piqued curiosity.

"Blowout Sale, eh...?" Master Bills did not have knowledge of the full extent of Dr. Money's capabilities, but from the basic common terms in lingo (especially in business) that meant that he was going to do something spectacular with this run down systematic city and the dwindling inhabitants. "... Well, I'll have my own sort of fun, then..." Since he was in charge of the 'Shark Attack' and other unseen things that Dr. Money only choreographed and directed, though never actually waited to observe being done, Master Bills could have his own way a little bit (which he'd already been doing secretly, anyway). He continued to note what Dr. Money was saying and doing, yet ventured off on his own to oversee certain aspects by himself, thus breaking away from Dr. Money, himself.