The hearts of lesser men would falter at the sight of 10. Hold I...

The hearts of lesser men would falter at the sight of 10.
Hold I say, to ye that waver in will. Cath and her team are steadfast in their resolve to drive this drill into the ground, and drive this SP... INTO THE SKY!
Imagine this friend… Oil. Gushing forth. Black gold, bursting forth from the ground and clouding the sun, bringing forth a dark, rich dawn, for those that said NAY. NAY I won't crumble. NAY I won't sell. NAY I won't fall for the manipulations of those who would cherish the moment were I to break and sell those coveted treasures which I purchased in earnest and hope.
Hope. Dreams. Gold. A new life. A new freedom. High returns await for those that possess the courage to grasp it.
What are ye? Man or mouse? Prove your worth and have your worth returned ten-fold.
The ride to a black dawn is far indeed, yet ride I will, here, in my chair, my whip; the F5 button. GIDDY UP FAR.