YouTube Comment Creative Writing: Gamers Vs. Miners

Written and posted in the comment section of UFD Tech's video entitled "AMD & Nvidia AGAINST MINERS? - Will GPU Prices Go Down?"

So, I'm Nvidia or AMD. One of our distributors just put in an order for 4000 cards that are already sold to a massive mining farm, it will take us 4-6 months to fill that shipment. We also have Two more massive mining farms ready to buy another 4000 each as soon as we produce them. At minimum, 12 months of production to fill all three shipments.

We also have a very Large market of gamers who may be able to afford one NEW card in 2-3 months. So, even if we did increase production, the gaming market isn't wealthy enough to reimburse the amount that it would take to produce these cards IF the MMFarms cancelled their order (of course we will charge MMFarms for labor and inconvenience after cancelling)

Essentially, It is the gamers who are too inconsistent and are not wealthy enough to afford new graphics cards on a regular basis. Not trying to be a dick if you can't afford a new GPU every year, most average gamers are probably going to use the GPU they have for 3-4 years before trying to upgrade... at least the smart ones that know not to pay for THE NEW! NEW!! HOTT!!! MODEL!!!

Truth is GPU manufacturers can't fill the MMFarms orders quick enough, they would much rather just fill out those orders, because they are already sold and more MMFarms are waiting to buy BRICKS of GPUs, they want that money.
Truth is gamers have been given a stipend, or an allowance. The giants above are feasting on this market of disharmony, and regulating the number of crumbs that fall off their tables.

I guarantee, there is a shotgun wielding redneck named Cletus guarding a warehouse filled with deprecated parts that the business' refuse to sell below the cost-to-acquire. Then, one day, a few large trucks and a Lambo are going to pull up, and a man in a business suit is going to step out of the Lambo.
Cletus, doing his job well is going to say, "H-h-hey M-m-mister." The man in the suit will flash his credentials and proceed to explain that everything he is guarding is worthless. The warehouse is worth more Ethereum than the parts inside, and it's only by a fluke in the paper work that Cletus still has a job.
Cletus. doing his job well, is going to say, "Wh-what's Eth-th-th-thereum?" The GPU businessman will make an enthusiastic snarl, one of dis-belief, rage, and entertainment. Knowing that, in the years prior, the GPU companies teamed up with the MMFarms. In fact, without the GPU companies, the MMFarms couldn't exist. So, naturally, if the companies were to provide the tech, they too would get a hefty percentage of the profits, most of which being Ethereum. It also sounds really futuristic and Cool.
Cletus, doing his job well, will begin to cry and fight with the man, gripping for embrace "But M-M-Mister, I n-n-need M-Mur-J-J-Juurb!" The man, incensed will lash out and strike old Cletus and say, "How dare you attempt to embrace me, you poor fool. Don't you know who I am?"
Cletus, a man beaten, not only by his ignorance, but the very world he swore to protect. Cletus, a man humbled by the mystery of his disbelief, will get into his very reliable car, a Toyota Camry in fact. He will drive past the worthless warehouse and the fancy man, down the drive passing the trucks and thinking about all the good times he had playing video games on the companies dime. All the PUBG his heart could ever desire.
Cletus, lost in his daydream, begins to lose his awareness. As his eye focus' from the day dream to the road, he begins to jerk the wheel violently, attempting to avoid something in the road, but almost before he could begin to successfully maneuver, a loud sound came from the wheel house.
A Yelp. A poor, helpless doge. Cletus immediately slams the brakes, and steps out to confront his life ending mistake. As he turns from the car door, trying to avoid looking at the poor doge, he looks back to see the old warehouse in the distance, and the trucks pulling away in a cloud of dust.
The poor doge, barely alive, is not going to make it. Cletus knew what had to be done, so he grabbed his old shotgun and in his pocket, a handful of shells. He approached the doge, loading a shell into his old shotgun. Cletus, out of mercy, took a single shot. Weeping, Cletus began to walk back to his Toyota Camry, parked in the middle of the road.
He thinks about the job he lost, he thinks about the Chicken Dinners.
Still weeping, by his car he lay his shotgun down, resting against the plastic side-panel of the Camry.
He thinks of the company who forgot him, he thinks of the man who fired him.
A sound, the trumpets of heaven interrupt his thoughts. The ohm of a large truck enters his mind. The trumpets again this time awakening him from his day-dream. The voice of what was once his God screams over the engine of one of the trucks.
Cletus looks up and sees the businessman hanging out of his Lambo, trying to match the deafening Ohm of the truck's Engine. "Moo, the foo, kinka!" Cletus, does not appreciate the tone that the businessman presents, but still he says kindly "M-m-mister, I caint hear you."
The Businessman, always a hypocrite, looks annoyed but continues to smirk. He signals to the truck drivers, they turn their keys to the engine. The hum fades. The Businessman steps out of his Lambo and waves the truck drivers to come over. Out they come, semi-circling around the man in the Lambo.
The businessman, still smirkingly annoyed says to Cletus, "Move, your, fucking, car." Cletus, taken back by the profane language, begins to feel very angry, how could any civilized man in a Lambo use such language? But still, Cletus knows it's best not to lash out on those who choose to use bad language. Cletus walks back to his car, and notices the shotgun perched against the side-panel.
As he approaches, The Businessman says "Wait, Cletus... I didn't want you to miss the fireworks." Cletus, still lost in his loyalty, is unable to understand what is about to happen. The Businessman pulls out his cellphone, and makes about 6 taps onto it's screen.
In the distance, an explosion. The warehouse, holding Cletus' fondest memories, has been decimated.

Does Cletus,
A) Shoot everyone?
B) Drive Away?
C) Shoot the Lambo Man, let the minions live?
D) Shoot himself?