THE POOR EA-SELLER Masamune. C. Anderson
It was a terribly cold night, close to New Year’s Eve.
It snowed a lot.
It’s painful to move my body.
I’m running out of money.
I’m thinking of selling matches, but who uses matches in this day and age?
“Let’s sell my homemade EA for some money.
Do you want an EA?
Please buy my EA."
The streets are sparsely populated, and no one is taking any notice of me.
I couldn’t sell a single thing.
“Yes, let’s do some backtesting on the EA."