"Look at this guy praying for a bountiful harvest! If you hold off on this one, you could create artificial (organic?) inflation. Supply and demand. A small famine threat never hurt anyone, right? Denied!" I tap a finger on the surface of the portal to condemn the poor farmer’s crop. Suddenly, the field catches on fire where I touched the screen. "AUGH-…"
"That’s alright. Wrong button." One pats my back to console. "Worse things have happened. The crusades started as an accident, and ended up a running gag."
"The eleventh is my turn!"
"Haha, you’re on!" They highfive.
"Wait- can’t you put it out?!" I spaz, as the only one watching the fire spread on the man’s field.
"We can. Next!""