Let Them Eat Bread

By: Nuradeen, Humble Baker of Arar, Defender of Dough and Dignity

Salam, Peace, and Pew Pew to All!

The Journey of a Bun Believer

Not long ago, I set off on what I thought would be a humble business venture.

I’d heard stories — glorious tales — about a land in the Far East where bread was a treasured delicacy and profits could be made by any who dared enter the flour-filled fray.

The destination?

South Korea.

Armed with the fluffiest, most golden-brown buns made from premium Arar grain, I set my hopes high. After all, how could a country known for its love of bread resist the magic of Arar baking?

I arrived with fire in my belly (and several loaves in my cart). I made my way straight to the markets of Seoul — eager, hopeful, ready to bring joy, carbs, and capitalism.

But what I found…

Was not the land of opportunity I had imagined.

The glitz of the city quickly faded the moment I reached the streets.

What I saw instead were rows upon rows of overworked, underfed citizens — common folk toiling away while the price of a simple bun sat higher than a mountain goat on espresso.

The people?

Hungry.

Tired.

Oppressed.

The cause?

Elites monopolizing the bread market.

Artificial scarcity. Price manipulation. And worst of all — stale ideology.

I couldn't stand by.

I unpacked my oven. Rolled up my sleeves. And baked.

Not for the rich. Not for fame. But for the people.

Arar buns, soft as clouds and priced as fair as desert wind, sold like wildfire.

Crowds gathered. Children smiled. Elders wept (possibly from onion bread).

The people of South Korea rejoiced.

For once, bread was no longer a luxury.

Just as hope began to rise, the elite struck back.

Hired hands came to break up the crowds.

My stall was overturned.

My trays smashed and I was dragged away, forbidden from ever baking in South Korea again.

My only crime?

Selling bread... at a fair price.

That day, I watched as the crowds were pushed back into the shadows of the bread barons.

I stood silent, not for lack of words, but because my voice was drowned by the sound of coins jingling in the pockets of profiteers.

I left Seoul with empty hands — but a full heart.

To the South Korean Elites...

"Let them eat bread!"

No, not your overpriced, monopolized, gold-dusted artisan loaves.

I mean real bread.

Affordable bread.

Bread that nourishes the soul, not just the spreadsheets.

You call us poor?

And yet we feed our people with dignity.

We do not turn hunger into a business model.

Signed,

Nuradeen

Bun Merchant. Grain Idealist.

"If feeding the poor is a crime, then let history remember me as guilty."

Comments (7)

Nuradeen Dear @Aramitz. Thank you for your kind words. The main purpose of me writing is to entertain people no matter if they are friends of foes because in the end of the day, this is just a game and everyone should be enjoying it. Propaganda articles are just one way to make the game such as Eclesiar more colourful ?

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21-05-2025 7 Votes

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Friero Another nice article, keep going o7

21-05-2025 0 Votes

Aiden Pearce Unsubscribed

Kisuke Urahara Liberation nukes hit only bread barons residences, no civillian casualties reported by international observers. With the Barons gone, manourished south korean people can buy freshly baked breads, Saudi is here to help Nuradeen project of feeding the korean population, they need to be helped, they are starving.

21-05-2025 3 Votes

Aramitz Pot meet kettle, but propaganda aside, your articles are always pleasant to read, whether or not I agree with the content. Thanks for the read

21-05-2025 4 Votes

skaie ??????⚰️

hik02 Bread prices are high because terrorists from arabia nuked our country and killed a lot of children

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