Being coltish and young, and intrigued by the cosmic nature of the world, LIBOR set out on a tortuous journey to find her place in the world. Barely after her start, she was in for a surprise. Unknown of the destination, let alone the path she should be treading on to get there, Her movements across the Wall Street evoked suspicion as she walked into the precinct of SPECULATORS. Instilled with vicious intent and devious motives, drooling with insatiable glacier of greed, they didn't pass for a kind lot to her. As she approached the Town Centre, buzzing with shrieks of Call and Put Options, her gaze stopped at a WatchDog wearing a band that read SEC. The watchdog looked indifferent, barely short of getting classified to be in a state of trance.She asked for directions to exit the bastion, but her request fell on deaf ears. Wary of her surroundings and mindful of her probable entrapment, she scuttled with a pace that left others in a maze. After ensuring a comfortable distance between her and her abductors, she stopped and looked back. To her relief, she wasn't in pursuit anymore. She caught a breath and grew apprehensive as her escape-sprint had brought her in an unknown territory. Overlooking a fortress marked with well positioned outposts, she wandered in, cautious at first, but relaxed later on as the people around looked a bit protective and comforting to her. They were called the HEDGERS..
Hedgers, moved by her dismal state of appearance, offered her shelter and food. LIBOR wasn't given to that kind of treatment and being gullible and naive, didn't cast a doubt on their intent. She looked like she could use some rest. While resting in the cottage, she heard murmurs coming from alley beside her cottage. On close scrutiny she heard so called hedgers talking in hushed tones of a plot to confine her as they stood to gain from a stationary Libor. A chill of fear drove down her spine. Thoughts ranging from persecution to execution traversed her mind. Before she could regain her sense of calm, the voices dropped dead. The eerie silence coupled with engulfing darkness cast a pall over her state of mind. In the dead of night, she apprised herself of a latent talent she possessed, Stealth, and put it to a magnificent use, resulting in her triumphant escape. She wandered aimlessly for hours, meandering, subsisting on petals of flowers, leaves. Despite being dead beat, rendered fatigued and listless by her tumultuous enervating loiter, she was steadfast and ready to move on. Dragging her feet in unknown bearings, she barged into a fiefdom of ARBITRAGERS. Over-cautious, courtesy her previous ensnaring attempts, she drew out her defensive demeanor right at the outset. Arbitragers appeared inert and cold, unwelcoming and indifferent to their space being encroached or trespassed. LIBOR approached the Valet at the Inn which offered her porridge and gin. But ,Deja Vu, this time, the harbinger of bad news was the kindhearted valet who tipped her off of her possible abduction. Arbitragers intended to use the price differentials by selling her off in a foreign market and later on buying her back, so on an so forth, until the arbitrage opportunity is fully exploited. LIBOR, furious and livid yet composed and mentally functional, she devised her escape plan with relative ease and executed it to a T.
Tattered and shattered, she dug through the pile of rubble of her desolation to find that one inconsequential quintessential element that had brought her thus far, Hope, and clung on to it like a newborn to her mother.
Her movements lacked swiftness and lethargy was all that was written on her face. Yet she went on. Her trek had brought her offshore where she bumped into her distant cousin MIBOR, who too looked equally puzzled and lost. Hoping for some guidance and orientation, MIBOR, instead, confounded her with her randomness.
The crescent of despair and hopelessness converged to aggravate her misery. She was flummoxed, trying to recall the track that had brought her here but ruled out the option of going back through the same route without an escort. That's when she approached the cops, Federal Reserve, classy attire, waxing economics and finance even in most lightest of banters. LIBOR pleaded, Federal Reserve shrugged and her perception of threat was summarily dismissed.
Harrowed and distressed, she found herself hapless in the face of her fate and took on the challenge of going down the same route unaccompanied. The perilous route threw its first bout of challenge, when Arbitragers tried to box her in, the strategy being flawed as she spotted the lacunae which foiled their bid. Relieved momentarily, the next hurdle was to get past the trap laid down by the Hedgers which was much more foolproof than the one laid by the Arbitragers. With Oden's blessing in her kitty, she overcame the hurdle by the skin of her teeth. Alas, her's wasn't meant to be a script of a great escape as the vicious of all among her tormentors, the Speculators, managed to pin her down. Her yelp of help echoed through the hollow auditory canals of onlookers and passers-by while she was gagged and dragged by her ultimate abductors. They did what they do best with their booty. Libor was traded mercilessly, brutally massacred on the bourses of the bourgeois until she finally became a lifeless commodity. Since then, she became an immortal soul, lingering in the books of FRM :(
Hedgers, moved by her dismal state of appearance, offered her shelter and food. LIBOR wasn't given to that kind of treatment and being gullible and naive, didn't cast a doubt on their intent. She looked like she could use some rest. While resting in the cottage, she heard murmurs coming from alley beside her cottage. On close scrutiny she heard so called hedgers talking in hushed tones of a plot to confine her as they stood to gain from a stationary Libor. A chill of fear drove down her spine. Thoughts ranging from persecution to execution traversed her mind. Before she could regain her sense of calm, the voices dropped dead. The eerie silence coupled with engulfing darkness cast a pall over her state of mind. In the dead of night, she apprised herself of a latent talent she possessed, Stealth, and put it to a magnificent use, resulting in her triumphant escape. She wandered aimlessly for hours, meandering, subsisting on petals of flowers, leaves. Despite being dead beat, rendered fatigued and listless by her tumultuous enervating loiter, she was steadfast and ready to move on. Dragging her feet in unknown bearings, she barged into a fiefdom of ARBITRAGERS. Over-cautious, courtesy her previous ensnaring attempts, she drew out her defensive demeanor right at the outset. Arbitragers appeared inert and cold, unwelcoming and indifferent to their space being encroached or trespassed. LIBOR approached the Valet at the Inn which offered her porridge and gin. But ,Deja Vu, this time, the harbinger of bad news was the kindhearted valet who tipped her off of her possible abduction. Arbitragers intended to use the price differentials by selling her off in a foreign market and later on buying her back, so on an so forth, until the arbitrage opportunity is fully exploited. LIBOR, furious and livid yet composed and mentally functional, she devised her escape plan with relative ease and executed it to a T.
Tattered and shattered, she dug through the pile of rubble of her desolation to find that one inconsequential quintessential element that had brought her thus far, Hope, and clung on to it like a newborn to her mother.
Her movements lacked swiftness and lethargy was all that was written on her face. Yet she went on. Her trek had brought her offshore where she bumped into her distant cousin MIBOR, who too looked equally puzzled and lost. Hoping for some guidance and orientation, MIBOR, instead, confounded her with her randomness.
The crescent of despair and hopelessness converged to aggravate her misery. She was flummoxed, trying to recall the track that had brought her here but ruled out the option of going back through the same route without an escort. That's when she approached the cops, Federal Reserve, classy attire, waxing economics and finance even in most lightest of banters. LIBOR pleaded, Federal Reserve shrugged and her perception of threat was summarily dismissed.
Harrowed and distressed, she found herself hapless in the face of her fate and took on the challenge of going down the same route unaccompanied. The perilous route threw its first bout of challenge, when Arbitragers tried to box her in, the strategy being flawed as she spotted the lacunae which foiled their bid. Relieved momentarily, the next hurdle was to get past the trap laid down by the Hedgers which was much more foolproof than the one laid by the Arbitragers. With Oden's blessing in her kitty, she overcame the hurdle by the skin of her teeth. Alas, her's wasn't meant to be a script of a great escape as the vicious of all among her tormentors, the Speculators, managed to pin her down. Her yelp of help echoed through the hollow auditory canals of onlookers and passers-by while she was gagged and dragged by her ultimate abductors. They did what they do best with their booty. Libor was traded mercilessly, brutally massacred on the bourses of the bourgeois until she finally became a lifeless commodity. Since then, she became an immortal soul, lingering in the books of FRM :(
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