To be granted The Creator's blessing of everything this world could offer, and to squander all of it. We always say we'd know what to do with great fortune if it landed at our doorstep. Somehow we'd know how to use it better than the next guy. How ridiculous, when in the end we are turned back to dust, and the opportunities are but a forgotten memory. Futile, the effort wasted chasing desires down. But we spent an entire lifetime dedicated to doing just that. What else is there to live for? Genocide-Red was written in a time when Native Americans were gaining ground on forging casino business...