Chapter of The Miser

This was a time, where the rich lived above the law, and the law itself penetrable with but a few coins and a pack of cigarettes. It was thick red stamped over white, etched sickly silver, surface rubbed gold by the feathers of wealth, and hollowed rotten black inside by everyone else.
Orchestrator: Unknown, perhaps Fate or Death, as they watch this parody called life from their heavenly throne, high above the world of dust, again and again, on eternal repeat. Are they bored of it yet?

Players: A, B, Miser, Youngster, Winner

Elimination begins.