It was night when I arrived.
Thunder was cracking and lightning was
flashing. I needed a place to stay and the Castle looked inviting, but once
inside I wasn't so sure. You see, the Count was in a surly mood. He was
angry that he was forced to play innkeeper to supplement his income. When I
asked him why, he barked out two words, "Regressive Taxes!" and proceeded to
chew my ear off -- not literally, of course.
How would you like it if you had to pay a larger percentage of your income
in taxes than say, the richest person on the island? That's what is
happening here, all because of Regressive Taxes!
Here in Outer Magnolia, everyone pays the same amount of money -- no matter
how poor or wealthy. It doesn't matter if you're a tycoon or a simple working
Vampire like myself -- you have to hand over the same amount of moolah to the
government. Is that fair? Sometimes it makes me so mad I want to howl at the
moon, but that's another monster movie.