Broke with hope

You are a Broke student, living in a shitty appartment with your two friends : Josh and Hakim. Your days all look the same : you wake up, go to useless classes, come back home, drink beers and eat junk food. Yup, your life sucks. One night, after your fourth pizza of the week and their sixth beer of the evening, you stumble onto an idea. If charities can raise money with a logo, a sad photo, and a decent story, why can’t you? Josh creates spreadsheets. Hakim writes morally indignant mission statements. You design logos with smiling children you found online. You register associations with names like Hope Without Borders and Tomorrow for Africa. Very tasteful. Very fake. Donations start trickling in. Ten euros here. Fifty there. People love a cause, especially one they’ll never verify. The money goes straight into the same account that pays for beer, pizza, and occasionally rent. You toast “solidarity” while ordering extra toppings. Months pass. The apartment doesn’t get better, but the beer does. Somewhere, nothing changes at all. The associations publish annual reports full of buzzwords and stock photos. Everyone feels good. Especially you three , who conclude that the real miracle of charity is how little anyone wants to look too closely. Congrats you cracked the system. But you are hungry for more, you want real money, not beers and pizza, real stuff. You must find ways to get easy money, using your three brains and the university as your field of play. Manipulation, dealing, lending money with huge traps. You can do whatever crimes you want to get money, as long as you dont get busted.