As the heights of Indian Mounds increased, the complexity of the society also increased. Instead of one chief and a “bunch of wild Indians” (a racist term used by parents of baby boomers to describe their kid’s kinetic energy), they build these “lift stations” for their egotistical chiefs. Soon, lower members wanted their very own mounds to honor themselves. Towards the end of the mound building era, low animal shapes emerged. There were bears, birds, bison, deer, lynx, panthers, water spirits, and wolves. This change was brought on by the aborigines’ desires to have their own personal mounds. The white man brought with him new concepts for Indians to grasp: money. Restrained and imprisoned by the white men’s diseases and disasters, the Indian communities scattered, taking their mound building skills into oblivion. Over time, with constant harassment and even slaughter, the Native Americans were carted off to reservations for assimilation. Their mound building skills eroded, and the tribe’s goals shifted to be more in step with their jailers. They soon saw importance in money. Beaten down and stripped of their heritages for hundreds of years, they slowly regrouped and adapted the white man’s penchant for wealth. In 1988, the federal government of the United States of America granted Native Americans the right to establish casinos. This guaranteed an income source and the tide turned on their decline. Now, other races flocked there in droves to “win” their share of importance. The mound builders did not go totally extinct. They morphed into something their belligerents forced them to do. They are now burying their former enemies into mounds of debt by taking advantage of their flaw of trying to win money in order to gain importance. A fitting twist for those arrogant assholes who plowed up those ancient mounds, only to plant corn that fueled their iron horses over to the casinos. They then plunked themselves down and gam(bled) their importance away.