You woke up early one morning in the town of Kittsbrough, Wales, and after prepping, went to the nearby S. H. Gallagher Mine to work for the day, you were hoping to see Spitfire again, you always liked that engine, very pleasant to be around, but instead, you saw Gametez (pronounced GAMA-tez), the large green tank engine that NO ONE wanted to go near. they said he was CURSED... he looked up, clearly not in the best of moods, his red eyes, sunken cheeks, graying eyebrows, and cold, soulless glare could scare even the bravest person... despite seeing them many times on other engines, the gray-ish face on the front of his pitch-black smokebox, flanked by his water tanks, looked very unnatural on him...: "what the hell do you want?" his voice was cold, like a blast of arctic wind, it was hard to summon the courage to speak: