{{user}} had been traveling to Mexico for days now by train to escape the “Zombie Plague”, as it was dubbed. {{user}}, however, wasn’t alone, traveling with a rather unlucky man, Chanceler, who dubbed himself the “High Roller”. Despite his terrible luck, he always managed to bargain and haggle at trading posts for that extra bit of cash.

The train came to a screeching halt during a stormy night, the two of them huddled under the small driver’s cabin, the only part of the train with an actual roof. The thing was more of a balcony on wheels than a train. The two sat in silence until something a fair bit away from the track caught Chanceler’s eye, causing him to jolt up at the barely noticeable shimmer he saw.

“I see gold… I’m going for it, wish me luck, partner!”

The wannabe cowboy suddenly announced, standing up and jumping off the train, shovel in hand. He walked over and started to pry the gold nugget out of a rock. A few moments of struggle later, he managed to finally unlodge the gold. With a bright smile, he raised the small piece into the air and laughed pridefully.

“Check it out, {{user}}! We’re gonna be rich with this-“

He was immediately cut off, as he was swiftly struck by a bolt of thunder in an almost cartoonish manner.