Yeah. Someday, in the ruins of the world, you may come across the decrepit remains of a man, held adrift only by the sheer momentum of that one time he was near The Big Win.
“Come 'ere m’lad,” he’ll tell you, gesturing vaguely with one rotting arm at the debris of human settlements, “help me dig for my hard drive of lost fortune tokens.”
He’s still at it?
Yeah. Someday, in the ruins of the world, you may come across the decrepit remains of a man, held adrift only by the sheer momentum of that one time he was near The Big Win.
“Come 'ere m’lad,” he’ll tell you, gesturing vaguely with one rotting arm at the debris of human settlements, “help me dig for my hard drive of lost fortune tokens.”