So you have another beer. Before long you are quite drunk. You start shouting drinks to other patrons. At midnight the bar closes and you have to leave, so you look for a motel. You are walking down a side street when some men that you had bought drink for surround you. One whacks you on the head from behind with a rock. You collapse to the ground and pass out. Your broken body is found by a street sweeper in the morning, buried under litter. The money is gone. You are dead and get cremated by the authorities.
Bad Luck. Try Again.
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