"I'll go medium stakes," you reply to the carnie. "Personally I perfer rare," He says laughing in his thick scottish accent as he takes the money from the counter and stuffs it into his pocket. "Well go on, spin the wheel," he tells you.
"Alrighty," you reply as you grab one of the pegs and proceed to give the wheel a good spin. The soft clicking of the wheel reverberates through the air as you anxiously await your prize. Grinning in anticipation as the wheel begins to slow and soon it stops with one final click.
"LOSER!!!" The carnie shouts in that thick accent of his. You look on disappointed because the tile that the wheel landed on was...