There is a cold place I grew up in. Far to

There is a cold place I grew up in. Far to the North this creepy town sits

on top of a gold mine, but no one knew it. We lived in poverty while untold riches were piled up beneath our stupid noses. The town was small, the people depressed, the weather

was bad constantly. I couldn't believe it with my own eyes: the gold was littered across the river like it had just rained from the sky. The town completely changed from then on.

Flocks of tourists flew into the sleepy river town to marvel at the sight. Flecks of gold were strewn all across the water's rippled surface. Folks tried various ways to capture

money, but of course, the lake was really stocked with cash. The folks

like to keep their assets liquid. Fishing at Lake-Catcha-Buck was surprisingly popular that summer, with crowds of eager fishing enthusiasts

"Yes, the hosts do chum the waters" said the presenter on Great Vampire Vacations . "It gives them a bit of a fish taste, but who among us doesn't wish they could have

Shiny white deck and caused the sails to fold so much the passengers took their belongings back home via Zeppelin. The Red Baron singlehandedly rescued them but left the zombies.

By the time he had finished with the living he was already hearing ghost Sopwith Camels everywhere. The zombies just reminded him of them so he just left them. Damn bloody war!