Rusty Quill presents

How well you know the story of survival

Your kill was just a bait

Your mom was a very secretive person

You not step one foot back in that arena, do you hear me?

She left out deep pills. I get why?

You see that ammo, they only give seven shots with a mod of guns

There's a few gaps in time, you know?

Sometimes nothing happened or people didn't write anything down

Of the times, we just never turned in the journal

I think the map and the gold, it's real

Make every shot count, we don't have tons of ammo

Get to the firing holes

Do you hear that?

Now hurry up

The gold, the ones to find it, and it's calling for us

There was no better feeling than to know that there's something out there waiting for us

Maybe a new life, all I could think about was the gold

And it was like a drum, a dream, an incredible rush

We're alive, gold rush

The adventure begins this September 2019