The first is of grizzled old warrior, proud and strong, who entered the dungeon with his comrades to liberate the treasure of the evil denizens that live there. After days of battling through dank corridors and trapped rooms that has done for all of his brothers in arms, he can see the treasure chest at the foot of the stairs so one last fight will see him rich beyond his wildest dreams...
The second is of the miniature that spends most of it's days packed away in a gaming bag, brought out once a week to be pushed around a table, bashed with oddly shaped dice and splashed with soda and snacks. Teamed with other miniatures, one not even painted, in the fumbling attempt for it's owner to get to the treasure. Well its had enough, taken things into it's own hands, it's destiny is it's own and no way in hell is it going to share that treasure with those other miniatures, especially the unpainted one. So with a few swipes of it's axe... he's the Last Man Standing.
