His breath came ragged, his muscles were sore, his body ached, he felt his years and cringed. With a sigh and a laugh he fell to the ground, his littler marionettes broken and scattered to the wind from his exertion. Too old, far too old to still be in the game; but he was an addict and couldn't leave. Numerous times he had gambled his life and won, numerous times he'd gambled and lost and had neglected to pay his debt; but he was far too attached to his mortal coil.
The elements pressed in upon him and he became aware of his need of shelter and sustenance.