[i]Wilhelm von Richtofen loaded his rifle and poured as much fire as he could on the looming shape coming towards him. The creature looked straight at him, mocking the prussian with his blood red eyes. The corpse of poor Schmidt fell from his arms and the monster sprinted at Wilhelm. The soldier worked the bolt of his rifle and pressed the trigger down, only to hear a loud *click*. Wilhelm dropped his rifle and reached for his saber, just as the creature reached out for him with its massive claws[/i]

Wilhelm awoke to a hard pounding on the door of his quarters. He was covered in a cold sweat and holding an empty bottle of whisky. He put the bottle down, wiped the sweat off of his face before answering "Yes?"