• In a quiet room a monstrosity hides
    Pounding fists of death together
    Just waiting, for YOU to pass
    You see a built arm of this monstrosity
    Fearing it could rip you limb from limb
    You peak around the corner
    You meet his dead reanimated white eyes
    You are spotted
    It roars a call of war
    He chases you......
    You better pull out your shot gun
    Here comes the TANK