October 31, 1944
The last two survivors of a Recon team race back to base camp. An unseen enemy has completely wiped out the entire squad
The sound of their boots is all that can be heard in the silent camp. Their hearts pound with fear as they head for the Machine Gun pit.
Both are seasoned veterans of the war, but they have never experienced anything like this. Among their own dead lay massacred Nazi's, and not a shot fired.
"What the hell could have done that!?"
"I don't know, get them ammo belts ready!"
"There's something out there, and it ain't no man."
"LOCK N' LOAD! "
"Over there !"
The .30 calibur Machine Gun roars to life with a long burst
BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!
Firing blindly, at an unseen enemy, the troopers continue to lay down a hailstorm of machine gun fire. BBBRRARAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
They Pause to reload, and the Celtic Hunter from another Galaxy strikes to claim another prey. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"What the hell are you! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
The nightmarish battle continues, but the troopers are no match hand to hand with the inter-galactic hunter. "AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
Through out all of time these Demons of war have hunted, and on this Halloween night of 1944, they have claimed their victory. with a mighty battle cry they call to the elders above as they claim their trophies.
The last two survivors of a Recon team race back to base camp. An unseen enemy has completely wiped out the entire squad
The sound of their boots is all that can be heard in the silent camp. Their hearts pound with fear as they head for the Machine Gun pit.
Both are seasoned veterans of the war, but they have never experienced anything like this. Among their own dead lay massacred Nazi's, and not a shot fired.
"What the hell could have done that!?"
"I don't know, get them ammo belts ready!"
"There's something out there, and it ain't no man."
"LOCK N' LOAD! "
"Over there !"
The .30 calibur Machine Gun roars to life with a long burst
BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!
Firing blindly, at an unseen enemy, the troopers continue to lay down a hailstorm of machine gun fire. BBBRRARAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
They Pause to reload, and the Celtic Hunter from another Galaxy strikes to claim another prey. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"What the hell are you! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
The nightmarish battle continues, but the troopers are no match hand to hand with the inter-galactic hunter. "AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
Through out all of time these Demons of war have hunted, and on this Halloween night of 1944, they have claimed their victory. with a mighty battle cry they call to the elders above as they claim their trophies.