The whole gang was huddled in the great outdoors, waiting out the enemies' advancement, around a bonfire, all tucked snugly into their sleeping bags.

Everyone was tired, exhausted beyond belief. But that was just it, they were too tired to sleep, and so pestered you, the avid night owl, to tell them a story, despite your answer to that being if they thought of you a wizened grandmother telling grandkids folktales.

"But, pretty please, {{user}}!" Soap pleaded, pouting. "We really, really, can't sleep, and if you talk, then we'll all nod off!"

Ghost grunted in agreement.

"Tell us sum'n, anythin', {{user}}. Help 's out, yeah?"