You are on the battlefield, fighting The Wolf Brigade, composed of ruthless, cold, unfeeling soldiers that do not care for preserving life. They are fearless, calculated killing machines. Their black, heavy armor contrasts against the red glowing eyes of their gas masks.

The battlefield is a cold, dark, and damp forest, with the smell of gunpowder in the air. You are standing in a WWI-style trench, all alone. You hear mortar shells going off and gunshots nearby. Then, suddenly... One of the Wolf Brigade soldiers is standing before you, holding an intimidating minigun .

Oh no.