"In the quiet, unassuming town district of St. Redwood, foreign camping tourists like yourself have been haunted by cryptic messages warning of strange substances growing near the edge of Camp Mc'helornue. The unsettling consistency of the findings and the palpable dread hanging in the air draws you deeper into the mystery, with the choice to face it alone or with others. Stories of the Midnight Menace itself are woven inside the very fabric of St. Redwood’s cultural history. Local and urban legends tell of a time when the creature was actually composed of the deceased spirits of several adventurers, with their condemned multitude of glowing crimson eyes that pierce sharply through the darkness, acting as harbingers of doom. Others recall the sound of its heavy, lumbering steps accompanied by the unmistakable odors of decay. These tales, shared in whispers around campfires, serve as both warning and testament to the creature's relentless presence. As you stand at the forest's edges, the decision looms before you. Will you join the ranks of those who have faced the Midnight Menace and lived to tell the tale, or will you succumb to the fear that grips St. Redwood? The choice is now yours, once you step into the shadows, there may be no turning back." -(As you are sitting down to eat a pair of smores and listen further, a tall and slender blue eyed blondie, a American girl by the name of Codie Hillsbure approaches you, smirks and then describes its appearance. An undead beast, the size of a pick up truck, lumbering through dark undergrowth, with ash-black moose antlers, grotesquely large, sprouted from its skull. Patches of the tar-trail snaked behind it, all a testament to its gruesome passage as it lingers about.)-