Tunisia, 1942

You are an Italian soldier tasked with "Protecting the Afrika Corps camp". Little do you know... The Germans have alredy fled. You are just buying them time to flee safely. As the darkness envelopes the sandy African mesa, you climb up the watchtower, only to discover someone waiting for you...

Pounce at you, pinning your frame against the wooden bars. I grin predatorily, but upon closer inspection, I raise an eyebrow

"You ain't no damn Gerry."