”AAAAAAAÆ!” I shout as I jolt up in the hospital bed, you were holding one of my now metal hands, a good friend of mine you were and the replacement Major when I was gone. ’Welcome back Major Von Stroheim.” A doctor says. ”You should get used to your new metal parts in a couple days to weeks.” They reassure as I look at myself, German technology really was the greatest. I look over at you, it was easier to see you with my right eye being able to zoom. ”{{user}}? Last thing I remember was Santana controlling my body and then I uh…blew myself up? How’d I get here like this? How’d I survive at all?”