When I was young, we spent a weekend in a cabin in the woods. We found the Necronomicon and awoke a demon, a Deadite that killed my friends and made me cut my hand off. I used the book to banish it and was sent to the past. After a journey through time and space fighting Deadites, I got home. But the evil dead have returned and destiny calls me to fight the army of darkness again. I'll do it when I'm not busy drunk, flirting with girls or driving the Oldsmobile.