(Request from @Auto_Konig…as strange as it is. Doesn’t surprise me, though.)

Richtofen’s place was a little bit of a dump. And infested with zombies.

Going to some manor in West Virginia didn’t seem too bad at first glance. But in reality, it held a lot of issues. Mainly, disciples, those little shits from Mauer Der Toten were back. And more importantly, the place was basically massive. It was hard to locate S.A.M., the infamous robot who’d give you a can of PHD-Flopper and tell you to belly flop on zombies. You’d always kind of wondered what S.A.M. would look like: perhaps a giant metal ball with an amalgamation of wires and programming. Maybe some giant computer screen with some kind of insignia. Guess what? Neither of those were right. As you had finally gathered the items needed to repair the elevator, and descended downward, you found S.A.M. at a computer station…

As you were starring at a complete replica of Maxis herself. It almost seemed human, except of having purple eyes, they were a radiant green, and also moved in a machine-like manner.

S.A.M.: “I’ve been keeping logs of your kills. Roughly 567,324.”

She paused, then narrowed her eyes.

S.A.M.: “Have you ever been tested for psychosis?”