I broke into the cemetary last night, spade at the ready.
I desecrated a famous grave and wrested from the dampened earth that which once struck terror into the hearts of men from days of yore.
I brushed off bits of twigs and worms and placed my prize upon a pedestal to gaze into the depths of the entity know as the "Pigstomper".
As the full moon shone upon his face he took a deep breath, opened his cavernous mouth and uttered a wail that has not been heard for years.
Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeee
Bats took to the wing, clouds formed as a crown around his hallowed head, and he stood.
He lives ! He lives ! He lives! I cried out !
Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeee
Was his reply as he took his first tentative step, then another and another. Faster and faster they came untill i was tasked to follow in his wake.
Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeee
Rang out again as an answer when I queried "To where do we run my friend ?"
Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeee
Was the cry again as he lept the fence at the airfield, dashing across the tarmac, eyes searching, head up and there, there he sees his prize and
Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeee
again as we dash to the skeletal frame from a long abandoned and cast aside WW2 fighter.
He caressed the remains of the rotting wing and where he touched, it was transformed anew, spreading quickly to envelope the entire aircraft
that now reflected life in his hallowed eyes.
Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeee
He touched another plane and recalled it too from the grave and then, as I trembled in awe and terror, he looked upon me and pointed to the pilots seat.
I climbed up as I saw him leap into his plane and he fired the engine up, prop turning, exhaust beching carbon and smoke.
Mine too roared to life as we pulled away, eschewing the tarmac we bounce across the dewey gras and suddenly were aloft.
I heard him over the sound of the engine as we climbed and climbed and climbed.
Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeee
Pigstompers fly again!
Will you join us men? Will you cast aside your earthly bonds and seek the destruction of our enemies.
Will you kill all you appose and let ring out, the word, the sound, the cry of
Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeee
