VIIIPremium

Šotek

Czechoslovakia·Tank Destroyer·ATSPG sniper

Oh, stop screaming! You know how this all ends. You've heard that stupid song about the monster from the swamps. It's true, most of it. Especially the part about my teeth. And about my claws. And about how I love eating humans. The only part I don't get is why the singer decided some powder would be the end of me, or why you need to drop it from a plane. No, my friend, that's the stuff of fairytales. But when you finish screaming, you have a little think about what brought us together in this swamp. It always amazes me how easy it is to snatch you curious city folk when you get that primitive song stuck in your head. Admit it—just like the rest of them, you wanted to see for yourself that there aren't any monsters in Moravia. Well, are you convinced now? You know, there's one thing I've never doubted: people only learn from their own mistakes. And today, you've become wiser. I'd love to chat with you some more about fairytales, monsters, and music, but you know what they say: a monster can't live on songs alone...