Saramad Hill

Zackary Bradley

Michael Ceraso

English

"I-I can't handle that!" the Knight pointed a trembling gauntlet at the approaching monstrosity in the distance—an armored Elephant sprinting on two legs, with massive, human-like hands holding a mace half the size of a telephone pole, and a cardboard baler door as a greatshield.

“You can! And you will!” Shouted Sargent Ermey as the behemoth wobbled closer to them. “Good luck!”

Sargent Ermey high-tailed it out of there, the coward. Who stays but Duke Nukem? The young man unknown as of yet for what he is meant to be. “Hi, gorgeous,” he winks at the great beast before him.

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