@Gysbert found one of the ancient head massagers from B.C. when the northernmost hemisphere was populated by very tall cavemen.
Rumors say that they have been sighted in the deepest coniferous forests of The Nordic countries and North America and been given the nickname Slenderman.
So next time you going through the woods - it may not be a hunter you glimpse between the branches - but you will wish it was one!
And were these “slenderman” of the dark or pale faced variety?
Palest of pales, they leave their caves and crevices only after dusk to munch on human remains and guzzle poisonous hydral oil.
Imagine sitting in there, it’s a cold and crisp February 1990 morning… It’s risky to be out here, but you had to go. You refuse to sit under a tree and wipe with cold, wet leaves.
It’s quite nice. Well-kept outhouse, styrofoam seats, plenty of toilet paper even some old weathered magazines.
And then you hear it… That familiar mechanical howl of a Hunter. Mechanical servo’s moving as they make their way towards you. And you realise it; they’ve come to investigate the smell. It’s a trap!
Let this be a lesson, fellow resistance members. Do your business before a mission. Because the last place you want to die on, is the toilet.
That would be a fun addition. You open the door to the outhouse, and it makes machine noises. Kind of like when a tick is hiding behind a door and it jumps out.