So back in the day, when I was a young man and full of adventure, I found myself in command of 3 men and a great steel beast. It was fast as any monster you have seen and breathed great stinking clouds of fire…no arrow, no lance could break its armor. Its power and rage were unmatched.
We used to wire a walkman or cd player into the communications system so we could jam awesome hardcore tunes whilst we laid waste to our enemies and cut a bloody swath across the land. Ah, the good old days. Screw you Skywalker, I could bullseye a whomp rat at 3000 meters…(and that distance is comfirmed)
The music sounded something like this…
widowmaker (left click to download, right to save as)
