
Yorick readied his shovel. His coat was in tatters, his beloved teddy bear ripped into shreds before his eyes... And the unquiet dead of prehistory had begun to surround him. It wouldn’t be a fun fight, even if he wasn’t bleeding internally.
“Why don’t you take on a real man?” yelled the pugilist from two blocks and 1000 years away.
The monsters turned...and charged. The gravedigger smiled faintly at the sound of skulls hitting the pavement.