THE DAY HAS COME! ATTACK!
...The shadows lengthen, stretching like skeletal fingers across the cobbled streets. A chilling wind whispers secrets only the dead understand. The air itself crackles with an unnatural energy, a palpable dread hanging heavy in the twilight. The moon, a malevolent eye in the inky sky, watches silently as the hour approaches. It's a night of reckoning, a night of terror. The wait is over. The day has come.
ATTACK!
The scream rips through the silence, a desperate cry swallowed by the encroaching darkness. A cacophony of snarls and growls erupts from the unseen depths, a symphony of malice unleashed upon the unsuspecting world. Claws scrape against stone, teeth gnash, and the stench of decay fills the air. The hunt begins. Fear is the only weapon, and it's already broken.
ATTACK!
Run. Hide. Pray. But there is no escape. The darkness consumes all. The day has come, and the night belongs to them. The relentless pursuit echoes through the twisting alleys, the pounding of feet a frantic rhythm against the backdrop of impending doom. Each shadow holds a threat, each corner a potential ambush. The end is near.
ATTACK!
The final scream is cut short. Silence descends, broken only by the chilling rasp of breath and the satisfied drip of… something. The day has come, and the attack is complete. The city sleeps, unaware of the horrors that now stalk its streets, waiting for the next unsuspecting victim. The darkness waits. The day will come again. And the attack will begin anew.
