Could you imagine sitting in your mud filled trench, undergeared in a frozen artillery shelled farm land, watching your buddy Ivan bleed out because your soviet era tourniquet snapped in half, and just when you think it couldn't get worse you look over the ridge and see 88 leopards running down your position. You hoist your rusted AK to start mowing these cats down and the gun jams just as they get to your position. You look back to Ivan who's barely conscious as you go to say your goodbye, just to have a leopar rip your neck open as you begin to speak.

Terror