You carry your gory cargo through the Gothic City scrapyard. Stacks of junked cars tower above you to either side.
Suddenly you drop the body as you hurtle into the air!
CLANG! Your metal head collides with the business end of a magnetic crane piloted by an angry looking man in a biker jacket.
"You killed Greg!" he screams as you are swung high over the garbage below.
You want to reason with him; to explain your plight, but no sound will come out of your mouth!
Then you are falling... into the compactor; the machine used to crush cars into small cubes.
This looks bad. Surely you'll find a way to escape? Won't you?
The walls are closing in....
"Fitting," yells the biker, "that your final resting place should be here, amongst the gar..."