Casper Wolf dug his feet deep into the black skull, stomping, relishing in the crunch and gush of the broken face. He kicked the black body, sunk his heels deep into its throat, and spat at it. He continued to kick it until his legs lost any volition to move. The dead eyes glimmered as they drooped down the bleeding skull and into the scorched earth.

"Schwarz." Casper took in the tasty liberty of another spit. His watch buzzed, indicating the gilded words +30 credits. But would it be enough? He'd only accrued 160 in these last three minutes. Why hadn't the damn game shown the leaderboards yet? Who was ahead? Who was dead? Casper met the appearance of the flashing red billboard. The exigency still roamed. There was still seven minutes left in the FFA. Would they announce it after the event was over?

"Du bist ein grausamer Mann. How can you do that with your eyes open?"

The wolfish gray eyes spun around to meet a white blonde girl with a Scandinavian frame, pronounced eyebrows and misty gray eyes sitting at a roadside curb. She had a sweaty, bellicose look and crooked teeth as if she just came through war and a slim unassuming body with wide hips. She grasped in the sight of the body, got up, and crossed her arms. "Do you even feel anything?"

The wolfish face carved a callous grin. "If the game says to kill, then we kill. I'm simply following orders," Casper spat on the ground and raked back his black hair. "I don't understand what's so troubling to you about that, Schlampe."

Another young figure walked toward the black body and crouched beside it, turning its mutilated head. "Scheiße."

"But did you have to beat him up so hard because he was black? What did he ever do to you?" said Lena.

Casper closed his eyes and nodded. The accusations were dry and unmet. Somehow he felt like slapping her, perhaps doing more... "Are you telling me you like nigger dick, now?"

"What is wrong with you? It's just–Look, why do we have to be mean? Why can't we just make friends?"

Casper erupted with laughter. "Even you don't believe that, Schnuckelchen!"

Lena's lips trembled, nearly revealing another crooked spot from her teeth. "Well, we can at least act like it. You shouldn't–"

Casper ran at Lena and pinned her to the ground. His hands grappled around her neck pumping it as hard as he can. There was a faint crack but Lena wasn't choking in terror, she was giggling. Her crooked grandma teeth seemed to be growing wider and wider.

"Don't tell me what I should and shouldn't do Hure! I never want you to tell me what to do again!"

Lena rasped, jovially taking in his stifling cold fingers. "Yes, mein führer! Do it! Kill me! I know you want to, you sick Tier!"

The wolfish gray eyes squinted. He turned to the boy crouched next to the dead body. "Klaus! Hand me your gun!"

The buck teeth boy skidded the automatic rifle in Casper's direction. Casper took the gun, unzipped Lena's pants, tore off her panties, and began to rub her pussy with the barrel of the gun. A slimy white goo began to ooze on it.

"Sauerkraut, just for you, mein führer. Press the trigger..."

"I will," said Casper, frowning.

"Then do it um Himmels willen!"

"When you guys have stopped fucking around, you'll realize we still have a game to play," said Klaus.

"Klaus!"

Klaus spun around. "Stop screaming my name, I'm right here. I keep thinking someone's behind me."

"It seems you two keep forgetting who the leader is."

"Trust me, we try," said Lena, zipping her pants back up. "But I guess it's against your nature to keep your mouth shut."

Casper loaded the gun. "Don't make me do it..."

"What did you want, führer?" Klaus said, smiling, and giving a deep, sycophantic bow.

"What can you tell me about Karl Wager?"

Klaus's face creased. "What's to tell? The maniacs eating through the credit ranks at the moment and seems to be racking in hella support from the other players. Other than that, it's all out the window from me." Klaus paused, sizing up the clandestine look in Casper's eyes. "Why?"

"Because the bastards going in the chamber." The icy gray wolfish eyes narrowed. "There can only be one German king in this game."

Klaus and Lena looked at each other. Lena rolled her eyes and stuck her finger in her mouth.

"And then we're gonna kill the third world shitholes. Starting with the niggers and then the Indians. It's time the Germans took over this game."