Editor's Note :

The following is a journal entry describing a strange encounter in World War 2. It's unknown whether or not this is true. Even though a Hillbilly McGee did serve in World War 2 and had the same overall description as given in this entry. There were no reports of a humanoid entity matching the supposed writer.

During the war, there were plenty of rumors. Rumors of the Third Reich making weird weapons straight from a Sci-fi novel or the occasional strange unidentified creatures. There was one that… let's just say was different from the rest.

Soldiers from both sides on the European front reported the same thing at least once. A seven-foot-tall blonde man, armed with an ax and had spiders and tentacles coming out of his wounds, was killing people. Always with a sadistic grin and laughing.

It didn't matter how many bullets or grenades you used. The man still didn't die and became a Lovecraftian pile of insanity as soon as his human form was gone. Victims of the creature had bizarre impalement holes or average wounds.

Many people didn't believe it. Hell, George Patton himself said that “Those rumors are bullshit! If such a human exists. He would've been taken by the government a solid year ago,”

But despite that… Everyone believed the bastard was real. From the Americans to the Germans and Soviets. Hell, the U.K. and Commonwealth had a bounty for this thing’s head. Yet no one found him dead or alive.

This journal entry may be a joke or the real thing. No one knows. All we do know… is that this probably gives us a bunch 

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I stared at my hands, which were no longer hands. But rather the all-too-familiar pile of spiders and tentacles that I hated to see. My hands were slowly regenerating though, while I heard the cold breaths of the Nazis I killed with my bare hands. I was hiding under the radar for a solid five years. All because I wanted to kill all of those damn bastards myself. I thought it would be fun…

It's been thousands of years since I felt like this. Wanted to overthrow an evil empire that wasn't Cronus’ disgusting children but rather mortals I could have slain in my very wake. Haven't felt this way since the Trojan War. I got up and looked around for something to get. All I wanted was to rip and tear now… I had to.

You see, the Great War’s child has arrived. Germany made itself the newest pain in the world. A group of monsters if you will, and as a monster myself. I wanted to fight them and their enemies in the Allies. The year is 1944, the allies are taking over… slowly, and slowly… And slowly. Hopefully, my dumbass manages to fasten it up a bit. 

I walked around in the Nazi base, walking around the place. Only to stare at a bizarre scene happening. A person that I fought for almost a century was going to get shot by a crazy Nazi man. His name was Hillbilly McGee. And we… were not that passive with each other. We clashed constantly. 

But even though we fought… I still liked McGee. Viewed him as my best friend. Fighting each other was so fun and thrilling. I couldn't let him die. Not yet.

There's a hatchet not so far away from the scene. Its blade shines through the lights. I smiled at the weapon. A large, genuinely happy smile. I love hatchets. Always will.

I stood there, mesmerized by the sudden appearance of the chance to cause more terror. McGee had an angered expression as I just… walked over and grabbed the nearby hatchet. McGee just gasped and stared at me. The Rednecks's hateful eyes pierced through my gaze while I slowly stalked my target.

The Nazi was idiotic. He was blissfully unaware of who was behind him. He was too arrogant that he had a Browning Hi-Power aimed at an eight-foot-tall 80-year-old hillbilly. When he should have worried about the ax murderer behind him. The Nazi laughed and laughed.

“Stop bluffing American fool!” He would say. An annoying ass grin on his face. I hated every bit of him at that single moment. “No member of the Third Reich will ever betray each other-”

THWACK!

I spun my hatchet and threw it at the stupid bastard's head… He screamed for a second before he ultimately died. Blood was everywhere as I kicked the corpse onto the floor. McGee sat there horrified as I slowly took off the disgusting uniform.

I made a little joke while I threw the uniform into the blood floor. Chuckling at it staining. The redneck didn't… really like me showing up.

He shouted out cusses all suddenly. Calling me a disgusting monster who worked for oppressive evil for being a spy for the Nazis. I only chuckled as I explained. But McGee still didn't trust me…

I told him how I spied on them and gave their information to the Allies as much as vice versa. How I didn't join the Nazis because I liked them… But rather I hated them and wanted them dead.

McGee still called me a coward. He called me a fucking loser with no honor and no loyalty to anyone or anything. I simply told him that maybe he was a coward. That I was able to do anything for freedom and that it was a mutt who worked for governments to oppress people. Due to McGee's furious patriotism towards the American government. He just grabbed the pistol and shot me.

“You're disgusting William…” he cursed under his southern drawl. I felt the bullet in my brain. The spiders couldn't stop crawling out. “You shouldn't live for your crimes against the world. But here you are, a cancer to the Earth itself.”

I only laughed and dashed towards him with my hatchet above my head. The insanity of battle taking over my thoughts… Me and McGee brutalized each other as we always did in that bunker… Yet we still lived.

We're cursed to fight forever. Not just because we enjoy warfare… But because it's the only thing we truly have left.

End of Entry…