You lunge at him, landing punches and a few choice 'motherfuckers' in there, too. You're covered in mud and have one shoe on, why not? FUCK. THIS. GUY. The old man lands a few, then a few more, and suddenly you're losing. You're losing a fight to a creeper in a mausoleum? You summon superhuman strength to land one last punch, but just before it connects, you're being lifted into the air. Looking down, all you can see are enormous, hairy arms, and the top of a head of hair that looks more like fur every second. He's a... warewolf? That can't be right, you think to yourself, immediately before you feel yourself being folded in half. You hear a gigantic crack as your neck breaks, your head flies free from your body, and suddenly, the whole world is dark.