I am father grigori, this town is dark and gory. I take my rifle and I lighten it and that's my story the word of God is holy my Hale of bullets pouring my inner phyche's sick and twisted inner voices warring this was my home and now it's hell on earth these zombies rush them I turned a car into a elevator and I crush them I used a spinning propeller to slice their ass in two I'm ravenholm's mad monk. who the fuck are you?