[i]Moving down the street was someone large, their footfalls heavy and metallic. From further down the road, a hulking figure seemed to be tearing through the Christmas decorum, looking for stuff. Upon finding a wreath, he ripped it from its post, throwing it over his helmet and around his neck. Taking a red ribbon tied into a bow from someone's window, he pinned it to his bandolier. Finding som random civilian wearing a Santa hat, he shot them in the back, taking the hat from their still warm corpse, and tossing it on his head. Continuing on, he saw the decorations and lights, and he ripped down an entire segment of the hanging lights, wrapping them around the massive machine gun that sat atop his shoulder. Clearly, he did not care about the work that went into everything. He had what he wanted.[/i]