[Sam]

Originally Posted by Steve

As the night envelopes it's darkness down upon the land, the human hovers near a dying fire. Alas, he has no wood to stoke it higher. The beasts gather just at the edge of the light from the withering flickers of the human's only source of warmth and solace.

The human casts his weak flashlight into the black of the night and reflects off two sets of glowing eyes, wait, now there are four sets.
Five.....

The beasts draw nearer as the fire spite it's last ember and dies.
The human's flashlight clicks, no light comes forth.
The black night has closed in, the beasts are a mere few feet away.
Closer, closer.......

and they attack, chomping bunker heads left and right! Thus rendering the human unable to fish...

LOL...