[ WP ] Write from the perspective of a tank crew as their tank is hounded down , disabled , and eventually destroyed by enemy infantry . Make it a horror story .

We thought that we had the advantage, a full tank crew verses some grunts on foot. We did n't realize how many there were. 
 
 First they disabled the tank treads, this prevented us from going anywhere, but at least they could n't get in and we could still fire out of the main gun and take occasional shots out of the coupola. Johnny even figured out that he could use the viewports to occasionally mow down the attackers. 
 
 There were just to many of them. 
 
 We are now running low on ammunition. Frank came up with another idea, while we could n't move we COULD spin the turret around which helped to knock some of them off of the tank. 
 
 It was a great idea while it lasted, but that also required battery power and after the first couple of hours even that ran out. 
 
 We have now sealed ourselves in the tank as best as we could, we so hope that perhaps someone else will get these things off of us from externally. I am not sure how long we can last like this. This was supposed to be short mission so we had very limited water and food, you do not want to know what we did to `` relieve'' ourselves. 
 
 I ca n't believe one of them actually poured gasoline down our barrel, it is seeping down the barrel and into the turret seat. Johnnie got soaked in it before we noticed what was going on and we have been trying to come up with a way to relieve the irritation. 
 
 When they lit the gas, the flames traveled down the barrel and Johnnie was completely toasted. The smell of the burning flesh, the heat of the fire, watching as first his clothing burnt and then his skin kind of slid off of him... that's something that you will never forget. Luckily he died quickly. 
 
 Frank was n't so lucky, when Johnnie got lit up he thrashed a good bit and managed to get some of the fuel on Franks face. I watch as his face puckered, then started popping with heat blisters. Frank is still alive, but he keeps begging me to kill him. 
 
 If I actually survive this, I do n't think I will never ride in a tank again. 
 
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 As I take off the VR glasses and the mask, I am so happy to see that I am still sitting in my chair in the middle of the lab. 
 
 I tell Johnnie and Frank, I think we have made this game a little too realistic and perhaps we should replace the scent systems to be something nice. 
 
 Simulating the smell burning flesh is n't a good idea.
