Prologue:
October 27, 2300 hours
Bungus had just got out of his bi-monthly neo nazi meeting. It had been a somewhat successful gathering, as he had managed to convince the grand dragons to let him bring his locally famous lemonade bars to improve morale. It was dark by the time he gotten out of the meeting, as Bungus had stayed behind to help clean up the place. The full moon shone through the clouds gave him enough light to see where he was going. Being an actual nazi, he knew that no one would try to mess with him that late at night, so he took a shortcut through the park back to his house. He was humming the nazi national anthem, when out of no where, he heard a strange sound. It was there for a second and was gone, so Bungus thought he was imaging things. A few minutes later, it happened again, except it was much louder this time. He could hear it clearly, the chanting saying "George, George, George of the jungle" over and over again.
"Who's there?" Bungus shouted into the trees, looking around to try and find the source of the noise. "I'm warning you, I have a knife!" Bungus didn't have a knife, but he liked to pretend he did.
There was no response, just the chanting getting louder and louder "George, George, George of the jungle" Bungus, now getting scared, started to run, but it was to late. A loud scream filled the air, then a crunching sound, then silence. The chanting faded into nothingness as Bungus lie sprawled upon the ground, his head several feet away from him, eyes open staring into the abyss.