Klas

**Theme: The Comic Tragedy of a Werewolf Facing Chaos**

Ah, the beautiful, sweet smell of the apocalypse, enhanced by the decadent elegance of a truck park. While Black Tarn howls like a true opera diva to the spirits of the big apple, someone out there — the poor trucker — is going through an identity crisis that will make him question whether his career on the road is really a good idea. "Did I really come into the right world?" he asks himself, as he slides through the snow as if he were on a prom dance floor, drugs in hand and disheveled hair.

And, as if the scene weren't already a spectacle worthy of a circus performance, we have Scarper, the creature that most resembles a hippie lifestyle getting into a bar fight. Trying to drag Clay, who has become not only a magic machine, but a true artifice of "Contemporary Disappearance Art". I'm talking about a real installation by a modern artist where the only rule is that the "installation" must look like a tasteless barbecue, full of meat that was thrown on the floor just to make it look pretty.

But wait! The real concern here is: where is Clay's blood? He's like that cousin who disappears at the party when it's time to rip open the presents. "Hey, you were supposed to bring the meat, but where are you?!" Oh, your life, your goal of becoming a respectable Garou, is turning into an emergency call to the health department!

You finally get out of the van, like a shy character in a horror movie who decides to investigate the strange noises in the basement. The speed at which events unfold makes you think that all the clocks have gone crazy and decided to make us watch the round of "Who can turn into aτεραρδα (Greek for 'fatal mess') the fastest."

And then comes the ethical dilemma: "Should I help Clay while he acts out his role as a character from a low-budget horror movie?" Oh, the question! Imagine a group of people deciding whether to call an ambulance or watch an episode of a series that was canceled after the first season. After all, who doesn't want to feel the rush of chaos?

And, of course, the ultimate question: "Maybe I overdid it with the horse meat snacks at the last meal." What should have been a grand feast turns into a scene worthy of a post-apocalyptic horror movie where the main protagonist is common sense who decides to take a permanent vacation, while enjoying a veritable explosion of mayhem.

Ultimately, the message here is clear: everyone in the parking lot is like characters in a well-rehearsed play who messed up their performances. Most likely, if the real "heroes of tomorrow" don't show up soon, you'll be watching the premiere of "Pups Loose: Starting with Bane."

So let's toast to the delicious misery of being a werewolf surrounded by a spectacle of sadness, confusion, and a slice of human life mixed into the cauldron of the apocalypse. Because in the end, all that will be left is the nervous laughter that echoes as you ask yourself, "That was a really good idea, wasn't it?"