You find yourself on the Moon in a downed flying saucer wearing a cracked space-suit helmet, under the watchful eye of Obergruppenführer Gruber of the Fourth Reich. One thing is certain: you don't belong here.
You find yourself on the Moon in a downed flying saucer wearing a cracked space-suit helmet, under the watchful eye of Obergruppenführer Gruber of the Fourth Reich. One thing is certain: you don't belong here.
