You're sitting at home, watching repeats of soap operas. When suddenly, you hear a roar down the street. Only it isn't a roar, it's a growl, a loud V12 growl that can be heard for miles around. You panic, grab your family, and go into the panic room to cower in fear, but it's too late, for the thunderous beast destroyed half your neighborhood and killed all your neighbors. Before you know it, you're face to face with the monstrous beast of iron and diesel fuel. Before you can say anything, it makes it's tire mark on your dead body and leaves. It's name? THE CUNTINATOR.