Option 1: Let the can drip-drip away and get out of the sun which already made your back red and painful.

From Create Your Own Story

You decide to let it drip away as you felt that you'd get skin cancer if you stayed out here any longer. You picked your shirt off the ground, surprised that it wasn't on fire or at least smoking. You walked off towards the tent, soon forgetting about the leaky jerrycan.

You walk into the tent where the rest of your crew was. You saw them sitting around a table with crew members from other tanks. You saw your commander Kaleb Strassmann sitting with the loader Benedikt, who was also his brother. There were other commanders there as well, but nothing too special.

That is until you saw Wolfhard Kottmann. He was the commander of this current division, an Oberst. He was the commander of one of three Tigers, and a good friend with Kaleb. He noticed you and smiled warmly, waving you over. The rest of the group continued to talk amongst themselves over beverages and food. You wouldn't lie, you were a bit nervous. Anyone would be if the Oberst called them over, in any situation.

He pulled a seat out from under the table and gestured to it. You sat in it, keeping your red-hot back off the chair's backpiece. Wolfhard turned his seat to face you and sat up, looking at you with a warm smile and a calm face.

"Guten tag. Drink?" He offered you what seemed to be water. You nodded and drank it, trying to savour it due to your dry mouth. "So I was talking with your commander, and he's been saying good things about you, mainly on your accuracy. I just wanted to personally congratulate you. And also give you an offer."

First you were flattered, but now you're just shocked. And offer from the Oberst? What could it be? You decided to listen intently to see what he has to say.

"My own gunner is currently in the infirmary due to some wounds, and the doctors say that he'll be there for a while. So I wanted to ask you...did you want to be his replacement? It will be temporary, but you'll get some good action, I can tell you that much."

Now you were really shocked. Gunner of a Tiger? With the Oberst's crew? You never thought of being in this current position. Before you could respond, a soldier burst into the tent as sudden explosions and gunfire ensued.

"Sir, we're under attack! It's the British!" He yelled, before running back out of the tent. You, the Oberst and the others rushed out of the tent, entering what could be put as utter madness. Explosions were going off everywhere, people were running around in confusion, getting shot down, and even worse, there seemed to be very small dots in the sky off in the distance. Planes.

Someone ran past you, doused in fire. He screamed and flailed about, heading towards the waterpool that was past the jerrycan dump. He ran dangerously close to the dump, and you saw something on the sand flicker with flame. You froze in fear. The fuel from that leaky jerrycan was set alight. You ran towards it to try stop it, but by the time you got there, the whole dump exploded as the fire ignited the fuel in the leaky jerrycan.

You saw nothing but red and yellow. You felt yourself get lifted off the ground and sent back from the shockwave. You were deaf from the sound of all the fuel igniting. You flew for a while, before you felt something hard smack onto your back. There was a loud crack, searing pain through your spine, then nothing.

Funny thing is, what just broke your spine and sealed your death was the Oberst's own Vehicle. The Tiger that you could've just been the gunner of.

Well, life and death can be a funny thing sometimes. Bad luck!