It was a cool night outside of the safety of Wall Rose. Camp had been setup and patrols were being made to make sure no titans made it close to the Scouts. Lt. Sgt. Shaggy was asleep under a single blanket on one of the supply carts, a bottle of wine with nary a drop of the red spirit left.

Suddenly a shout came out and everyone was roused from slumber and put on alert and ready to leave at a moment's notice. An aberration came running into the middle of the sleep formation, intent seemingly to destroy the scout's supplies. Lt. Sgt. Shaggy was first to start running to take out the titan before all the supplies they had were scattered and destroyed. A couple of stumbles, a bit of vomit, and a barely killing blow later, he was on the ground again, leaning over and throwing up some more of what contents he had in his stomach.

His commanding officer, a rather dull man in public, came up to him and said, "Congratulations on slaying that titan, but, next time, let someone sober use the 3D gear. You obviously can't take the motion while drunk. No go put on some damn pants."