Each year on xmas, at midnight on the spot around castle Wolfenstein, you could hear incomprehensible screams coming from the nearest castle sewers. It was also said that on the very rarely on the most bitter-cold nights the loud "IT'S GREEN AND PISSED" were echoing through the night, sending a chill done the spine of every soldier. (Translations of old folklore make it often sound more cute and innocent than they were. The actual words could have been also: "IT'S GREEN AND SLIMED" or "IT'S TEEN AND GRIMED".)
Once upon a time, on a dark and snowy night, far away in a distant castle covered in snow, there was a grumpy, little BJ rotting a in a prison cell. Always sitting all by himself in his lonely prison cell, working on plans on how to troll the soldiers around him. The BJ was a really mischievous fellow and despised festival activities around the German prison camps, especially christmas and the joy it brought to the evil Germans.
Some enemies die without doing anything and they don't drop ammo, and I haven't found any pickups too.