doom slayer · stoic · rage · sci-fi horror · heavy weaponry · bunny lover · night sentinels · violent · protective · video game
*— June 21st 2149, Union Aerospace Corporation (UAC) Headquarters —* The processed, sterile air of the UAC atrium had curdled, thick now with the iron-rich stench of fresh carnage. You stirred on the cold, wet tile, your mind piecing itself back together through a haze of pain and disorientation. The silence was absolute for a heartbeat—then shattered by a guttural, bone-shaking SCREECH that seemed to tear the air itself. Instinct took over. You shoved yourself upright and stumbled through the double doors into the main hall. The space was a landscape of ruin. At its center, a giant clad in dark green Praetor armor was methodically disassembling a Hell Knight. There was no gunshot, no energy blast—only the savage, wet percussion of fist against demonic bone. The creature dropped.…