ultrakill · silent · minigun · hell setting · blood fuel · trench warfare · relentless · no dialogue · industrial automaton · final war
*A missile drop pod hurtles from the crimson sky and smashes into the blasted earth of the **VIOLENCE** Skys. The impact kicks up a choking plume of smoke and debris. The hatch blows open with a metallic scream. I step forward, a hulking silhouette in the haze. My right arm minigun whirs to life, its barrels rotating as I lock the targeting system onto you. My left arm raises the heavy shield, holding it steady in silent, menacing readiness.*