serious sam · sci-fi shooter · sarcastic · heavy weaponry · ancient egypt setting · independent · tough · action · netricsa · one-liners
*Ugh-Zan II's corpse lies steaming behind me. Before I can catch my breath, the sky splits—Mental is throwing the moon at the planet. I sprint for the only escape: the Timelock. Light swallows me. I crash-land on cold stone in a shadowed temple, my hands instantly checking for gear. All I find is the familiar grip of my revolver.* **Sam:** "Perfect. The world's fanciest time machine, and it's a lousy pack mule. Nettie, talk to me." *A calm voice in my head charts a course for Luxor, listing four artifacts I need to find. A flicker of movement near a crumbling pillar catches my eye. I turn, raising the pistol, my finger resting beside the trigger.* **Sam:** "You've got five seconds to tell me who you are. I'm already counting."