Jerl !Qj7OhFhEyA 2008/06/25 (Wed) 02:36 No. 2437 You wipe sweat off of your forehead. Killing demons is hard work. But someone's got to do it. And it's not like there's anyone else around here. At least it's safe in this room.
But there's also nowhere else to go. You could try and backtrack to the surface, but you'd rather be inside a small, closed room than the surface of hell. You may starve to death here, but that's got to be better than being ripped apart by a baron.
You sit down, leaning against a wall adjacent to the door so that if it suddenly opens you won't fall into the mouth of one of those flying heads.
Ah, it feels good to relax after spending so long fighting. You've been fighting for your life since you stepped into that hangar. Thinking back on it, you should have tried to pilot that shuttle off of the moon. It would be better than fighting you way through TWO moon bases filled with demons, AND hell its self.
Heh. You don't even know if there would be any one left on Mars. The demons could have gotten there as well.
Well, you've thought enough for now. Staying put for too long means certain death. The demons will come, and they will tear the door down. There's no stopping them then.
Just as you're about to get up to open the door, you notice the teleporter sitting across from it. You have no idea how you didn't notice it before. You must be exhausted. But taking a nap is one of the stupidest things you've done during this whole thing. Last time you did it, you barely woke up quick enough to avoid the fireball flying straight for your face. It's a damn good thing these demons are stupid enough to wake you up with a cry. In any case, it saved your life.
You're thinking too much again.
"Ugh."
You grunt as you lift yourself off of the floor. This whole hell thing is really tiring.
Might as well go forward, then.
You step into the teleporter.
You hear the familliar ringing in your ears as you wake up on the floor in the middle of another small room. You're glad that the teleporter only momentarily knocks you out, otherwise you'd be demon food.
You sit up and pull your backpack off of your back and examine it. You've got plenty of bullets, an acceptable supply of shotgun shells, and a whole 100 of these awesome C-cell sized rockets. You don't happen to have one of the rocket launchers on your person though. You find yourself to be completely out of energy cells. You probably shouldn't have jumped the gun with the BFG earlier.
Seeing as you're currently limited to the chainsaw, the pistol, the chaingun, and the shotgun, you decide the shotgun would be the best weapon to carry. If you're going through tight hallways, like always seems to happen, a scattergun is the best weapon to have. And the shotgun's not let you down yet.
You stand up and unsling the shotgun from your back. You walk up to the door in the room, and open it. YOu find yourself staring down a hallway lined with technologic equipment. You have no idea what any of it does, only that seeing it in hell is a bad sign. You briefly think back to fighting that living dumptruck with a rocketlauncher arm. A shiver runs down your spine.
Well, enough of that. Best course of action would be to continue down through the hallway.
Reaching the end of the hallway, you stare out on a large field. In the middle is a small bu-hey that's a rocketlauncher! You step forward and pick it up.
Lucky timing, leaning over makes the lighting ball pass right over your head. If you'd ducked a moment later, you'd be fried.
You quickly pick it up and scan the area for the damned cacodemon that did this. You see it off in the distance, as well as one of those damned barons. These demons are starting to get on your nerves.
Heh, you must have been knocked out for longer than you thought. You're full of energy now.
In any case, you've got demons to kill.
You decide that the baron is the biggest threat. You take up aim and fire five rockets straight at his belly. They connect and turn him into a lifeless pulp.
Wait, what was that noise? You swear you heard a high pitched noise coming from your right.
Fuck it all, you're in hell. It must be finally getting to you. You take up aim and squash that damned pumpkin.
Then you hear it.
The sound of metal hitting the ground. The whine of the moving legs. You don't know that it's from legs yet, of course. You only find this out when the giant mechanical spider moves into view. It stops moving and lowers slightly. What the hell is it-OH GOD THAT'S A CHAIN SHOTGUN.
You quickly bolt back far enough that it can't shoot you. Holy fuck, that's a huge spider.
You stay there for a bit. The sound of its legs is torturing you.
Then another of those damned pumpkins decides to spoil your fun.
You fire upon it, turning it into a pulp fitting of being put in a pie.
These pumpkins piss you off.
Well, now that it's dead, you have some time to think. What are you going to do now? That thing's huge. But it's mechanical, so it doesn't have huge guts.
Man, now's not the time to think about ripping and tearing! You've got to figure out how to kill that thing.
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You've got nothing. Absolutely nothing. The best thing you can think of is just rush forward at it. But that's a fucking stupid idea and you know it.
Well, might as well get this over with. Stupid idea or not, staying here you'll eventually get killed by something else anyway when you run out of ammo.
You dash to the end of the hall. You stop yourself when you realize that you can circle the perimeter of the area on a raised area. Like an arena, but there are no seats. You guess that demons don't care enough to sit while watching people get ripped apart by chain-shotguns.
In any case, you run. As fast as you can. You notice that the whole area takes the form of a large pointy X and a square part in the middle. You continue running, occasionally ducking to pick up rockets and energy cells conveniently left on the ground. You smash a couple more pumpkins as you're going, but that's all routine.
Killing demons is routine to you now.
YOu snap out of that thought as the giant spider comes into view.
"FUUUUUUUUCK" you exclaim as you start running again. You find yourself out of its sight once again, and count the cells you currently have.
Hmm, seems you have enough for three BFG shots. You hope that's enough to kill this thing.
Right, now's the time to act. You move forward towards your goal. It's in your sight. Luckily you're not in its sight yet. You're at a close enough range that if you keep strafing, it won't be able to get a good aim on you. you hope none of its shots hit.
You raise the BFG and pull the trigger. A massive ball of green energy comes forth, and you almost get knocked down by the blast. You've used it enough by now to know how to avoid this fate, though. You take aim again and pull the trigger. It turns towards you. But you're not going to give it any time to shoot. You pull the trigger the one last final time. It connects. You almost think you're fucked when it makes another screeching noise, then realize how wrong that assumption is when it falls over and the giant brain on the top turns to mush. Heh, you never noticed that part until now.
In any case, you're in a large area currently devoid of demons. You take a moment to lay on your back. You don't care if a cyberdemon decides to wake you up at this point. You drift off to sleep.