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[h1][color=darkgreen][b]The Doom Slayer[/b][/color][/h1][/center]

[center][color=darkgreen]Location - [i]Some place that isn't hell[/i]
Mood - [i]...[/i]
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Sudden weakness was not something I was used to. Losing feeling throughout my entire body did not panic me, however, as I plunged my hands into the head of a snarling Imp and cracked open its skull. I dropped the mangled corpse to the ground made up of gore, blood, and brimestone before turning to survey the carnage before me. Countless demonic corpses lay strewn and I cracked a smile knowing that humanity had to deal with fewer demons despite the growing weakness. It was concerning how rapidly it spread, but I stood tall even as I blacked out.

But I did not awake to demons clawing at my face nor the licking flames of Hell, but instead a… empty room. I leapt to my feet, eyes scanning the new environment for any threats. It quickly became apparent this was not an actual room, but some glass box. My hands balled into fists and I shifted into a boxing stance. My eyes did linger on the other… people that were seemingly as confused as I was. Some human, others not such as an adorable bipedal goat in a green cloth of some kind. Not as adorable as Daisy, but cute nonetheless.

I pushed that out of my mind when a woman spoke from above me. There, on top of a platform was a sharply-dressed woman who claimed a Mister Luthor would call us to see him shortly. I cracked my neck. Whomever this person was would answer for dragging me from demon killing. The slaves of Doom were unceasing in their conquest of worlds and few had the actual strength to oppose them. Others… others were too scared, wicked, or weak to fight against them. So I would have this Luthor send me back, either by his own will or by my forceful hands.

However, some motor-mouth with a bat flapped his mouth and barely a few seconds into his rant, screamed in pain and collapsed onto the ground in a twitching heap. I simply shrugged my shoulders. Was it really a surprise someone would implant something to ensure compliance? Granted, I wasn’t expecting it and it did complicated things, but my goal remained the same.

Afterwards, though, the lady remarked how we shouldn’t threaten them before walking away. I grunted in annoyance. Whatever caused the motor-mouth to spaz out needed to be removed. A pop-up notification that appeared in my HUD informed me Vega was already running a diagnostic scan to find and scrub any malware or viruses in my suit. It would take time, however, so I was stuck here unable to really do anything.

So instead of punching my way through and ending up like motor-mouth, I instead had Vega play some cheery music as I began to dance. 

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Daisy the bunny also popped her head out of the pouch she somehow manage to stuff herself in and glanced around in confusion at her new environment. 

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