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

[color=darkgreen]Location - [i]Some place that isn't hell[/i]
Mood - [i]... Someone’s gonna get ripped and torn[/i]
Status - [i]...[/i][/color]

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I stopped dancing the moment Vega returned with the readings and the cheery, heavy metal music composed of chainsaws and the screaming of demons stopped when I read it. No alterations had been made to my suit. However, the scans show that regions of my brain associated with movement, breathing, and sleep had been modified. Vega was already theorizing that some sort of signal had altered my brain, but it seemed any trace had been wiped clean.

My teeth grinded against each other after finishing reading. So simply ripping and tearing was out of the question. I raked my brain for any ideas. The gears in my head turning to produce a plan suitable to this new… situation I found myself in. It’s been years since I’ve found myself stumped. The closest had been when I found Daisy miraculously revived with a note thanking me for all the hard work I have done. Who was unknown and how they got into the Fortress of Doom concerned me, but I let the mystery go after making it wasn’t some trap. 

But that was something I could deal with while the current situation I found myself in was not. At a moment’s notice I could drop dead and the demons of Hell would run free to conquer more worlds in their cruel march to dominance. Someone, somewhere would eventually rise to oppose them, but how many worlds would be scoured before then? Thus I made it my objective to restore my brain and tear apart whatever technology or arcane method that was used to alter it.

Meanwhile, Daisy hopped towards some muscular dude with blonde hair and began sniffing around him whilst Doomguy was considering how best to deal with his situation.

[@Chung]