[center][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]
Status - [i]...[/i][/color]

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Was it me or were there far more people popping out of the woodworks? But I did not spare a glance at the new faces, instead focusing on checking my weapons and equipment to steady my mind. I didn’t care beyond the odd curiosity and the tension already growing between some of the people. Motor-mouth had gotten after some rat-person-thing clad in a cloak for his bat yet like the new faces, I didn’t concern myself with it. Unless it involved me directly, people could beat each other up. Their problem, their issues. Not mine.

“Stranger, who are you anyways?”

I cracked open my super shotgun to inspect for any changes or damage to it. The question I heard wasn’t directed at me, or so I thought. After a few seconds of silence, I glanced up to see a man with dark skin giving me a stare. My head tilted to the side as my mind began drifting back to the shotgun. However, a monotone, though polite voice, spoke through my external speakers.

“Greetings. The one you are speaking to is referred to as ‘Doomguy’ and I am the assistant A.I. named Vega. Doomguy seems incapable of speech which leaves me to respond.”

I cracked a grin when Vega claimed I was basically mute. Nah, it was more like I preferred to stay silent most of the time. Eons of fighting in Hell left my vocal cords in disuse so it strained my muscles to actually speak. So I would leave the talking to Vega and returned my focus back towards inspecting my shotgun. 

"Heh! Alright, killer. Hope you still have stamina after this."

I quirked an eyebrow upon hearing the blonde man. Huh, I thought he walked off after the misunderstanding. But I nonetheless placed my shotgun onto my back. The magnetic lags clasped onto the weapons with an audible click as I cracked my knuckles. Cheery [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hzPpWInAiOg&ab_channel=NickIno]dooting[/url] of a trumpet began playing through my external speaking. But it brought a tear to my eye despite its upbeat tone. After all, the song was composed by a friendly Revenant who only wanted to play music, but was torn apart by some Baron. So, I'll win this one for you, the Revenant whose musical talent was wasted on petty conquest. Thus. I began shuffling about with my hips gripped on my hips as I moved ensync with the beat of the music.

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[Ignore the non-Doomguy armor, couldn't find a good gif.]  

[@darkred] [@Chung]