The most important invention in human history: the double barrel shotgun
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[image1]UAC MARINE MISSION JOURNAL, 02/10/2135:
Christ! Those fools at UAC have done it again. Damn it… I can’t believe they continued with that blasted teleportation research! Now I have to clean up the mess. *sighs*
Be right back.
UAC MARINE MISSION JOURNAL, 02/25/2135:
They must be kidding me…
UAC have dug their own grave now. Demons!
Yes, freaking demons. From Hell. They’re trying to overrun a base in one of these bleeding moons to get to Earth. Crap.
Oh well, at least I’ll get to play around with a gun some fool named the Big *expletive* Gun. Every knows it’s really called the… (TRANSMISSION CUT)
UAC MARINE MISSION JOURNAL, 03/11/2135:
That was fun! I kept grinning the entire time!
[image2]It’s been a while since I handled one of those new-fangled double-barrel shotguns. I know, I know, we can’t even have a stupid flashlight on a gun, but they’ve created portals to other dimensions, right? Yeah, nobody cares about weapon development nowadays. Huh? I’m getting a message…
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…looks like the devil’s really chasing our tails.
They tell me they’ve never seen something like this before. Who else is gonna blast some evil fools? Me. Well, I gotta earn my check, and my *expletive* armor, looks like. See you in a few.
UAC MARINE MISSION JOURNAL, 03/18/2135:
Hah. Didn’t take nearly as long as I thought, but man, it was actually tougher than anything I’ve faced before. Cyber-demons be damned. Maybe I’m getting too old for this *expletive*.
Nah, I doubt it.
UAC MARINE MISSION JOURNAL, 03/22/2135:
I can see things in much clearer detail now. Well, as clear as a *expletive* demon-infested base can get, anyway. My legs are a bit cramped, though, but thanks to a bit of tweaking, I can run until I’m dead.
Everything moves very fast around me… *deep breath*
UAC MARINE MISSION JOURNAL, 04/10/2135:
My mind… I think I’m losing it. *scratches head*
I keep having these dreams where I’m killing hundreds upon hundreds of clones of myself. They’re wearing the same thing I am, except in different colors.
[image3]What’s even weirder is that the dream always takes place in those stinking bases I had to clear the demons/mutants/things out of. Someone also keeps counting the amount of "frags" I get. i don’t want to shoot what looks like me, but hell, it’s fun!
UAC MARINE MISSION JOURNAL, 04/24/2135:
It’s been two weeks since my last journal…
I’ve been having the same dream over and over again, every night since then. It’s like I’m in that old holo with that old balding guy, where his day keeps repeating over and over. My head is killing me.
Maybe it’s because I keep running through tunnel after tunnel everyday, humping walls, and finding secret doors out of nowhere. Even those demons look funny now. One type of them in particular, a big floating red ball with horns, always smiles at me everytime I shoot it.
The UAC doctor told me to get some more rest and take some meds. *grumble*
Maybe I can cash in my vacation time now?
[image4]UAC MARINE MISSION JOURNAL, 05/02/2135:
I’ve filed for my leave. *exhales* Two days, my friend!
In two days, I’ll be chilling and sucking up the rays and margueritas in a little resort headed by Weyland-Yutani! What could go wrong?!
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