Somebodyreallylikeswritinginthisgame, a landscapeofcraginspiresFordfrom, umbreakable.
Blackstone, temperedbythecrashingwaysofmagmatictiedthessulfuricplainsofhellhavelongservedasvanishinggrounds a placeofexodustowhichthedamnedaresentencedastheirfinaldestination.
But I have a feeling I'm gonnaget a B f G soon, so I'm gonnaholdoffmypoints.
Youwastingammo?
Butshe's justsoannoying.
Howsorry.
I don't care.
I'm gonnastayherealldaylisteningtothis.
Holyfuck.
Thisgameisfuckingawesome.
Oh, I getgoosebumps, man.
Okay, I needsixmoreofthose.
Oh, whataboutmy B f d?
Wow, bitch.
What's up?
Whatsoundplayingaround?
I got a bigass.
No.
Courseyouare.
Okay.
I have a littlehelp.
Don't ask.
Oh, mygods!
Games!
Amends.
Game's awesome.
WhowouldwinthedemonspawnofhellOroneangryboy I knowwhowouldfuckingwinin a heartbeat.
I missthat.
It's likeallmyaimissoonpointformostofthis.
Andthen I missedoneoftheeasiershotsinthewholething.
I wantammo.
I wanthealth.
I wantyoutodie.
Okay?
I need a bloodpointsforhim.
Arewegettingcloseto a bloodypulp?
I wouldreallylikeoneWhat?
Therewego.
Yes, becausenowwait.
I can't shootoffhisguns, though.
Kind.
What's up?
Comehere, youbiggreenbitch.
I can't shootoffgunswhenhe's likethis.
Youarefiring.
That's going a lot.
I didn't haveany.
Actually.
That's good.
I likethat.
Thankyouverymuch, Lee.
What's up?
T?
Givemethemtoes.
Okay.
I thoughtyoucandown a lotthere.
What's up?
Runawayallyoulike, prettylittleboy.
But I willfollowyouintothedepthsofyourdarkestmind.
Insufficientfuel.
I wantedtosawyouinhalfformuch.
Thebitscomeout.
I don't know.
I'm tooangrytodie.
Tooangry.
Tooangry.
MyGod, haven't beenthispumpedplaying a videogameinsuch a longtime.
Thisiswhatweneeditinthistimeofinthistimeofselfisolationandcoronavirusesandsocialdistancingdowillbringustogetherin a fieryhellScapeoffdeathanddestruction.
No, I'm justrealizingnowthat I'vebeencollectingbatteriesand I don't knowif I'm actuallyusingthemonmyway.
Uh, we'reAretherebatterieshere?
Littlebatteriesincertainboundariesintosocketswithinthefortunesofdoingtounlockitemsandpowerofpartsoftheforces I havebeendoinghaveknownthateven a littlebit.
Howmanyfuckingbatterieshaveninebatteries?
I havebeendoingthatand I'm stillkickingout, So I'm notevenplayingthegameproperly.
Getout.
Okay.
Don't getupthere.
I see.
Okay.
Canyoucomebackthere?
Thankyou.
Thankyou.
Knowlovely.
A lovelydayfor a swellboy.
Getupthere.
Oh, wait.
Okay, I gotit.
I gotit.
I'madoit.
I'madoit, gang.
That's gonnagoup.
Then I'm gonnagoupthenthat's gonnagodownandthen I shootshrewishacross.
It's simplemath.
Really?
See, I'm sorry.
Thankyou.
What a pancake.
Appreciateit.
Whoa!
Nicealreadyconnects.
WegottawaitfortoshowupFirefighters.
Nice.
The B f G 10,000.
Lookatthatbadboy.
I knewtheotherthinginspaceLookedlike a gunbefore.
Thisoneliterallyisoriginallyestablishedas a miningandcommunicationrelay.
TheUSAOutpostonPhobosbeganimmediateexpansionfollowingthedestructionoftheurgentfacilityonMarsUSCBoardofDirectorsIntendantretainingtheirmonopolyoftheRedPlanetanditssurroundingairspaceissuedtheconstructionoftenexpansivedefenseplatformusingtechnologyderivedforthe B f.
G 9000.
Thedesignplancalledfor a massiveparticlecannontobebuiltontheorbitingmoontobeifhe 10,000 Thelargestmanmadeweaponplatformeverconceivedwheels.
Enoughfirepowertodefendagainsteventhemostsophisticatedofcapitalgrade F T l cruisersinexistenceoragainsttheeventualpotentialityoff a spacebounddemonicthreat.
Potentiality.
Isthat a word?
Areyoumakingupwordsforthisgame?
I gothim.
Oh, I knowhim.
Oops.
Evenjusthittingitwiththegrenadedamage.
Shedidn't evenneedtoexplode.
Wait, that's partofmycharges.
Yeah, I did.
Twoalready 40 demonswith a verybiggun.
Okay, I'm gonnahavetowaittosee, butBooker.
Allright?
We'regood.
I'm serious.
Scareme.
I'd liketoseehimtry.
Brookebruh.
I loatheenergysources.
It's a Spacecorps.
GetoffmyfuckingNo.
Hell, yeah.
Oh, letmedoitthistime.
Please.
You'renotgonnaletyoudoitliterallypunching a holeinmarriage.
I amsoangrythat I'vehijackedgoingtoepunch a holein a planetSurfacesafetyprotocols.
Whyequals?
Yes.
Oh, myGod!
Holybug!
Youshouldmoveahead.
Wait, wait!
I literallyjustripoutthesourceoffthatgiantcannon.
And I'm nowieldingit.
Handheldasthe B f G 10,000 Holytitsontoast.
3 59 thousandscapableofkillingmostdemonswith a singleshotPrismouse.
ThefallencityofherBethisonesuchtale, allbutforgottentothetonesofLegacy's passedone, once a prosperousportcity.
A proud, gleamingmarkeroffconquestforthedistanttribeofBeefyinorBethIanClansmanoftheOuterWorldshaveBethbridgedthedisparatesentinelcitieswiththeingeniousdesignofSlipGateinvention, Butitwasnotmeanttolast.
AndamongthosecitieslostintheCrusadesofSentinelpastwasherBeth, nowlittlemorethan a smolderingruinsswallowedbythequakingsurfaceof a oncehabitablemirrors.
Thosewhosucceededweregiven a placetofightinthefrontlinesoftheSentinelArmytodieinservicetoArgentineorthistraditionaluseofthearenahassubsidedsincetheassimilationwiththedark.
GoddamnauthorizationfromLeaguer A soldhergenteinthetimeofKingNovickastheArgentissecuredpeaceandsafetythroughdimensionsacrosstimeandspaceandOutlandercametous.
Hewasnotofourworldandspokenuglytoneprobably, youknow, probablyhad a Scottishaccent, youknow, 30 bastardshowhefirsttookstepuponourlandsisunknown.
SentinelscoutshadfoundtheOutlanderbloodiedClaudeandneardeath, mumblingof a pendingdoomandtheforcesofdarkness.