// so. Speaking of taking too long to reply

He steps forward, eyeing the blade in the Princess’s hand, if for but a moment. Trust isn’t an easy thing for him, after everything he’s been through, but. . They don’t seem dangerous. Here’s hoping freeing her doesn’t end up biting him in the ass. >>

He can do much more than just pry. “. . This might get a little messy.” As they step to the side, the Slayer yanks the pull-cord on the back of his shield. . . . and the saw comes to life with a mechanical roar. He gives it a couple revs, before sinking it right into the door. BRUMMZZTT!! >>

Silently, he nods back in response. The Slayer picks his helmet up and off of the floor before putting it back on. Slowly, the warrior follows behind the Princess — stopping to gather his weapons. That’s when he hears the door slam shut. Of course. . >>

temp pin until i finish chapter 3 and 4… written by Snake :)

// Eventually, I say, almost 3 weeks later I’m on vacation right now but I remembered this so. Y’know. EVENTUALLY. I have some written up already but, y’know.

What kind of monster chains a princess and leaves them to rot? The question rings through the Slayer’s head, retribution heavy on his mind. He grabs at the base and the chain linking it, pulling and pulling until— SNAP. The metal clatters to the floor as he lets go of their bindings. >>

The Slayer just shakes his head, before firmly taking hold of the chain with both hands. “No,” he replies. With a deep breath, he pulls hard, trying to break the chain from it’s place in the wall.

[ The Slayer nods in return. No one should be chained to their own fate, he thinks. ] Our paths might diverge, but. . we share the same goal in mind. Some things have to be done for the greater good.

[ At that, the Slayer looks solemn, his stance relaxing. ] . . . If that’s your only shot, then. . Make it count.

// finally getting around to this today. Probably won’t include any TDA spoilers because it’s still a pretty new game and I think people should experience it for themselves if they have the chance.

[ The Slayer’s stance is rigid. Ready to strike at a moment’s notice, yet. . ] Your fate, huh? You’re destined for *that?* Why not try to change it?

[ The Slayer squints. ] . . . I see.

He’s silent for a while, still staring at the chains. Then, his eye twitches. Something sparks inside him, and he stands back up, towering over her. “If it bleeds. . we can kill it.” The Slayer stomps his way over to the wall, where the opposite end of the chain was binded. >>

Delicate? Human lives are delicate. Demons. . . Well, nothing ever stopped me from cutting them down.

If it bleeds, we can kill it.

Mine eyes can but weep as they bear witness to the majesty... THE BFG 9000!

Welcome to the club. Wanna do something about it?

He shakes his head. “They’re monsters, that’s what they are.” The Slayer kneels, getting on the Princess’s level. He eyes the chains that bind her for a moment, before his gaze meets hers. “. . Yes.” There’s years of fury behind those words, stowed into something more. . focused. Calculated.

// “like red guys with horns and pitchforks” Man, the princess really hit the fuckin nail on the head there, LMAO Prince Ahzrak, the main villain of The Dark Ages is practically just the epitome of that

Tell your god I'm coming for them next.

Berserker pack.. gone. Feelings of invincibility.. over. Change of plans. I do need a gun. I need a big gun. I need a REALLY big gun.

TEAR... RIP AND TEAR.. RIP AND TEAR YOUR GUTS! YOU ARE HUGE! THAT MEANS YOU HAVE HUGE GUTS! RIP AND TEAR!

When she asks that question, a wave of disbelief washes over the Slayer’s expression, though it’s gone as soon as it had appeared. “. . Demons,” he says, stoic. Hell itself had crossed over, and the demon horde? Ravenous in their destruction. “. . They didn’t follow me here.”

He does as she says for now, coming closer. After all, how could she be a threat? His suit hadn’t warned him of any demonic presence. Yet. He reached up, lifting his helmet off of his head before holding it at his side. “. . . It seemed safe here. Needed a place to rest n’ reload.”

𝗡𝗲𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗻𝗼𝗿 𝗱𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹... ≫ #SMTRP #MVRP #RPSky ≪

Happiness has to be fought for.

He looks back at the stairs, expression growing wary under his helmet’s visor. The question pangs in the back of his mind. What if something gets in? Well. His hands would be more than enough to deal with it. His gaze shifts to her, then he nods. “. . . Alright.” >>

This was the last thing he’d expected, after everything he’d been through. A woman, chained and left in a basement, in a cabin in god knows where. . A painful reminder of his own imprisonment. Used as a weapon for the Maykrs. The Slayer shakes his head in response. “No.”

Empty. Just like the cabin. His flail was raised, expecting something to crawl it’s way up the stairway, with gnashing teeth and claws like blades. Like one of the beasts he’d been fighting. When he heard that voice, however, those expectations had been shattered. >>

Finally. A brief respite from the fighting. The Slayer hadn’t expected to find a cabin, though this is a welcome change. He ignores the dagger. After all, his arsenal is more than enough to handle whatever is through the door. The only way is through. He opens the door.

// Eventually I’ll write stuff for what happened to DG from between Doom 64 and the Dark Ages but right now I Really Don’t Want To so i’ll just do it later

Ketchup disaster.

> | THE STORY SO FAR. . | <

// thinking of making a thread for Flynn/Doomguy’s arsenal. Although, part of me wants to throw him further in the DOOM timeline, first. After all, this is a portrayal of the classic space marine — he’s not the Slayer. . yet.

Hmm. Somebody’s gotta update the carnage report. . seems fitting it’d be me.

The greatest defense is a good offense. That’s why everyone should have a chainsaw shield.

LAUNCH THE SLAYER.

TEAR... RIP AND TEAR.. RIP AND TEAR YOUR GUTS! YOU ARE HUGE! THAT MEANS YOU HAVE HUGE GUTS! RIP AND TEAR!

CURRENT OBJECTIVE: Punish the Guilty

Mine eyes can but weep as they bear witness to the majesty... THE BFG 9000!

RRAAAAAGGHH IT’S TIME TO GET MEDIEVAL ON THEIR ASSES