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Metal buckled and wood splintered as hammers smashed into the gate, the frame caving inward with each swing. Hammer squad worked at a fever pitch, getting into their rhythm as they chipped away at the enemy fortification. The rest of the Doom’s Marines weathered the enemy fire, myself included as I mixed between suppressing the defenders manning the walls and the freaks attacking us directly. It seemed that bursting through was would be paid dearly in the dead, but as I turned another demonic clown to hamburger something ticked at the back of my mind. The guns went silent over head, and I glanced above us to see a sight that brought tears rolling down my cheeks. The Coming Storm’s flag flew over the walls of the unholy battlements, joy and pride filling my soul as Zenitsu and his men took the fight so close. My smile spread from ear to ear, and vigor filled my body.
“The Coming Storm just got in!” I shouted out, punctuated as a blast of my shotgun into the neck of some twisted monster. “Are you going to let them have all the fun, soldiers?”
“Sir, no sir!” I heard back in a synchronous roar, and Doom’s Marines crushed the remaining enemies against their own walls in a wave of rebounded fury. Hammer squad struck with a new force, and after one last shudder the great gate collapsed inwards to rattle a death throes that echoed across the theme park..
A new set of monsters rushed in from the edge of their eldritch attractions, only for them to find that Hammer Squad were not mere breakers of fortifications! Broken skulls were left as the first stepping stones as Hell’s Diver swarmed through the gate like a flood.
I won’t lie, it was fun to be on the other side of that equation for once.
The streets of the theme park were no better than it’s abominable exterior: torn and worn canvas draped loosely over rusted frames for the shop, the products twisted versions of themselves. The attractions seemed even deadlier than their mundane equivalent, traps sucking in the unsuspecting to violently bloody deaths. Caboose nearly got us killed on one as we found ourselves trapped on the marry-go-round of hell, clown monsters coming in while we were struggling to even stand upright. My shotgun clipped one lion headed monster armed with a whip, and I moved back to keep away from his counter attack before accidentally slammed into my blue armored companion.
"Watch where you're going!" I shout on reflex, but I was barking up the wrong tree. I couldn't even tell if Caboose even knew where he was.
"Wait hold on, I'll help!" He shouts, and I duck immediately as his assault rifle sweeps bullets over my head, knocking a few of the monsters away from the shots.
"Caboose, I swear to god- wait hold up-" I took a second to figure how and pointed to the remaining enemies "Hey Caboose, they need some help!"
"Gasp! I'm coming!" He shouts with gusto, and tackles through them like a wrecking ball. I bolted over to the center of the hell ride while the distraction wades into combat, avoiding a near miss as one of the ponies almost bites my leg off, and I drove my spinning chainsaw into the controls. Wiring pulled across the teeth, and the ride laid dead to slow to a stop.
"Are you done helping, Private Caboose?" I ask aloud, looking back to my soldier as he stands there, holding a suffocated monster in a hug.
"They're sleeping so well" He says as he drops the corpse. I leave it at that, and drag him over to Hammer squad to look after him as I retook command.
The defenders held us back with weapons galore, much of the Doom's Marines pinned down. The worse was at the end of the street, a shooting gallery with a Lewis gun stood on the stall with it’s gunner equipped with one of those spiked German helmets. The hat was ridiculous, but was still an effective machine gun as I was penned down behind a dunk tank full of piranhas.
“Alright, we’re pinned, where’s our best bet from here?” I observed and looked around for any answer, blind firing over the side of my cover to at least keep the Unmade from advancing.
“Three close buy options: the hall of mirrors, the freak show, or what looks like the food preparation.” A scout told me, his sniper rifle ringing out before dropping back into concealment.
“Those are literally the worst options.” I shot those down. The first two were just simply asking to run face to face with the worst things imaginable, and I had no intention of finding out what the corn dogs here were made of. “Give me a second.”
I bolt out of cover, the Lewis gun following my steps to fill me full of lead, a few scrapping over the top of my shoulder. I vault over one of the game stalls, heavy boot kicking into the attendant trying to kill me with a baseball bat. He tumbles backwards over the table, knocking over the pyramid stack of milk bottles, before I reach over and crush his head with a stomp.
“I never did win these” I commented to myself as I dead body and chucked the thing into the opening. The Lewis gun shot it out of the air in reaction, and I took that opportunity to lean out and unleash a hail of lead on the heavy weapon with the chaingun. The shooting gallery was in tatters when I was done, and I waved the rest of my group forward.
The Haunted House at the center of the base was close at hand, and I wasn’t about to be afraid of a fucking kid’s ride, no matter how corrupted it was.
“The Coming Storm just got in!” I shouted out, punctuated as a blast of my shotgun into the neck of some twisted monster. “Are you going to let them have all the fun, soldiers?”
“Sir, no sir!” I heard back in a synchronous roar, and Doom’s Marines crushed the remaining enemies against their own walls in a wave of rebounded fury. Hammer squad struck with a new force, and after one last shudder the great gate collapsed inwards to rattle a death throes that echoed across the theme park..
A new set of monsters rushed in from the edge of their eldritch attractions, only for them to find that Hammer Squad were not mere breakers of fortifications! Broken skulls were left as the first stepping stones as Hell’s Diver swarmed through the gate like a flood.
I won’t lie, it was fun to be on the other side of that equation for once.
The streets of the theme park were no better than it’s abominable exterior: torn and worn canvas draped loosely over rusted frames for the shop, the products twisted versions of themselves. The attractions seemed even deadlier than their mundane equivalent, traps sucking in the unsuspecting to violently bloody deaths. Caboose nearly got us killed on one as we found ourselves trapped on the marry-go-round of hell, clown monsters coming in while we were struggling to even stand upright. My shotgun clipped one lion headed monster armed with a whip, and I moved back to keep away from his counter attack before accidentally slammed into my blue armored companion.
"Watch where you're going!" I shout on reflex, but I was barking up the wrong tree. I couldn't even tell if Caboose even knew where he was.
"Wait hold on, I'll help!" He shouts, and I duck immediately as his assault rifle sweeps bullets over my head, knocking a few of the monsters away from the shots.
"Caboose, I swear to god- wait hold up-" I took a second to figure how and pointed to the remaining enemies "Hey Caboose, they need some help!"
"Gasp! I'm coming!" He shouts with gusto, and tackles through them like a wrecking ball. I bolted over to the center of the hell ride while the distraction wades into combat, avoiding a near miss as one of the ponies almost bites my leg off, and I drove my spinning chainsaw into the controls. Wiring pulled across the teeth, and the ride laid dead to slow to a stop.
"Are you done helping, Private Caboose?" I ask aloud, looking back to my soldier as he stands there, holding a suffocated monster in a hug.
"They're sleeping so well" He says as he drops the corpse. I leave it at that, and drag him over to Hammer squad to look after him as I retook command.
The defenders held us back with weapons galore, much of the Doom's Marines pinned down. The worse was at the end of the street, a shooting gallery with a Lewis gun stood on the stall with it’s gunner equipped with one of those spiked German helmets. The hat was ridiculous, but was still an effective machine gun as I was penned down behind a dunk tank full of piranhas.
“Alright, we’re pinned, where’s our best bet from here?” I observed and looked around for any answer, blind firing over the side of my cover to at least keep the Unmade from advancing.
“Three close buy options: the hall of mirrors, the freak show, or what looks like the food preparation.” A scout told me, his sniper rifle ringing out before dropping back into concealment.
“Those are literally the worst options.” I shot those down. The first two were just simply asking to run face to face with the worst things imaginable, and I had no intention of finding out what the corn dogs here were made of. “Give me a second.”
I bolt out of cover, the Lewis gun following my steps to fill me full of lead, a few scrapping over the top of my shoulder. I vault over one of the game stalls, heavy boot kicking into the attendant trying to kill me with a baseball bat. He tumbles backwards over the table, knocking over the pyramid stack of milk bottles, before I reach over and crush his head with a stomp.
“I never did win these” I commented to myself as I dead body and chucked the thing into the opening. The Lewis gun shot it out of the air in reaction, and I took that opportunity to lean out and unleash a hail of lead on the heavy weapon with the chaingun. The shooting gallery was in tatters when I was done, and I waved the rest of my group forward.
The Haunted House at the center of the base was close at hand, and I wasn’t about to be afraid of a fucking kid’s ride, no matter how corrupted it was.