A singe man stood before a chamber filled with a nasty smelling green fluid. The man was shackled at his feet, naked with only underwear covering, he was young, and was filled with fear by the looks he gave off. Two large marines in combat armor stood behind him.
"Please step inside, sir." one of them said.
The man couldn't budge. The chamber looked like a death trap, and he was afraid to even set foot inside it. He couldn't even move his feet. They had become as heavy as lead. The chamber itself seemed to be haunting the man. He heard voices from other worlds...laughter that the insane would give off...a huge hammer as it crushes a small pebble on the ground...
Damn it, son, get in!" the marine said, shoving the man inside the chamber. The man fell in and was sealed inside as the two marines had been trained to do. He was trapped. And after they sealed him in, the fluid, that was only chest deep when sitting down, started to fill.
Panic swept over the young man. He called for help, but the marines outside were used to this sort of thing. It was normal, and they were not allowed to do anything.
The chamber finally filled, submerging the man, who now held his breath. The man hit the door with his bare fists again and again...and again...finally he felt his lungs collapse and the precious air escaped his lungs. The marines paid no attention, they had their backs turned.
He inhaled...he could breath...he felt the nasty fluid fill his lungs, but he did not choke on it! But that didn't mean he enjoyed doing this. He felt terrible. He had no control over his body. He felt his body thrashing, lurching, and constantly bashing the chamber walls.
He had no memory of his name, past, or life at all...what had happened?
He thrashed inside for about three more minutes, until finally...he calmed. He fell unconscious for about two minutes.
Those two minutes were filled with terror...no, memories...no, voices...
...once more class...two plus two is...why must you go and...mommy I got an A...when a man lies, he murders some part of the world...I love you...
Welcome to the Marines, Lars.
A voice repeated that last phrase about a dozen more times.
Is that my name? Lars? Where am I? What happened?
Those thoughts stopped, because they were answered immediatly...he didn't know how...he just knew...weird...
The chamber door was opened and Lars immediately regained consciousness. He stepped out. The other marines stepped back, grimacing at the nasty smell of the fluid, now dripping onto the floor around Lars. Some of the fluid even came out of Lars' mouth when he exhaled, his lungs getting rid of the unwanted fluid.
"The next room please." the marine said.
Lars went into the next room. The environment was completely different. It was a giant machine. Lars knew what to do. He walked forward onto a platform, which unshackled his feet. The machine roared to life, immediately putting Lars in combat armor. The armor was tall compared to any man. It was also very heavy. All this, yet it was easier to operate than a coffee machine. It wasn't long before Lars felt the machine shut down, which was the cue that Lars was now in full combat armor, and ready for action.
"All Marines, prepare for launch."
The door opened, and Lars stepped out into hell...