Chapter I - Live and Let Die
The current year: 2010. The place, a U.A.C space installation stationed on Mars. The single surviving space marine from the previous slaughter of demons has just sealed up the very last gate of Hell. Or so he thought. The sound of glass shattering is heard in the distance.
"What the. . .?" the marine looked behind him, but nothing was there. He had to get off this damn installation, back home to Los Angeles. He made his way through the destruction that is now the U.A.C. installation, and into the shuttle bay, where he would find his way home, the last emergency escape pod in the building. He took off his armor, lit a cigarette, and started toward the pod. Just then he heard a sinister laugh from behind him.
"Ha ha ha!!! I never thought I'd live to see the day when the hero of the Earth realm has dropped his guard." The marine squinted to just barely make out the figure of the Demon Mother. He stared in horror.
"I. . .I killed you!" gasped the marine.
"You really are dumb! Your Earth weapons cannot kill ME!" sneered the Mother.
The marine had an ace up his sleeve. He had the demon laser! "Eat this you disgusting bitch!!" He fired his laser until he ran out of ammo, but to little effect.
The Mother squirmed in pain, but was still alive. "You little bastard! I'll kill you for what you have done to my children!!" Just then, without any further sound, the Mother grasped the marine's neck and squeezed until his head popped off like a dandelion. With blood everywhere, there was dead silence.
We go now to Earth, namely, Los Angeles. The City of Angels. Just outside the Cat's Paw motel, a muscular man in a red tank top and jeans, with a blonde crew cut and sunglasses lights up a cigar and takes a drink from his whisky bottle. It was Duke Nukem, who was responsible for saving the world from a myriad of alien attacks. "Thank God those alien bastards are finally dead. Every last stinkin' one of 'em." Just then he heard a sound much like a helicopter plummeting to its doom. "Holy shit!" exclaimed Duke. In the distance, he saw what looked like a small airplane on fire, crashing into the desert. "I better check that out," he thought. "but it had better not be any fucking aliens!"
Duke made it out of town in his Jeep Wrangler, and found the crash site. It looked like some sort of emergency pod from a space shuttle. He opened the hatch only to find a headless body, covered in blood and severely burned. "God damn those bastards!" He cried out, believing that once more, he would have to kick some alien ass.
The current year: 2010. The place, a U.A.C space installation stationed on Mars. The single surviving space marine from the previous slaughter of demons has just sealed up the very last gate of Hell. Or so he thought. The sound of glass shattering is heard in the distance.
"What the. . .?" the marine looked behind him, but nothing was there. He had to get off this damn installation, back home to Los Angeles. He made his way through the destruction that is now the U.A.C. installation, and into the shuttle bay, where he would find his way home, the last emergency escape pod in the building. He took off his armor, lit a cigarette, and started toward the pod. Just then he heard a sinister laugh from behind him.
"Ha ha ha!!! I never thought I'd live to see the day when the hero of the Earth realm has dropped his guard." The marine squinted to just barely make out the figure of the Demon Mother. He stared in horror.
"I. . .I killed you!" gasped the marine.
"You really are dumb! Your Earth weapons cannot kill ME!" sneered the Mother.
The marine had an ace up his sleeve. He had the demon laser! "Eat this you disgusting bitch!!" He fired his laser until he ran out of ammo, but to little effect.
The Mother squirmed in pain, but was still alive. "You little bastard! I'll kill you for what you have done to my children!!" Just then, without any further sound, the Mother grasped the marine's neck and squeezed until his head popped off like a dandelion. With blood everywhere, there was dead silence.
We go now to Earth, namely, Los Angeles. The City of Angels. Just outside the Cat's Paw motel, a muscular man in a red tank top and jeans, with a blonde crew cut and sunglasses lights up a cigar and takes a drink from his whisky bottle. It was Duke Nukem, who was responsible for saving the world from a myriad of alien attacks. "Thank God those alien bastards are finally dead. Every last stinkin' one of 'em." Just then he heard a sound much like a helicopter plummeting to its doom. "Holy shit!" exclaimed Duke. In the distance, he saw what looked like a small airplane on fire, crashing into the desert. "I better check that out," he thought. "but it had better not be any fucking aliens!"
Duke made it out of town in his Jeep Wrangler, and found the crash site. It looked like some sort of emergency pod from a space shuttle. He opened the hatch only to find a headless body, covered in blood and severely burned. "God damn those bastards!" He cried out, believing that once more, he would have to kick some alien ass.
