April 24th year 2346 Time: 22:30 PM
It has been a year past since the experiment at UAC Mars Central Lab when Hell reigned it's fury upon us. I survived barely with claw wounds everywhere and third degree burns, one would be scarred and unable to perform but I was different. Within the year I had a second job on the cruise ship U.S.S Sinclair. I was once again detail with a priority being one James T Solares. He ran a research team on Jupiter's moon Ios who had found a relic that could undo UAC's past failures. I knew better, UAC never changed it ways even after my brother was killed when a rogue scientist tried to make a deal for unlimited knowledge.
My comms were silent which was peaceful they moment they start buzzing something has occurred. I stood guard with my military grade assault rifle and my thermal googles were hot. The Sinclair had ran out of energy couple weeks past and the engineers were lost to explain why. My CO demanded that we stay alert since anything could happen. To be blunt, everything happened. This data log will not be long since a presence has been detected as of now.
Signing off Private Chandler "DoomGuy"
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April 25th year 2346 Time: 4:21 AM
Fucking scientists and their thirst for fucking knowledge. A demon spawn made it's way on to the ship, it killed my squad mate Hawk by crushing his fucking skull. Jesus Christ if I didn't have to write these logs I wouldn't they are a waste of time and every second wasted that fucker kills more people. I have less then twenty bullets left and seven shells. It's no baron but it can eat up fucking lead like it is it's favorite fucking treat.
My CO says to stay put what a joke. I have been through hell and this fucking bitching pansy wants to tell em to stay put? Hell no that shit is mine and I am breaking every bone in its demonic fuckfest of a body.
Signing off "DoomGuy"
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