Hey this is some personal stuff. You can skip over it if you want.
So yeah I know it's been a while since I've updated this. I've been dealing with some shit. Had to get over a lot of fucking shit… Yeah. So before I continue I feel like telling you guys why I love video games and I will always be a gamer. May I be 18 or 80. I will be a gamer. Wealthy or broke. I want my kids and grandkids to love Video Games. For they are a part of me. Okay.
The first game station I ever had was a PS2. The game I played on it was the Starwars battlefront 2. I played that all the time with my brother. After that was the Wii. On my twelfth birthday I gathered up all the games me and my brother no longer played together and I turned them in and got an Xbox 360. With it came with Halo ODST. Yes. The first, first person shooter I ever played was a Halo game. Me and my brother played the shit out of it. I still love the game even though it isn't as good as most Halo games. Thanks to that game I got into action games. I played anything that was like that. Every major tittle I played. As a way to escape the world I suppose. I never played any of the doom games though sadly.
But one game series did something for me. I was a depressed person, and I still battle with depression to this day. I wanted to kill myself. I truly deeply wanted to kill myself. But then there was one game series that made sure I didn't. That being Dark Souls. A game that wouldn't let you give up. You could get angry, you could break your controller, you could cry, but it wouldn't let you go. You would always revive. You would always throw yourself back at the boss or area over and over again. Something making sure you didn't give up. I began to search for why I wanted to keep going on. I fell into the lore. I fell into the gameplay. I learned every little trick I could do to survive. To beat that game.
I wasn't going to let a fucking game beat me.
I wasn't going to let my own fucking brain make me kill myself.
I fell in love with that series. When I turn 18 I'm going to get a Dark Souls Tattoo. Thanks to that game I fell in love with Berserk and similar Manga series. Which let me admire all the badass video game characters there were. Dante, Marcus Fenix, Ryu Hayabusa, Sam fisher, Snake, John Marston, Commander Shepard, The Grey Warden, "B.J." Blazkowicz. Master Chief and DoomGuy.
They taught me not to give a fuck about the small stuff. The taught me to be stronger than whatever bullshit the world throws at you. That is why I am a Gamer. Because I don't give up. Because those lives, the lives that the rest of the world will never understand, are a part of ours.
We are Gamers. Game Overs do not mean the end. It means to get the fuck back off the ground and kick whose ever ass knocked you down. Thank you and Enjoy my story.
Blue team gathered around the final destroyed Scarab in which the Doomslayer had destroyed and it was now smoking as its engine was destroyed and the legs gave out. The hatch in the front of the broken Scarab was lowered and the DoomSlayer walked down the broken ramp with his assault riffle primed and ready as the corpses of different covenant soldiers littered the ground in front of the entrance.
"Must have seen the Scarabs going down and headed in to assist." Linda observed while nudging one of the corpses.
"Yeah. But why his?" Fredrick inquired. "I'm gonna scan the databanks of this one as well. Good work big guy." Fredrick said as he passed the Doomslayer with a quick pat to his shoulder. DoomSlayer stared at Master Chief who just shrugged.
Fredrick stepped over the corpses of the grunted and felt his foot shove something off to the side. He looked down and found the handle of a plasma sword along with the hand of an elite. His eyes scanned the floor and found pieces of an Elite's breastplate scattered across the floor. Almost as if they had been ripped apart by a monster. A splatter of blood was also with them. Further up he saw a leg of an elite as it was cut off from the body, a line of blood going up to the body of an elite as it pressed its remaining hand to a comm device as there was almost a line of missing flesh from its shoulder to the small of its back. Blood splattered and pooled all around its body. The expression on its face being that of fear. So clear of an expression that even its alien features seemed to be surpassed by the truly deep amount of fear on its face.
Fredrick walked off to the side to one of the monitors and activated it. As the information downloaded itself onto the drive he plugged in, he opened a separate window. He turned on the video feed of the single camera inside of that control room.
"A fucking chainsaw?" Fredrick exclaimed to himself.
He watched as the DoomSlayer dashed into the elite with a lowered chainsaw before raising it up to cut off the hand that wielded the Plasma sword that clattered to the ground. As he raised the chainsaw he swung it down diagonally into the elite's chest and cut through the breastplate and chest as the elite screamed from the loss of its hand. The elite stumbled back and the Doomslayer brought back his chainsaw to cut off its leg. At this moment the elite began to crawl towards the comm device to call for help. Only then its shields coming up as it slowly crawled toward the comm device. As he did the Doomslayer just watched, and for the first time that Fredrick knew of, walked slowly behind it.
The elite reached the comms and said some things into it that was alien. The Doomslayer pressed the end of the spinning chain to the small of the elites back and began to push. The silent friction as it battled the shields for a moment before plunging into the elites back. It went through the entirety of the body. The colon being torn and ripped out of the body as it moved with the chain of the saw. Slowly the Doomslayer dragged the chainsaw blade up through the elite's body. As it screamed and cried out into the comms. Letting every covenant squad in a 100,000 miles know his pain. Before the blade tore out of the elite's right shoulder and the elite cried out of pain and fear as his heart was on the other side.
For several seconds he was alive. He was left in that state as the Doomslayer just dropped his chainsaw into his warp pack and pulled out an assault rifle and examined it for a moment before walking towards the engine. Only after the Doomslayer left the shot did the Elite finally die.
Fredrick turned away from the screen and at the Elite as he pulled out the drive. He walked back to the lowered ramp.
"All good?" Kelly asked. At his return the Doomslayer pushed himself off the wall of where he was leaning on. Fredrick then punched him across the face. The DoomSlayer recoiled back for a moment and stumbled back into the wall for a moment before looking back up at Fredrick.
"I don't give a fuck. What your deal is." Fredrick hissed out. While shoving his finger, from a shacking hand, down at the Doomslayer. "But you are sick. You are worse than whatever kind of monsters you fight."
The Doomslayer keep looking up at him. Shrugged. And headed to Linda and Chief's Warthog.
"What was up there?" Kelly asked.
"You can watch the video yourself later." Fredrick answered. "Let's just say. He's fucked up."
A little over 120 miles away at the base of the Covenant base they always watched the video of the Doomslayer as he sent his little message. The commander of this branch of the Covenant watched it over and over again. At least seven times now as he sat within his command center.
"This is what it is. He does not hold quarrel, mercy, or patience for any blood other than what is in his veins or similar. The Seraphims did not give his armor to such a creature."
"…" The elite was quiet for a moment. "Do you know what this place was? It was a training ground. This spot being the main encampment. The planet has a wide vary of different landscapes and environments. As a test for those who would be a war chief or just another soldier, the Brutes would take out the recruits. No armor nor weapon, and have them return. That was the ritual on this planet."
"After that they would gather here once more. Having trekked anywhere between 70 to 140 miles with the last two dozen being refuse – they very last being killed. They would have a melee. Fighting each other. Killing was not allowed the early rounds. The losers becoming soldiers then there would be a pit with spikes around the edge of it where four brutes would enter. The one that survived would become a chiefton."
"A year before the prophet was killed along with one of the rings and the flood; they let elites join. Most elites refused. Too barbaric for most. Those who did were immediately targeted. Ripped limb from limb. For two years not a single one survived. Over a 150 elites ripped and torn apart across those several trials. Then the third year of the elites came." The elite said looking over his shoulder as a slit with space and time to a dark, red, brimstone landscape.
"100 miles I trekked. Along my way I killed the 15 brutes that came to kill me. Into the pits I dove. Each one that tried to kill me I killed. When I reached that spiked pit. I was the only one that truly belonged there." He said standing up. "I knew fear. Surrounded at all times by beasts, all wanting to kill me, always looking for a chance to rip out my throat. When I stood above those three final corpses. I knew I was stronger. No other elite has done what I have."
The elite walked around and looked up into the fires.
"I did not fear them. I hated them. I killed them. I do not fear this Slayer, Nor do I fear the Demon. Nor do I fear you."
The fire began to wrap itself around him with an eerie and sickening power.
"So let's kill them both."
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Thanks for reading. I also wanted to share something funny. I saw a post that was asking the question of why doesn't Doomguy have PTSD. The answer: Because he is the traumatic event.