Jump 032: Doom 2016

Jump 032: Doom 2016

Location: Hell (Argent D'Nur)
Identity: Drop-In
Drawbacks: (+1000) Stingy, Ultra Nightmare

[Free]      Combat Training
[100/2000]  What Do You Mean, Reload?
[400/2000]  If You Want A Job Done Right
[Free]      Pathfinder
[700/2000]  Praetorian
[900/2000]  Iron Mind
[1300/2000] Argent Power
[1700/2000] Empowered By The Well
[2000/2000] Prophecy of the Seraphim
[Free]      Crate of Guns

You know, I'd have thought that basically going non-stop murdering the absolute fuck out of every demon on the planet and everything I could get my hands on in Hell, from the lowest zombie to the Icon of Sin itself, would perhaps earn me more than a couple hours of sleep.

Instead, once I finished slaughtering my way through everything and its older brother (and also a German bunker because... who knows. Seriously, what the fuck?), I find myself still in Hell. It's a weird place - it's hard to judge time or location except relative to other places, but I am definitely not in the same place. But at least it was very slightly less surreal here, even if the creatures I face were on average a notch above the ones I'd been dealing with. And at its core, this thing... the Well. And curiously the energy from here was being harvested. Extracted for use elsewhere, outside of Hell.

Not only did that mean that I could harness this as well, but it also meant there was a way out. Thoughts of doing more than powering up my armor with this energy would have to remain by the wayside until the dust settled. Of course, I was apparently coming out along with a metric ton of demons. And a metric ton of energy from the Well. Not a surprise. Really, it's like I said earlier. There's only one thing to do in this kind of situation.

Rip and tear, until it is done.