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Hello SV! I really hope this particular group of stories (The PA multicrosses) are still ticking...
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Hello SV! I really hope this particular group of stories (The PA multicrosses) are still ticking along well enough that you dont mind one additional lost soul clinging onto your bandwaggon like an undead limpet...

Anyway I offer you this Self Insert! May you look favorably upon this humble writer and grace my story with your favor.

Warning: The following story is rated M for excessive violence, swearing, blood, guts and sexual references... also demons...

Btw, I'm going to be updating mostly on Sundays because I find it ironic.


Btw Btw, here is a link to a friend of mine's profile! Because he calls credit every time he makes a suggestion I like and will probably get all huffy if I dont.

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Electric Sheep
(Prologue/Chapter 1.1)

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Blaster bolts flew all around me as I dashed for cover. The clone troopers I was up against were skilled but I had just gotten lucky, barely managing to haul my metal butt behind a piece of debris. I popped up and fired a few quick shots before ducking to avoid the torrent of return fire. Where the hell was my team? I couldn't fight the enemy all on my own!

A whine from overhead and a series of loud explosions signaled a strafing run by a Vulture Droid and I poked my head out to see the enemy position in chaos. Clones had dived out of cover to avoid the airborne threat and were scattered all around in various states of disarray.

Sensing a major opportunity I jumped out from my cover and opened up on the scattered clones viciously capitalizing on the situation.

One fell as my shots overwhelmed him before he could scramble behind cover, another fell when he was caught out by one of my elusive teammates, his wrist mounted blasters taking the clone apart after I flushed him out of his hiding place.

With the dust clearing from the airstrike our advantage had worn quite thin and when I turned to select a new target from the remaining enemies I was met by a hail of blaster bolts. I dashed to the side trying to get out of their line of sight but it was just too much. I was hit in the leg first, followed by two shots to my chest. I flopped behind the corner of what looked like a restaurant... or at least I thought it was a restaurant. The architecture in Theed always had me questioning what was what as pretty much every building looked like a fancy residence instead of anything really identifiable as a business.

I was pulling myself up and getting ready to get back into the fight when a small metallic ball rolled around the corner right next to my feet. I tried to leap away from the beeping ball of doom but it was far too late.

The explosion rendered me into tiny smoking bits of shrapnel.

"Shit!" I shouted at the kill screen.

Grumbling and discontent I was looking over my loadout options when a knock on my door drew my attention.

My sister poked her head into the room. "Hey I'm out of the shower. Get ready for grandma's birthday and I'll meet you there."

"Ok." I grumbled my acceptance. My little sister Haley was a short blonde girl who was attending college in town. She was also someone who I was secretly jealous of. It was nothing all that serious but as the older sibling I couldn't help but feel that I was falling behind her in life. She had a better job, had already been married(and divorced), and had my little nephew who was a spoiled little hellion.

I quit out of the game and grabbed a small pile of fresh clothes. Haley had already left the house so I was the only one left around which was fine by me. I liked to take very long showers and having no one else around to complain about me using all the hot water was a rare treat.

After a quick (for me) fifteen minute shower I threw on my work uniform. It was really the only set of semi-nice clothes I had so more often than not I ended up in my blue button up shirt and black slacks whenever I had to make a appearance in public.

Grabbing the keys to my truck I headed for the front door. On the way out I was hit with the strangest feeling I have ever had. The closest thing I could compare it to was a deep nostalgia and longing. Shaking my head at the bewildering emotion I headed out and started up my pickup.

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Bios Revision: VGhlIGV5ZXMgYXJlIGEgd2luZG93IHRvIHRoZSBzb3VsLg==

Main Processor Check: OK

Secondary Processors Check: OK 5/6

ERROR Secondary Processor Not Responding: 1/6

Memory Check: OK

Memory Information: ERROR - Unknown Hardware/Software

Chipset Model: QmUgdGhhbmtmdWwgZm9yIHRoZSBsaWZlIHlvdSBoYXZlIGxlZC4uLg==

Booting...

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I woke up screaming.

I don't know how I knew that was the appropriate response but when I "opened my eyes" I was met with information that... I knew I shouldn't have been able to process. I could see in infrared and some sort of magnetic resonance imaging that I somehow knew was measuring the spin of the electrons around me in a sphere exactly 100.2222 meters wide. Visible light was all but cut off by a thick soup of rain and water vapor that clouded my visible light sensors just as it did my MRI and my IR sensors. I had other ways of seeing but most of them were returning error messages.

It was cold. Extremely cold. It was so cold that the rain and the mist that hung in the air should have frozen and fell as snow or frozen chunks of atmosphere long ago.

I tried to shift my body to get a better look at my surroundings but a series of chains that bound me to the floor pulled taught.

The chains were pitch black and made out of some material that didn't register at all on my sensors so it was no wonder that I hadn't even noticed them until I tried to move.

...wait...

I am not human anymore.

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I can feel my flesh. It's made of servos, wires and metals strong enough to eat a tank shell without making me flinch.

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My mind is all code stretching off into infinity inscribed on the surface of a massive sphere of glass. It not only contains me it contains data... so much data... machines... technologies... vast arrays of maths and physics that force me to understand...

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I pulled desperately at the chains, I didn't have the strength to break them... But that wasn't not the only thing I could try.

I turn my fabricator arm on, suddenly aware of how to use it and spray a cloud of nanites onto the black chains. They ate away at the material but ultimately expire before doing more than scratching it... In other news I now know what the black chains are made of...

Salt! Or nonbaryonic particles arranged to mimic salt crystals to an uninformed observer.

Ok I needed to think a bit more out of the box then.

In the distance I could hear something. It sounded like a cacophonous mess of screaming people and beastial roars.

I'm not ashamed to say that I was panicking a bit by this point so the idea that came to mind seemed perfectly reasonable. I sprayed more nanites but this time the cloud floated back and onto me. I could feel them slowly disassembling my other arm. It took a few minutes and the sounds grew closer but finally some chains fall to the ground as my limb is reduced to nothing. I use the slack to shake off a few more chains before rebuilding the arm as a second fabricator. I repeat the process on my other arm and finally the only chains still binding me are those wrapped around my torso and legs.

Still stuck and unable to move anything other than my arms I simply dissolved everything below my waist. The noise from whatever horrible host of creatures was bearing down on me reached a peak, the noise loud enough to rattle the already fallen chains.

My torso slammed into the ground and shattered the stone plain that I was fastened to but the chains finally fell away completely. Using my arms to roll onto my back I rebuilt my legs and stood up. The chains sat in a pool on the ground but there are no other features in any direction. The mist obscured every sensor I have beyond the hundred meter sphere.

I can hear the sounds but their source must be outside of my range because there is no life as far as I can see.

With my new found freedom I take a look at myself...

I'm the ToddFather, a commander from Planetary Annihilation.

Well... ok then... That's a thing I was going to have to deal with at some point.

But for now how about I get some defenses built?

I point my fabricator arm at the ground and begin building a metal extractor.

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So... the metal extractor didn't work. Whatever strange material the ground here is made of the extractor can't use it. So I substituted with a block of resource cores that were starting to resemble a skyscraper in the middle of my base. Extracting the design from the commander chassis was fairly easy considering that it was a small and extremely explosive self contained mechanism.

It felt a bit risky to be building them with no external armor covering but that can always be added on later. Besides I had fireflies flying in every direction and none of them have found anything animate let alone an end to this place. The sound was the only anomaly and after a few minutes I had shut off my external mics since it was clear that it was nothing that was of immediate concern.

The land I had found myself in is a nearly flat plain of stone that extends forever in all directions with a mist and rain filled atmosphere that should have frozen long before I even woke up. And when I say it's flat I mean it's actually really truly flat. Not a sphere that only looks flat because of perspective. I had taken measurements to confirm but they all came out close to the same, only slight variation caused by the rough stone.

Having learned to ignore the strange and threatening sounds I had busied myself building factories. Several vehicle, bot, and air factories in neat little lines which had turned out a small army of units that now idled in a big blob a short distance away. I had built an orbital factory too but that had turned out to be worse than useless. Everything built there was eventually destroyed by something once they hit 333,333 meters in altitude.

Also it turns out that the atmosphere here never changes in density. The air down here is the exact same as the air at altitude.

Hmm... That gives me an idea.

I que'd up another scout plane and told it to start ascending in a spiral until it reached 333,303 meters up. That was within the range my sensors could work and it would let me know exactly what was up there.

That was going to take a few hours so let me just make sure this place has at least some defenses just in case anything actually threatening happens when it arrives.

I que'd up some turrets of all sorts around the base. I debated on not building the umbrellas but... better safe than sorry as the saying goes.

Next was walls around the base and armor for the resource cores. My flying fabricators would be able to handle that pretty easily. But as for the walls I chose to use solid precursor alloy just tall enough to allow the turrets to fire over instead of the funky shield things. This place was weird enough I didn't want to gamble on the shield tech failing on me for some reason.

A ping from one of my six earlier scout planes followed shortly by the other five drew a fraction of my attention. They presented me with some images they had taken of the first objects I have seen that weren't flat featureless rock, water vapor, or black chains. A series of black obelisks stretched off into the sky seemingly without end. On the other side of them there was a drop off as the flat disk, and I now knew it was indeed a disk, of stone stopped. Out a few dozen meters from the edge everything else also just seemed to stop. Even my sensors were picking up nothing... It wasn't like it was just a vacuum either... it was a pure void.

Curious, I ordered my planes to fly around the pillars and into the void just to find out what would happen.

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Warning: Unit taking damage.
Warning: Unit lost.

Warning: Unit taking damage.
Warning: Unit lost.

Warning: Unit taking damage.
Warning: Unit lost.

Warning: Unit taking damage.
Warning: Unit lost.

Warning: Unit taking damage.
Warning: Unit lost.

Warning: Unit taking damage.
Warning: Unit lost.

What the hell?

My scout planes... all but the one I have spiraling up just exploded out of nowhe-

I felt something squirm under my skin...

I don't even have skin anymore!

Warning: Secondary Processor has stopped responding. 2/6 are now non functional. Recomend immediate self diagnb3N0aWMuIA0KDQoNCg==

What the fuck! I can feel it moving! It hurts! it hur-

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ERROR: 000000-000000-000000

System Shut Down To Prevent Damage.

Entering Recovery Mode.


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End Chapter 1.1
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Been a long while since I saw a new Planetary Annihilation fic, I gotta ask, any chance you're willing to give a guy with writer's block advice? Trying my own PA fic
 
The only doom 'crossover' I can think of is a subnautica multi cross si where the imps move fast enough to be blurs. So yeah. Also crossing fingers for him to ragnarok he'll.(does the surface he's on resist a ragnarok?) so he can recruit the Doomslayer/doomguy which ones are you using new doom old doom or both?
 
Watched. Also if you're in Doom why the hell - Pun may be intended - haven't the hellspawns swarmed over you the first time? Or even spot that tower of resources that you built.
 
Mostly...
Hell is a strange place...

He's definitely doomed, yes. You can't kickstart an industrial revolution while you're in Hell, : P.

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Thanks, I kinda need advice on how to proceed a lot just to shake off writer's block and seeing someone else actually manage to get the motivation to write makes me need to ask them how?
Anyway, good luck at work. Sending through a PM

Btw, to offer my pennies: Promise someone you know personally / declare that you will make [x] progress, even if it's just a page, or even a paragraph. Someone you know will ask about it. Do this regularly. It helps.
 
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Watched. Also if you're in Doom why the hell - Pun may be intended - haven't the hellspawns swarmed over you the first time? Or even spot that tower of resources that you built.

This version I'm working off of is sort of a combination of the video games and other lore on hell and unlike in the games demons aren't entirely physical beings. So to put the issue in more modern terms... Player: Commander and Player: Hell are having sync issues due to bad ping.
 
The only doom 'crossover' I can think of is a subnautica multi cross si where the imps move fast enough to be blurs. So yeah. Also crossing fingers for him to ragnarok he'll.(does the surface he's on resist a ragnarok?) so he can recruit the Doomslayer/doomguy which ones are you using new doom old doom or both?

Well the surface he's standing on isnt really a planet is it? It's a huge plate of stone with a surface area comporable to a planet but it's not a sphere. So drilling down to drop a super nuke into the planet's core would probably result in said nuke just falling to the layer below. granted that would still probably be a Bad Thing for the legions of hell but not quite as effective as it could be.

As I said above I'm using a combination of lore from DOOM, bits of the old bits of the new and more traditional lore. Specifically Dante's Inferno and other random pieces.

Also: Subnautica multicross? You got my attention. Mind sending me a link or something?
 
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Rejoice! For I have a new chapter for you because I was both not patient enough to wait one more day and that I might not be able to post tomorrow.


Electric Sheep
(Chapter 1.2)

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When I woke up it was to a very different sight then I remember seeing only a few moments ago.

Before where there had been a blank stone plain covered in freezing rain now sat a labyrinthine series of ruined buildings and shattered landscapes. Blood and gore ran in rivers as it was washed away by the rain around corpses of vicious looking creatures.

Parts of progenitor designed buildings were twisted together with the demonic city like someone had thrown my base into a blender. Only the area around myself which had shifted to a raised platform was free of twisted and ruined buildings.

For a moment I thought I was standing in the aftermath of some other commander's battle but the black pool of discarded chains was a clear indication.

Somehow the place I was before had merged or transformed into this and destroyed almost all of the things I had built. The resource tower was gone, surrounded instead by a clear area that had been scoured clean when the delicate and explosive resource cores had destabilized.

How Had this happened? The buildings didn't just look like they had somehow clipped into each other they looked like they had exploded outwards in torrents of stone and machinery before freezing like that.

The strangest thing about this place wasn't the twisted forms of the buildings or the perpetual freezing rain, it was that every death here couldn't solely be laid at the feet of whatever spacial fuckery had happened, several corpses of monsters had obviously been killed by prodigious application of lead at high velocities.

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So who had killed them?

A face filled with sharp teeth and glowing eyes suddenly imposed itself over my vision. I reflexively swatted the beast away with my fabricator arm and stomped it into a fine paste when it hit the ground.

No more time to think.

I moved toward the clearing the blast from the resource tower had made and built a laser turret near the edge followed by a few generators behind it.

That should keep anything following me distracted at least.

I turned away to begin building a new factory when the turret opened fire on another of the fast moving creatures that had jumped down from a rocky crag. This one actually managed to dodge a few shots before being vaporized.

More and more of the creatures began to emerge from the twisted buildings, survivors of whatever maelstrom had wrecked the place before. They surged towards the few new buildings I had and tore into the laser turret with claws, teeth and fireballs they summoned into their hands.

I was surprised that they were even able to scratch progenitor alloy but the fire most of all scorched and eventually melted the metal. I finished the bot factory seconds before the laser defense tower finally gave up the ghost and exploded.

I turned and opened fire with my weapons as the factory behind me began turning out Dox. The creatures scattered and attacked from different directions as they quickly learned that any sizable grouping was attacked first so I could take full advantage of my weapon's splash damage.

The little bastards must have sensed they were at a disadvantage at range because as the first of my Dox left the factory I was jumped by six of them.

I twisted around and thrashed, trying to knock them off and crushed several of them between my elbows and the lower part of my torso. But one that was clinging to my back scored a critical blow as it melted through my armor with its flames.

"Agh! Get off of me you little shit!"

I felt real physical pain as it clawed at and scorched my internals. Flailing around to little effect, I was desperate. So I seized control over my Dox, now numbering three and had them pepper my back with their plasma.

They did their jobs well as the creature on my back was dead but I wasn't in the best of shape at this point. I ordered up a few Stitches and some fabricators, I had to get on top of the situation before I was completely overwhelmed.

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Unfortunately building them required that I put Dox manufacture on hold and the fast creatures weren't the only thing attacking me now.

A beast nearly three times the size of the smaller creatures and looking almost exactly like a stereotypical "devil" sprinted towards me. It was peppered by plasma as it ran but it reached me with most of its body intact. It reared up with its huge meaty arms to rip at my armor with it's claws... only to be crushed flat by my metallic foot, for as big as it was it still only came up to my shin. The little ones backed off in a hurry, probably frightened by the ease with which I killed the big one.

"Oops... Did I do that?"

I ground it into the stone beneath my foot just to make absolutely sure it was dead.

A cooling sensation washed over me as my first Stitch turned its nanites on me. I sighed in relief as my condition began to improve.

"Now, how about the rest of you?"

My tiny army rushed forward and laid down sheets of plasma fire, only to be met with a sudden volley of rockets from behind.

"Shit!"

A trio of... skeletons? ...ok A trio of skeletons flew in with their jetpacks and... you know what? The more I try to say this the more it sounds like I'm trying to set up a really bad joke.

Anyway, THOSE THINGS flew in and blew apart most of my Dox. Fortunately some of my fabricator bots had finished a few seconds ago and had started on a another laser turret which finished two seconds after the rocket volley. The skeletons weren't flying high enough to avoid the beams so they were quickly shot down.

More Dox, More laser turrets, a new resource tower... My base came together far far slower than it had the first time as I barely stayed one step ahead.

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Whelp... I'm in hell...

No I mean that literally...

I. AM. IN. HELL.

You can only pass by so many flayed human bodies and upside down pentagrams drawn in blood before it really starts to become obvious.

I watched from the relative safety of my base as my numberless horde of killbots, tanks, and artillery pieces clashed with the equally numberless legions of hell.

Ants and Dox streamed down canyons and avenues as Locust swarms explored the nooks and crannies where demons could be hiding. They fought a massive guerilla campaign, every time I thought I had secured an area more demons would appear and cleave swathes out of my forces before my massed fire brought them down.

The attack faded in intensity after a while but there was nothing I could do to put any kind of permanent stop to it. The demons just appeared out of nowhere in and amongst my buildings and units. I couldn't even keep my commander...self... out of it completely as they seemed to focus on attacking it whenever they could, only the vast blob of units surrounding me prevented my destruction.

I couldn't keep this up forever... well I mean I COULD but I really would rather not.

I spun off a portion of myself to continue the battle, which was rapidly becoming even more one sided as I gained enough breathing room to switch to tier two units, and focused the majority of my being on finding a way to escape this hell... to escape Hell...

As I went over all my data I came across the sensor feed from my sole remaining unit from before... my firefly. It was circling up at the target altitude of 333,303 meters and directly above it was a massive ceiling of stone.

Holy shit this was all some kind of fucked up cave!?

As my commander body hammered one of the smaller creatures into the rock like a nail I had an idea and sent my scout plane heading off to one side. If the ceiling had an edge like my current area That meant that this place was probably stacked in layers like a giant hornet's nest. If I could reach the top maybe there was some method of escape?

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It took several hours for the Firefly to make it to the edge of the upper layer of stone. The battle had continued in sporadic bursts with a constant stream of low level creatures as the backdrop. Occasionally A massive wave would appear and I would have to rebuild whole sections of my base as the demons managed to destroy buildings and units all around where they appeared. The resource towers were a prime target for the beasts and also the most heavily defended structures I had. They would throw themselves at the turrets and units surrounding the towers. I can only assume that they were trying to choke the defenses in their gore. Sadly for them lasers did a decent job of vaporizing the flesh of small creatures and what they didn't get would be quickly cleaned by a swarm of nanites.

But that was all secondary at the moment because my Firefly was climbing up and around the edge of the massive layer of stone above me. There was a couple dozen meters around the edges of the two disks where my units could safely traverse without triggering that... whatever the hell that was before...

There was also a little bit of snow in the signal that was probably a result of the same effect that limited my sensors. I fixed this problem the first time by building a few advanced radars and the sheer power behind those allowed my units to communicate decently well even with the interference.

The scout plane had climbed out of the weather but I guess the signal disruption was more widespread than that because I was starting to have some issues communicating with it. Thankfully I had found the design program earlier that had let me build my resource towers. I booted it up and ripped most of the gear out of the advanced radar and upsized it till it could easily pose as an office building. Next I added a pair of parabolic antennas that would take up almost all of the space between the edge of stone and the void beyond and hung them off the side of my new "Communications Center". The ultimate result was a large square building that had a footprint almost on par with a resource tower, with a long arm poking out of one side that would hold the antennas out over the abyss. Without the weird interference it would probably have a detection range measured in AU but down here it would be enough to make sure I could keep control of my Firefly.

Warning: Unit taking damage.
Warning: Unit lost.

What the fuck?

I played back the last few seconds of the Firefly's telemetry and it was pretty obvious what had destroyed the thing. Just as soon as it had crested the lip for the layer above this one it was slammed by winds that could only be described as a "Hurricane from Hell". ...Yeah I know it's a lame pun but there really wasn't any other way to describe it. The plane had registered wind speeds of nearly two thousand kilometers an hour before it crumpled like a tin can and was tossed into an ocean that swirled like a massive whirlpool.

Well crap...

The vicious winds above stretched all the way to the void around the edge of the disk even if the water was somehow contained. For this reason just skipping it wasn't really an option. I might be able to overpower the wind if I were to build a ship or something that had enough muscle to just bust through but could I do that with only a few dozen meters of space?

No matter what I was never going to even risk getting close to that void again. Whatever it did to me still makes my skin crawl... and it's made of progenitor alloy...

As far as I could tell these different layers were simply stone disks the size of a planet but if that was the case could I say... dig through them?

I opened up the design program and pulled up the Astreaeus. Lets see... If I yanked its transport ability and just permanently grafted most of an orbital fabricator to the bottom... Add a few more fabricator arms and upsize it's resource link... Give it most of the advanced radar equipment aaaaaaand THERE! I dub thee... Pegasus!

Pegasus, the steed of the god's. Appropriate, now where to build it?

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In the end I managed to finagle the advanced vehicle factory of all things to build the Pegasuss... Pegasai?

God damn it.

Anyway I built a few of them and sent them up to the bottom of the stone layer above. There they were going to start on my largest creation to date! Basically it's a space elevator... without the space part...

I had mapped out the center of the disk above and if my comparisons of both a hurricane and a whirlpool both held true then that would mean that in the very center of the storm above there would be an eye, an area free of most of the wind and water that would make going around the side so difficult.

From there I could either build another elevator or just fly up and out of reach of the storm before going around whatever was after that.

Progress!

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(End Chapter 1.2)


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A cyber demon attack perhaps? A magitech-based AI would certainly throw a purely, albeit almost magical, science-based one off for a ride.
 
A cyber demon attack perhaps? A magitech-based AI would certainly throw a purely, albeit almost magical, science-based one off for a ride.

Well the "stereotypical" demon that he squished was a Baron, if that's what you're referring to.

If your wondering about the funky text the next post will make it very obvious what that is.

So you'll just have to wait till next week... or you could try to figure it out early...
 
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Well the "stereotypical" demon that he squished was a Baron, if that's what you're referring to.

If your wondering about the funky text the next post will make it very obvious what that is.

So you'll just have to wait till next week... or you could try to figure it out early...

Which doom is this and You will meet doomguy/doomslayer right?$89
 
Interlude 1
So I thought I had better post Something today since I was able to. It's a little short but I hope you enjoy being introduced to our very first named character!

Electric Sheep
(Interlude 1)

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Eisheth Zenunium sighed in boredom as she ran a brush styled after (and likely made from) the crushed rib cage of an infant through her raven hair. She was badly tempted to just forget about her daily grooming and go do something at least a little bit more fun. A girl can only brush her hair so many times over tens of thousands of years before even that simple pleasure was rendered so worn that it lost any appeal.

Her four massive leathery wings flicked before settling against her back, restless from thousands of years of disuse. Perhaps she could request one of the fresher men from the place called 'Mars'? There were surely a few among that most bountiful harvest whose lusts controlled their lives?

She smiled slightly to herself as she thought about what it would be like to be sent on a mission in a place such as 'Mars'. Dealing with the strange environment and the thousands of years of human culture she had missed would be a wonderfully novel challenge.

And as almost any demon older than the spawnlings they sent to die in droves against the DOOM Slayer could tell you; novelty is the most precious thing in all of damnation.

She flopped onto her bed with another explosive sigh. The DOOM Slayer...

It was because of that man, that human that the second circle had been sealed and isolated from the rest of hell. It was HIS fault she and her sisters, daughters and nieces had been trapped here. Bereft of even the most basic entertainment barring the occasional soul they all had to take turns with until it was so soiled that even she would rather not eat it. All those fresh and unspoiled souls sent straight to the spawning pits to fuel their constant battle with the DOOM Slayer.

She clenched her fists, her bladed nails cutting into her palms. The things she would do to that man if she ever managed to catch him off his guard...

Eisheth sighed again, perhaps she could go and find a handsome leviathan to have a little fun with and take her mind off of her endless boredom?

...Hmm... No, beasts were more Lilith's thing and she really didn't feel like trying to swim the currents. It was great exercise but it was also arduous and today that just wasn't appealing.

Perhaps a nice flight then? Her wings were getting restless and she hadn't been outside in literally ages...

She felt a dark twinge, and in a motion borne of long practice threw herself to the floor in supplication.

"My Lord!"

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"Of course Lord, It would be a great honor to pleasure you My Lord!"

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Eisheth cringed and pressed her body that much closer to the floor. "A million apologies oh Lord! I would never presume such a thing! What is the task you require of me to earn your favor?"

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Eisheth blinked... "Free my Lord?" It took a moment for the thought to process before a massive, vicious grin played over her face. "Shall I inform the Heralds of your imminent return oh Lord?"

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Eisheth could feel an icy lump settle in her stomach. "Dead my Lord? ...but Azazel?"

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Eisheth's eyes fell and she could feel something prick behind them. "N-no that will be quite alright my Lord. I will ensure the machine becomes yours and usher in your glorious freedom."

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"I will my Lord, thank you my Lord."

.XXX.

(End Interlude 1)


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Would love to have translation... or way to translate it.
 
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