*above is a video I thought you guys would enjoy*

A.N.: To start, this story is meant to replace the recent stories people want to see, this story entails elements of MGSV (metal gear Solid V), Warframe, heavy elements of Warhammer 30-40K, RWBY, Doom Eternal. For those of you who wanted to see a continuation of my Doom Eternal Story, consider this a rewrite. Also, this will reference other Wattpad writers. I haven't decided how much yet

Alright. GAME! START!!!!

Waking with a start, {redacted} noticed that he was... floating in some sort of tube. The liquid was dark orange and it felt... smooth, but everything felt so distant... like... he wasn't really connected to it.

{redacted} body felt... disconnected to himself. Sure he could move, but there was a distinct lack of feeling. He could vaguely feel touch, vaguely taken in the scent of pure oxygen on the mask over his face.

Bringing up his hands he immediately noticed satanic marking on them. The very second his eyes spotted these markings the 2nd set of memories erupted into his mind. {redacted} growled in pain as he felt a 3rd entity force his way not just into his mind, but also his soul.

(A.N.: brace yourself for a horrible summary of his new bodies memories)

{redacted} remembered everything... of at least THIS boy's life... he knew... somehow that this wasn't his own body... that this was some sort of other version of himself.

{Redacted} remembered being in a happy family of 4. Learning paracord and martial arts from his father until his uncle: Alex Mercer took everything from him. 

{Redacted}'s Mother sacrificed herself to buy time for her children to escape. {Redacted} and (Sn) survived with a group till that group was killed off. They were on their own for a while.

The world was soon overrun by doom demons, and {redacted}'s sister killed herself when she was marked for harvesting to protect him. He was then drugged with chloroform.... By... an unknown, no one knew who, but he was taken here

All memory past that... was fussy .... Except for the 3rd set of memories which caused him even more pain. The memories of the Doom marine. Betraying Argent D'nur, losing his son, wife, and daughter becoming the bane and fear of hell... becoming a god.... his... his RAGE!!!..

{Redacted} ground his teeth snarling words into his breathing mask that kept him alive in the glass tube.

{Redacted}: RIP... AND... TEAR!

Next to where... the memories of Big Boss being shoved into his head. How, and why, Doom would never know.

It was then the thing in his soul took root. And calmed his mind... a holographic screen appeared in front of him.

[welcome gamer. You have been chosen. Why, how, and where you are you will either discover for yourself. I've taken the liberty of using multiple of your favorite games and applying them to your version of the system to maximize your efficiency and survivability rate. Good luck. Also, your first familiar awaits you outside this room. She is trying to get to you]

Once He was finished reading it, the screen dispersed. By instinct, the boy pulled his arm back and slammed it into the glass, creating a spiderweb crack.

Another punch caused the spiderweb cracks to completely surround the glass tube.

The 3rd

Falling to his knees, the boy pushed himself up, ripping the mask off, taking notice of his body's new age... but he needed to confirm it.

Looking around he noticed that sparks were flying... and he noticed the symbol on the wall...

{redacted}: Oh... fuck... why did it have to be Warhammer...?