Remember: everything William J. Blazkowicz III : DOOM Slayer says is made up.
The broken, burnt ground crunched under heavy metal boots as The Slayer walked. Each step filled with purpose, filled with fury. His armored hands bloody from ripping and tearing demons apart.
His guns were a comforting weight on his back, his shotgun gripped in his hand. Primed and ready, prepared to fire at any moment. To blow the head off of any creature stupid enough to try and attack him.
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