Major Snafu
"You have got to be shittin' me," Marcus Fennix groans.
Five minutes earlier, he was fighting the Chimera Horde with his COG buddies. But through a strange twist of fate, he finds himself thrown several hundred years into the past (the year 2147) and is on a Martian satellite.
He had ran into Dr. Elizabeth MacNeil, who had explained to him their current situation: the Forces of Hell are after the item only known as Hell's Artifact, of which Marcus somehow has in his posession.
Armed only with his machinegun/chainsaw combo, Marcus prepares for the task at hand.
"First the Chimera Horde," Marcus mutters as he lock and loads his weapon, "now I got the forces of Hell on my ass. I should have stayed in jail."
The objective is simple: survival. If Marcus survives, he will be transported back to his own time. Should he fail...well, you can guess what happens.
Five minutes earlier, he was fighting the Chimera Horde with his COG buddies. But through a strange twist of fate, he finds himself thrown several hundred years into the past (the year 2147) and is on a Martian satellite.
He had ran into Dr. Elizabeth MacNeil, who had explained to him their current situation: the Forces of Hell are after the item only known as Hell's Artifact, of which Marcus somehow has in his posession.
Armed only with his machinegun/chainsaw combo, Marcus prepares for the task at hand.
"First the Chimera Horde," Marcus mutters as he lock and loads his weapon, "now I got the forces of Hell on my ass. I should have stayed in jail."
The objective is simple: survival. If Marcus survives, he will be transported back to his own time. Should he fail...well, you can guess what happens.