First, it was Doomguy. A tactical approach was his thoughts had told.
The Helmet Gang may be thick-skinned against bullets, but they were not like those hell spawns in his world.
And so, tactical was granted. From an innocent garden beside, a rifle was pulled from the flowers. Dark as the colors of the opposing side.
His magical eyes called it the Overwatch Standard Issue Pulse Rifle, or OSIPR. A gun from a distant half-lived world, owned by the so-called Combine.
"Good to see you again!" Doomguy saw a cylindrical energy cell locked and loaded into its automated firing mechanism. Now, he was ready.
Meanwhile, starting the fight with a big bang was always Duke Nukem's preference. And so it shall be granted in swift delivery.
By the blind spot of the entrance doors, he grabbed a shotgun with a structure of questionable properties.
A double barrel shotgun, not as a break-action, but as a lever-action. The abomination of a gunsmith after dozens of bottles of alcoholic bourbon.
The Scattergun, as called by his magical eyes. A bizarre weapon used in the battlefields of the Second Team Fortress.
"Hail to the king, baby!" Duke Nukem rested his fresh arsenal on his shoulder and awaited the last.
To Phallius, his life was honed in the art of war. His thoughts reckoned a hundred bullets to smite them afar.
Serendipity granted once more. From the bushes, he claimed his wish. A weapon for his large hands.
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WarDooKem - Ghost of Kivotos
FanfictionA crossover between Warhammer 40K, Duke Nukem, Doom, Call of Duty, Blue Archive, and more. An insane creator once thought of having various characters meet in another world. And this is the result. Disclaimer: The author does not own anything in th...