yeah... now that was one scarry cliffhanger there. *clears throat* will the doomguy escape super *sekrit* ambush of revenants? tune in next week for more : DOOMGUY: Advantures in HECK (just top of my head) :D
I love how everyone is making memes based on that particular scene from The Town With No Name, despite it being probably the least ludicrous of them all.
With his health at 198% Doomguy knew his addiction was getting the better of him. He didn't need it, but yet, he still wanted it. As the shiny, blue bottle slid towards him, Doomguy remembered the 12Steps he'd learned earlier in the week. He wrenched his Super Shotty with sweaty hands and took a deep breath as the bottle crashed to the ground. He'd won this battle, but how many more were ahead? Baby steps, Doomguy.
Doomguy looked down at the smashed bottle of health with newfound pride... "HRMPH" he says, with an audible disdain for the liquid he had once been held captive by. He may have won the battle with his inner demons, but not the battle with the very much real demons that had just teleported in, and were about to jam 12 metric shit tonnes of explosives up his ass.
The imp hesitated. It was dangerous to refuse that disgusting, was it still a human?, but equally perilous to accomodate him. Their whole planet had been littered with the booze, back then when the invasion began. As Romero had commanded, after the Arch Viles had planted that particular creature into the Gargantuan's head for one or the other of the freakish reasons of their's. Granted, all humans that caused unsurmountable trouble quickly fell to the booze. Hilarious even, seeing them run into the stupidest of traps, sometimes for a single vial. But this one always survived, and murdered thousands. The imp arrived at a decision. With a violent jerk he cast the liquid over the bar, deliberately smashing it against the far wall, creating a fraction of a second of confusion. Pressing the alarm under the table. Revenants are quick, and they usually have a bone or two to pick, especially with that one. Of course they will all be smashed. They always are. They will be repaired. But the imp won't die today. He glanced at the bolt hole.
"Why cant i grab the potion?!" "My potion is too strong for you, DoomTraveler... *uncomfortable close up* I TOLD YOU CANT HANDLE MY STRONGEST POTION, NO ONE CAN!!1!"
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Doom Guy: "Unf." Imp: "My potions are too strong for you, traveler." Doom Guy: "Unf." Imp: "You can't handle my potions. They're too strong for you." Doom Guy: "Unf." Imp: "My potions would kill you, traveler. You cannot handle my potions." Doom Guy: "Unf." Imp: "My strongest potions would kill you, traveler. You can't handle my strongest potions. You'd better go to a seller that sells weaker potions." Doom Guy: "Unf." Imp: "You don't know what you ask, traveler. My strongest potions will kill a Cyberdemon, let alone a man. You need a seller that sells weaker potions, because my potions are too strong." Doom Guy: "Unf." Imp: "You can't handle my strongest potions! No one can! My strongest potions are fit for a demon let alone a man." Doom Guy: "Unf." Imp: "I can't give you my strongest potions because my strongest potions are only for the strongest beings and you are of the weakest." Doom Guy: "Unf." Imp: "That's what you'd better do." Doom Guy: "Unf." Imp: "Good. You're not welcome here! My potions are only for the strongest and you're clearly are not of the strongest you're clearly the weakest." Doom Guy: "Unf." Imp: "Why respect marines... when my potions can do anything that you can." Doom Guy: _shotgun blasts_ Imp: _camel noises_
I too am swarmed by randomly teleporting revenants when drinks slowly glide across my table to fall and explode and get ash all over my beautiful floor, much to my disappointment.
