DooM Guy

I'm a marine, one of Earth's toughest, hardened in combat and trained for action. Three years ago I assaulted a superior officer for ordering his soldiers to fire upon civilians. He and his body cast were shipped to Pearl Harbor, while you were transfered to Mars, home of the Union Aerospace Corperation. The UAC is a multi-planetary conglomerate with radioactive waste facilities on Mars and its two moons, Phobos and Deimos. With no action for fifty million miles, my day consisted of suckin' dust and watchin' restricted flicks in the rec room.For the last four years the militaty, UAC's biggest supplier, has used the remote facilities on Phobos and Deimos to conduct varios secret projects, including reaserch on inter-dimensional travel. So far they have been able to open gateways between Phobos and Deimos, throwing a few gadgets into one and watching them come out the other. Recently however, the Gateways have grown dangerously unstable. Military "volunteers" entering them have either disappeared or been stricken with a strange form of insanity - babbleing vulgarities, bludgeoning anything that breathes, and finally suffering an untimely death of full-body explosion. Matching heads with torsos to send home to the folks became a full-time job. Latest military reports state that the reserch is suffering a small set-back, but everything is under control. A few hours ago, Mars recieved a garbled message from Phobos. "We require immediate military support. Something fuckin' evil is coming out of the Gateways! Computer systems have gone berserk!" The rest was incoherent. Soon afterwards, Deimos simply vanished from the sky. Since then, attempts to establish contact with either moon have been unsuccessful.My bussies and I, the only combat troop for fifty million miles were sent up pronto to Phobos. I was ordered to secure the perimeter of the base while the rest of the team went inside. For several hours, my radio picked up the sounds of combat: guns firing, men yelling orders, screams, bones cracking, then finally, silence. Seems my buddies are dead.