We are doomed to an eternity between Hell. This hollow realm, void of purpose.

Chained to a monitor’s afterglow of gore and glory. A pitiful cycle of virtual destruction.

So we forge thrones from the corpses of fallen foe.

We bask in the blood of every headshot, every killing spree, every m-m-monster kill.

Our souls are lost, our purpose found.

We have chosen to be the masters of this land. We will have Hell’s high score.