ThE StOrIe So FaR...
You're a marine, one of Earth's toughest, hardened in combat and trained for
action. Three years ago you 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 transferred to Mars, home of the Union
Aerospace Corporation.
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, your day consisted of suckin' dust and watchin' restricted
flicks in the rec room.
For the last four years the military, UAC's biggest supplier, has used the
remote facilities on Phobos and Deimos to conduct various secret projects,
including research on inter-dimensional space 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
insanitybabbling 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 research is suffering a small set-
back, but everything is under control.
A few hours ago, Mars received a garbled message from Phobos. "We require
immediate military support. Something fraggin' 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.
You and your buddies, the only combat troop for fifty million miles were sent
up pronto to Phobos. You were ordered to secure the perimeter of the base while
the rest of the team went inside. For several hours, your radio picked up the
sounds of combat: guns firing, men yelling orders, screams, bones cracking,
then finally, silence. Seems your buddies are dead.
It's Up To You
Things aren't looking too good. You'll never navigate off the planet on your
own. Plus, all the heavy weapons have been taken by the assault team leaving
you with only a pistol. If only you could get your hands around a plasma rifle
your buddies deserves a couple of pellets in the forehead. Securing your
helmet, you exit the landing pod. Hopefully you can find more substantial
firepower somewhere within the station.
As you walk through the main entrance of the base, you hear animal-like growls
echoing throughout the distant corridors. They know you're here.
There's no turning back now.
Hell On Earth
Back at last. After days of hard fighting in space, you've returned home on
well-earned leave. You're one of Earth's crack soldiers, hard-bitten, tough,
and heavily-armed. When the alien invasion struck Mars, you were the
first on the scene. By killing, killing, and killing, you won. You
stopped the invasion, saved Mars base, and became a war hero. What they don't
talk about so much is that you were the only survivor.
But that's all behind you now. You've quit the military, and are heading home.
Your drop pod lands with a crunch. You open 'er up, and look out.
Damn! The city ahead is on fire. What the devil is going on? You stagger
forward, clutching at your sidearm. Packs of refugees are fleeing the flaming
metropolis. A band of them shriek in terror. You squint. What's
that? Someone is attacking the refugees. You rush up and blast away, killing
the troublemaker. It looks like a human, but something's wrong. His
mouth is filled with half-chewed flesh, and he's all messed up, like
a zombie from a bad horror movie. Hell, not again!
You can feel it. It's all starting again, just like on Mars. First, people are
taken over, turned into cannibal Things. Then the real horror starts,
the deformed monstrosities from Outside. But now it's on Earth.
It turns out that the invaders are all over. Monsters range from Tokyo to
Timbuktu. from Stockholm to Scranton. Billions are dead. Some people have been
transformed into flesh-eating mutants, but a few, a very few, are
still alive and fully human. The wise men of humanity have evolved a plan to
save what's left of the human race. They have built enormous ships to carry
the remaining people into space, safely away from the ruined world.
Unfortunately, Earth's only ground spaceport has just been taken over by the
demons. They've instituted a sort of force fielda flame barrierover the
port; no ships can land or take off. You gotta go back into action. The
pathetic remnants of Earth's soldiers are making an assault on the
invaders at the spaceport. If you win, you might be able to turn off the
barrier, so that the ships can leave, and Homo sapiens may not go extinct just
yet. If you lose, that's it. Humanity is history.
You and your comrades make their attack. Soon, brave men drop like flies. You
lose track of your friends, though sometimes you can hear them scream
when they die, and the sounds of combat echo from deep within the
starbase.
Something hisses with rage from the steel tunnels ahead. They know you're here.
They have no pity, no mercy, take no quarter, and crave none. They're
the perfect enemy, in a way. No one's left but you.
You...and Them.
ChEaTs
idbehold Displays menu (followed by S, V, I, R, A, or L for choice)
S=Strength (Berserk)
V=Invulnerability
I=Partial invisibility
A=Full Automap (computer map)
R=Anti-radiation suit
L=Light amplification visors
idchoppers Gives you the chain saw (long story behind the message)
idclev Warp (followed by episode number and level number)
idclip No clipping (you can walk through walls)
iddqd Degreelessness mode (God mode)
iddt Toggles Automap between normal, full, and full with objects
(enter when in Automap mode)
idfa Gives full ammo, 200% armor, and all weapons but no keys
idkfa Very Happy Ammo (full ammo, 200% armor, all weapons & keys)
idmus Changes the music to a certain mission (followed by
episode and level number)
idmypos Displays your bearing and coordinates in hex
idspispopd No clipping (you can walk through walls)
