Doomguy had never felt so pissed off in all his life. His blood was boiling as hot as the fiery depths of hell he was in.

He was hiding behind a rock, keeping out of sight of the demons that filled the area. His gun was clenched firmly in his hands. He was checking to make sure it was fully loaded, ready to deliver lead to those ugly bastards he was about to face.

The demons had stolen something important that Doomguy was to retrieve. He was going to have to face the deadly freaks in order to get it back, and he was all to happy to give them a couple of bullets in return.

Doomguy took a deep breath, readying himself to go batshit insane. He curled his finger around the trigger on his gun - then leapt into view a loud roar and opened fire.

The demons instantly swung around to face him - and some dropped dead as he shot them. Loud screeches filled the air as the ugly creatures darted towards the intruder. They weren't going to let him take what they had, nor were they going to let him leave with his life. They hurled themselves in his direction to attack him - only to fall out of the air as his bullets penetrated them.

Every demon he saw come at him, Doomguy was able to take out. All the rage he was feeling was helping him to kill them, wanting nothing more than them all to be dead so he could take what he had come for.

Soon, bloodied corpses of demons filled the place. Not a single was alive. Doomguy walked out from behind the rock he had been shielding himself behind. He kicked the dead bodies of the demons as he stepped over them - before reaching what he had come for. He swiped it up from where it sat, observing it from behind his mask.

It was a pack of ten bottles of alcoholic beverages.

Mission accomplished, Doomguy left the dead demons behind to take the goods he had recovered away. Off he went home to spend his evening watching home movies of his dead pet rabbit, Daisy, polishing his collection of dolls and drinking himself silly on the booze he'd saved until he got drunk.