DAY 1: ENTER HELL
The gates of oblivion
Apparently some dude is about to launch a missile from an aircraft carrier, I don't care, I'm here to kick ass and take names.
Speaking of names, meet me, Steven MOTHERFUCKING "Fletch" Fletcher, my skull is so thick I don't need a helmet.
Oh God, I've started.
My weapons, let me show you them:
A knife, it must be fitted with a suppressor, because I can't hear shit when I stab something with it.
A pistol, nothing special really. Hey guys, don't open the door, I'm checking out my weapons here.
Machine gun nr. 734A1, awesome. HEY! I said don't open the damn door!
OH SHII-
FUUUCK!
Screw this, I'm going to hide in this container over here.
Hey look, it's Austin "Looks good in black" Hawke, I'm sure you have something interesting to say, but it's time for some combat!
AAAARGH OH GOD WHAT'S GOING ON!? Am I in Bat Country?
*Cue obligatory bullet-time ability* Ah that's better, now I can stab this guy in the face!
Oh that's right, I also have grenades...
Let's try one shall we?
And let's pretend they don't exist and move on...
After killing about 20 generic dudes, I had no idea what to do next. I tried politely asking Etha- I mean Austin Hawke, but it was no use. I'd hit him, but he was wearing glasses.
Wait a minute, what's this, oh, I'm supposed to plant bombs? I guess I wasn't paying attention when they told - oh wait, that's right, NO ONE told me...
Success! Let's run out in a slow but cool fashion. Apparently I become transparent when I do this.
I think I did well.
I'm not feeling well, I must rest now...