This isn't the first time Dave's been dropped into the killzone, where Hell and Earth meet. Again and again, he's crashed down into the ground like an angry comet, clad in his living armor, with his shotgun, Bielebog, primed and ready.
Time and again, Dave's waded knee-deep through the dead, riding on the adrenaline wave, halfway baked out of his mind. Except, Dave's had enough.
He's died, fought and rampaged one too many times.
He's gotten sick and tired of being a berserker.
This time, Dave knows, will be the last time.
This isn't the first time Dave's been dropped into the killzone, where Hell and Earth meet. Again and again, he's crashed down into the ground like an angry comet, clad in his living armor, with his shotgun, Bielebog, primed and ready.
Time and again, Dave's waded knee-deep through the dead, riding on the adrenaline wave, halfway baked out of his mind. Except, Dave's had enough.
He's died, fought and rampaged one too many times.
He's gotten sick and tired of being a berserker.
This time, Dave knows, will be the last time.