User Guide

the monsters by the hundreds, taking few losses.
As suddenly as it had begun, the invasion ended. The last flaming skull screamed
through, was hit by twenty simultaneous shotgun blasts, and the chamber was silent once more,
except for the dripping of blood. Hell had failed.
The research went on, more boldly, and less cautiously. All the marines received the
Silver Star from a grateful government, and the UAC made an enormous contribution to the
Veteran's Fund. The defensive positions were strengthened, and the marines watched closely for
another attempt, all their attention drawn inward towards the Gates. They were looking in the
wrong direction.
The Rain of Monsters
Hell knew more than one trick. Months after the Gate incident, the yearly supply ship
came ahead of time. On radar, the ship looked far larger than usual. And it was coming from the
wrong direction. Strange, but not inexplicable. The lax radar operators reported the ship's
approach, and personnel went out to the landing field to meet it. But it never landed. Instead, it
hovered over the base, miles in the air. The men and women looked up at it, and saw that
something was terribly wrong.
The ship could not have come from Earth. It was huge, kilometers long, and was built of
bone, steel, flesh, corruption, and death. It was a bio-mechano-magical construct from the depths
of Hell and It had come through space for its vengeance. Enormous doors, large as football fields,
irised open and hideous demons poured out, plunging to the ground and blanketing the entire
base with their throbbing, pulsing bodies. They were everywhere at once. The marines' defenses,
set up to prevent an attack from the direction of the Gate, were worthless. The monsters poured
through the sewers, the air vents, the hallways, everywhere, rampaging, corrupting, and feasting.
Once more, the surviving humans were left as zombified brain-dead monstrosities.
existing only to kill and kill and kill.
It's Up To You
Only one man escaped death or zombification. The marine commander. You. You
weren't at the base when the skies opened and devastation poured from the stars. You were
miles away, enjoying a walk across the moon's rough-hewn landscape. Then you heard a
snortling gurgle behind you, whirled, to face one of Them. The beings that still haunted your
nightmares. Your reflexes weren't dulled by your experences, and you pulled out your pistol and
blew the imp to gory shreds.
Hot-footing it back to the base, you saw it all and realized what had happened in a flash.
The demon ship still floated above the infested base. Your boys -- the men you'd trained to fight
and kill and die as no fighting man had ever been trained before -- were dead. You were not there
when it happened, to die with them.
Unlike the ancient Samurai, who chose to die with their men, you cocked your pistol. You
were going to kill for your men. And if you died trying, well, you were going to die anyway, some
day. Death at the fangs of demons might be the very worst way to die, but if they did manage to
get you, Hell would know it had been in a fight.
The Plutonia Experiment
After Hell's catastrophic invasion of Earth, the United States took steps to prevent such
an invasion from recurring. The old UAC corporation was refounded, under completely new
management (since the old trustees and stockholders were all dead, this wasn't much of a
problem), and sent to research tools and technologies to prevent such an incursion from
happening ever again.
Though the invasion had been stopped, and the remaining demons were gradually being
exterminated by mopping-up squads, it was clear that the powers of Hell remained strong. While
the Spider Mastermind and Baphomet seemed to no longer threaten, who knew what else lay
Outside? Waiting. Watching. Preparing.
The new UAC began working on quantum Accelerator devices, intended to close