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So you beat the demons on Phobos, Deimos, Earth, and even in Hell itself. But the UAC's operations have finally been stopped. The weapons research the corporation did left a lot of radioactive waste as byproducts, and the UAC set up waste facilities to dump the stuff. All of these facilities were believed to have been shut down, but the last, UAC Waste Facility #253, is on Earth's own Moon. After you defeated hell the final time, they retreated back to the Moon, where a small outpost has been made out of the facility.
But you're on vacation now. Nobody knows your name, nobody recognizes you. Which was good. You were expecting to be famous after your many battles, but you're glad it didn't happen. You're taking a little reprieve on the moon, but before you got there you had no idea of the final Waste Facility.
You step out of the ship with the other tourists and onto the Moon's surface. The tour guide herds everybody away from the looming building imprinted with the UAC logo. The tour guide's perky voice picks up and your thoughts drown her out. A low growl interrupts you and your hand flies to the butt of your faithful pistol. Damn! One of those brown bastards from hell! Your vacation hasn't dulled your reflexes, so you whip out your marine-issue pistol and shoot the imp until the magazine runs dry and the slide locks. Two more imps have already killed the rest of the tourists, but you whip out another magazine, reload, and blast them into gory lumps of mush.
The Facility must have become a demonic outpost. You have to exterminate the hellspawn before they can plan some sort of attack on Earth. Time to go back into action, one last time. You take a deep breath and take the teleporter into the UAC Waste Facility....
But you're on vacation now. Nobody knows your name, nobody recognizes you. Which was good. You were expecting to be famous after your many battles, but you're glad it didn't happen. You're taking a little reprieve on the moon, but before you got there you had no idea of the final Waste Facility.
You step out of the ship with the other tourists and onto the Moon's surface. The tour guide herds everybody away from the looming building imprinted with the UAC logo. The tour guide's perky voice picks up and your thoughts drown her out. A low growl interrupts you and your hand flies to the butt of your faithful pistol. Damn! One of those brown bastards from hell! Your vacation hasn't dulled your reflexes, so you whip out your marine-issue pistol and shoot the imp until the magazine runs dry and the slide locks. Two more imps have already killed the rest of the tourists, but you whip out another magazine, reload, and blast them into gory lumps of mush.
The Facility must have become a demonic outpost. You have to exterminate the hellspawn before they can plan some sort of attack on Earth. Time to go back into action, one last time. You take a deep breath and take the teleporter into the UAC Waste Facility....
