Doom stretched his arms, for the first time in centuries, he had a good sleep. He looked at his new house, it was basic, and crude, but he built it with little to no knowledge, so it was to be expected.
He moved to his closet, were he stashed his armour. He knew no one could wear it due to the facial recognition software. He looked down at the chest plate, and noticed a smudge on were his heart would be.
He rubbed it away to reveal its words. It was his name. He recalled it now. He didn't know how he forgot, but he remembered, his name was Chad, and this was his Marine armour.
It survived alongside him, getting reforged by the endless bloodshed and heat of hell. Many of its original design was still their, like his name tag.
The first name wasn't their, it only showed his rank and last name. He chuckled at the last name, a name that was once known as a hero. Blazkowicz.
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Chad stepped outside, reveling in the sunlight. He still had a mission, but unlike the invasion of hell, it was more peaceful here.
Of course, this didn't mean he wasn't ready for anything. It's just he wasn't on a hair trigger now.
He looked back at the shack, and decided to wait until his enemies came to earth. Also, his house needed renovations.
A shudder went down his back when the wind moved his shirt. He looked down at what clothes he was wearing. It was the same shirt and pants he wore when he first started his battle against the horse of hell. It also smelled like the hordes of hell.
Shaking his head, he resolved to go into the city to buy new clothes.
His ho-do list was never this full before. Before, all it held was 'destroy all demons'.
He shook his head again, and decided to go the clothes first. He entered his house and removed the crusty clothes. He wasn't sure if it was worrying when the shirt audibly crunched.
He moved towards his armour and put it on, leaving his helmet. And left for NYC.
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The store was almost completely empty. The invasion from the alien threat was still thick in the air, with people too afraid to leave their house.
The only people inside was the workers and a guy in a menacing suit of armour.
Chad looked at the options, there were a few that had Captain America on it. But most held a randomness to it.
After searching for a few seconds, Chad chose a dimple black shirt and pants.
Turning to the bored employee, he ordered the pair of clothes.
"That will be six dollars and 78 cents." The worker droned, and Chad froze. He forgot money existed. But in his panic, he instinctualy reached into his pocket dimension and brought out anything he needed.
He looked down at the crumpled money, and facepalmed, forgetting he always kept at least ten dollars in his suit back before the demons.
He gave the ten dollars to the man, and left with the clothes.
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He returned home with the bag in hand and one less thing on his list.
He swapped the armour with his new clothes, and he left the house again, ready to do the thing he was sidetracked from going. Renovating his shack.
He started by taking a tree out of the ground, he laid the tree down and chopped the wood into logs for his shack.
And to make sure the logs won't get destroyed, he did something he never really did before. Experimentally, he tried to extract some of his power, argent, and it flowed.
The color was something he never expected. It was a shade of green. But he didn't dwell on it, he injected the energy into the logs, strengthening them.
Satisfied, he jammed four of the logs into the ground, chopping a fifth one into a doorway.
Nodding, Chad picked up the rest, and laid them down into walls. Then, he manipulated the energy he gave the logs to fuse each log with each other.
Finally, he grabbed the last logs, and he made planks by stripping the logs and chopping them, he built the roof and attached it to the house.
Now, instead of a shack, it was now a cabin.
He looked up, and was moody shocked that it was already sunset.
He shook his head, and he entered his house, looking the door, and slipping into bed, a plan for the next day.