As Doug stared out into the abyss, fresh from the hospital, he began to have flashbacks of his last experience in the bottom of the abyss. The heavily armored inhabitants, his mission to return to his home, and them beating him to near death. He was only a courier and he had only been gone for… he had no idea, but it was long enough for his home to collapse into the abyss. He stared down into it, and sighed a breath of hopeful exasperation. He had went and gotten a shotgun. Double-barrel, over-under, and it was his grandfather’s. He knew trading it off was a bad idea when he traded it off, but he decided to go ahead and do it anyways. He was equipped with his grandfather’s shotgun and a 9mm submachine gun that had the words “Tech N9ne” crudely scrawled into it.
As Doug began his descent into the darkness of the abyss, he remembered something from the last time. It had it’s own weather system at the bottom, and the storms were viscous enough t