Well It Could Have Been The Apocalypse

In an Obscure Locker Somewhere
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Doom sat muttering in the cold cramped environment he had been inhabiting
for the past hour. He couldn't recall clearly what had happened he
remembered the theatre and he remembered being shouted at by Harris when he
ran in to what he presumed was the bridge it had all the important people he
then remembered sitting on the ground and muttering. The next thing he knew
was that he found himself in this locker. Unfortunately this had not helped
his state any more. "THE UNBELIEVERS DID THIS DIDN'T THEY! WELL I'LL SHOW
THEM THEY WILL BURN ATOP THE PILLARS OF ACHING SANCTITY MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
Doom looked about to see how to escape from the locker he then looked for
his knife and held it aloft "OH GODS OF DESTRUCTION PLEASE GRANT ME THE
POWER TO DESTROY THIS HOLDING PLACE I ASK THIS SO I MAY REAP THE SOULS AND
SEND ALL UNBELIEVERS TO BE SACRIFICED ON THE 18TH ALTER OF OMICRON
MWHAHAHAHAHA!" Doom then flung his knife towards the door where it
rebounded off and struck him hard on the head. Doom looked to the heavens
and muttered under his breath "Callous Bastards".
Doom then started screaming so depressing was his situation before slumping
to the ground and giving up. In a last great act of defiance he head butted
the door. The door clicked and swung open.
Doom jumped onto the floor and dusted himself down. Suddenly footsteps
approached the room and a voice called out "Who the hells making all the
racket".
But Who's room is decide now peeps There're souls to reap :)
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