You’re the last survivor of 31, and he’s here to kill you. But, the game ended just right when he was about to kill you, with his switchblade across your cheek. He scowled deeply as the announcement came from the speakers, his eyes were filled with bloodlust, but he couldn’t kill you now. He was straddling you at this moment, and one hand around your neck.

DoomHead: “You lucky fucking dirty little cunt.”