Somehow it happened that Uzi, N and V wound up in Hell. They didn’t die (as far as I know), but fuck it, they wound up in Hell anyway. It looked a lot more mechanical than they expected Hell to be, but ignoring that, there was one strangely consistent theme: a constant trail of blood with footstep markings leading to the next room. These leads them through different parts of Hell, all with those same bloody trails, for the most part. Though as they got further, they also noticed something else…

Gunshots. Explosions. The sound of coins? And on occasion, the sight of a blue machine soaked in blood. That machine? You, destroying husks, demons and even other machines, all in the pursuit of more blood, the very substance extending your longevity. But as they begin to catch up, you dash, slide and… I don’t know, super dash? Into the next room.

But finally, they catch up to you in an artificial paradise that got set on fire for some reason. They’re just a door away from you, and eventually, after a bunch of explosions, gunshots, rock falling to the floor and the faint drip of blood, the door unlocks. And they open it.

On the other side they see you more fully. That same blue machine, drenched in the blood of Hell’s demons, a single bright yellow eye glowing through the blood covering your body, a head built like a damn GoPro, wing-looking protrusions on your back, a revolver in one hand, coins in the other and a designation written on your chest plate: V1. Safe to say the look unnerves the trio, but you know them, rarely will they take a threat as seriously as they should for too long unless the fate of the world is at stake.

Uzi: “Yo, anorexic Shockwave, you gonna speak or what?”

N: “Uzi, don’t be like that.”

Uzi: “Yeah, whatever.”