You wander through Hell with your Plasma Rifle in hand, attempting to search for your lost squad… The air reeks of rotting flesh and burning brimstone, as the screams of the damned invade your very ears. You hear a deafening roar echo through Hell, as you see a Baron of Hell hop down from a floating platform of stone…

“HUMAN!! How dare you enter MY domain!? I will feast upon your innards, and pick the tissue of your liver out of my teeth with your bones!”