It has been 3 years since the destruction of the huge demon that
masterminded the invasion of Earth. Your journey back home was almost
as difficult and bloodthirsty as your journey into hell, but you made
it. You had expected to be made a hero; after all, you had saved Earth
and all it's worlds from a fate worse than death. But it was not to be
that way.
Upon your return, you discovered that things had begun to change. The
UAC, deprived of some of it's key personnel, had become more secretive
and shadowy. You could swear that the Mars station's light levels were
lower than you remember them. . . Instead of briefings by the top
brass, troops were given datapads for their missions. Sometimes people
would go missing. . . Some of the other marines decided that they
would leave. Their ship blew up shortly after departure.
Recently, things have gotten worse. All remaining marines have been
confined to quarters for weeks, and contact with Earth has been cut
off for months. Some of your closest friends have started to disappear
Perhaps hell won the fight after all. . .
Then, one night, it is your turn. Your dreams suddenly turn to
nightmares, a Spider Mastermind strafing your body, it's manic
laughter the only thing you can hear ... As the last bullet pierces
your skin, your eyes blink open. Something is wrong. . . it seems even
colder and darker than it did before. . . Suddenly, everything goes
black. Fearing the worst, you reach under your bed for the pistol you
always keep there. Your chaingun and shotgun are in the other room,
but it is too late and too far.
Your sight begins to return to you. But where are you? You are in a
tiny brick room, a silver door the only way out. Tightening your grip
on the pistol, you open it and step through and prepare to discover
the purpose of this ... this Nameless Project.
