Adam Thompson tumbled through a shimmering portal, landing in a war-torn alien cityscape. The sky glowed green, smoke curled from craters, and distant explosions rattled the ground. Hovering drones zipped overhead, scanning for threats, while armored aliens patrolled streets littered with debris.
Ah… guns. Projectiles. Explosions. Perfect.
He adjusted his coat, holstered twin pistols, and gave the faintest grin. Chaos… amplified. Magic… unnecessary. Gunfire… mandatory.
A Helldivers squad ran past, rifles blazing. Adam waved casually. One bullet ricocheted off a nearby metal beam, hitting an alien drone. The drone spiraled, crashing into a wall, knocking a crate onto another alien. Chain reaction… perfect.
A massive bug-like alien charged. Adam crouched, rolling under its legs. He fired a few quick shots, hitting the wall behind it. The ricochets struck two smaller aliens and a hovering drone, sending them spinning into a pile of crates. The resulting crash caused a fuel barrel to roll downhill—toward the next group of enemies.
Physics… optional. Spectacle… mandatory.
Nearby, a Helldiver tried coordinating grenades. Adam flicked a finger. One grenade slipped from the soldier's hand, bouncing off a crate, detonating in midair, and scattering alien troops like confetti.
"WHAT ARE YOU—?!" the soldier shouted.
Adam twirled his pistols, firing a few shots into an incoming group of alien walkers. The bullets ricocheted, striking fuel barrels, crates, and drones in perfect sequence. Sparks flew, explosions echoed, and aliens flailed helplessly in chaos.
Exactly.
A gigantic robotic Sentinel emerged, its glowing eyes scanning the battlefield. Adam grinned. Big target… bigger chaos potential.
He sprinted toward a stack of crates, flipping over a fallen mech, and kicked a barrel into the Sentinel's legs. The robot staggered, spinning violently and crashing into a hovering drone, which ricocheted into two aliens, toppling them in dramatic arcs.
Nearby, another squad of Helldivers tried to provide cover fire. Adam waved lazily. Their bullets ricocheted unpredictably, hitting drones, walls, and aliens in chaotic patterns, creating a fireworks display of projectile chaos.
An alien commander roared, calling reinforcements. Adam crouched, rolling between two crates, firing his pistols. Each shot ricocheted wildly, hitting three enemies, sparking barrels, and even striking a hovering alien ship, which tumbled and slammed into a building. The explosion was spectacular. Chain reaction… perfect.
A squad of alien mechs advanced. Adam sprinted toward a broken scaffolding, vaulting over a fuel barrel. He flipped in midair, landing a precise kick that knocked the nearest mech into the others, triggering a domino effect. Sparks flew, metal twisted, and alien soldiers scrambled for cover. Performance… unmatched.
Kratos's memory voice flickered briefly. Chaos… amplified… brilliant…
Adam spun, firing into a cluster of alien walkers. Bullets ricocheted unpredictably, hitting drones, fuel barrels, and even a hovering alien tank. Each impact caused small explosions, tossing enemies into each other in spectacular arcs.
Nearby, a fuel depot began leaking. Adam tapped a barrel with his boot. Sparks from nearby ricochets ignited the gas. The resulting explosion sent several aliens flying into each other, knocking over crates, collapsing scaffolding, and scattering reinforcements in chaotic disarray.
Exactly.
A massive alien Brute stomped toward him, fists swinging. Adam dodged effortlessly, flipping over debris, and fired a rapid volley into a nearby crate. The crate exploded, sending shards into the Brute, causing it to stumble, trip over a smaller alien, and crash into a building.
The battlefield had transformed. Smoke curled from wreckage, sparks flew, and aliens scrambled everywhere, all due to Adam's perfectly unplanned chaos. Helldivers tried to regain control, but bullets, explosions, and ricochets created a firework of chaotic destruction.
Adam reloaded, spinning his pistols lazily. Gunfire… absolute. Chaos… infinite. Performance… unparalleled.
Nearby, a squad of elite aliens attempted to flank him. Adam sprinted toward a fuel tank. Jump. Kick. The tank rolled, hitting a wall, exploding, and sending elite soldiers flying into a tangle of debris and smaller aliens.
Physical attack… optional. Gunfire… mandatory. Chaos… inevitable.
An alien dropship hovered, aiming its weapons. Adam fired a ricocheting shot. The bullet bounced off debris, hitting a drone, which crashed into the dropship, sending it spinning uncontrollably into a pile of aliens below.
Kratos's distant voice murmured faintly. Efficiency… optional. Spectacle… essential.
Adam crouched, surveying the battlefield. Aliens flipped, crashed, and scrambled. Fuel barrels exploded, crates toppled, and debris flew in arcs that could have been choreographed if anyone actually tried. Helldivers shouted, dodged, and flailed helplessly.
Entertainment… complete. Gunfire chaos… absolute. Battlefield… perfect.
A shimmering portal appeared at the edge of the city. Adam grinned. Another world… another stage… more gunfire chaos to orchestrate.
He sprinted toward the portal, leaving behind a city transformed into a firework of explosions, ricochets, and utterly chaotic destruction.
Gunfire… sufficient. Chaos… inevitable. Fun… mandatory.