THE LEGEND OF THE FIVE ZONES!


DAY ONE: HOUR 5:20

*BZZZT* your comm crackles in your large ear. "Come in Sgt. Hoppsy!*" barks a booming voice. It's the General!

* In my canon, after nearly dying defeating the boss at the end of Doom 2, the Doom Guy was brought back to 
life through immediate operations with the only resources available: a stockpile of medkits, and the remains 
of his pet bunny, Daisy, resulting in him being a freakish human/bunny mutant. He hasn't been the same since.


"What is it, sir?"

"We need to send you on a special operation to-"

With a grunt and a crunch of a carrot you were nibbling on, you cut him off. "Sir, with all due respect, you
know I only accept to go on missions where only my experience with demon fighting is NECCESARY. You know how I
hate going outside as I am now!"

"I understand, Hoppsy, but this IS something we need to call you in for. We've already lost a whole squadron of
soldiers, Commander Scrapson*, and Duke, my pet orangutan."

* Look out for Prequel To The Five Zones: Commander Scrapson's Journey! (aka pttfzcsj.wad), TBA in 2019


"I'm sorry to hear that sir. Especially about Duke. But how does this concern me?"

"I'm going to to tell you, Hoppsy! We don't know exactly what forces managed to take out all our men, but we
still have quite a lot of information from our scouts, and it's grim. We've discovered that an old Phobos base
was overrun by the hellspawn, ages ago, and turned into hellzones. Specifically... FIVE hellzones!"

"Five?! My god! I've only ever seen at most three hellzones at once! How could the demons have created such a 
powerful terraformation?"

"We don't know, except that they've had a lot of time alone, undisturbed... until now. A week ago, we were doing
practice recon for some new recruits on old ruined Phobos bases. A scientist accidentally miscalibrated the tele-
porter, and sent them straight to a forgotten biodome experiment! Thankfully, at the first reported sight of a
former human, the leader realized the mistake and ordered everyone back. That's when we sent in some experienced
scouts. Most of them perished horribly, but not before sending us back useful information. Due to the carnage
witnessed, we sent in an elite team of combatants to take out all the hellspawn they could, and reclaim the base
if possible. Nobody returned, and unfortunately my orangutan Duke had decided to go on the mission too..."


"Sir? Are youcrying, sir?"

"Hell no I am not! Shut up and listen, Sargent Hoppsy! You need to go to the Five Zone Biodome, wipe out any and
ALL demons, kick serious ass to whatever monsters killed my men and beloved pet, and take back the base for us!!"

"Yes, sire!"


A buzzing sound starts occuring in your suit.

"I'm faxing you a document* of compiled information about the current status of the biodome. There's a lot out
we don't know about what these demons have done, but this information should give you a lot of help."

* Please read THE FIVE ZONES.txt if you have not already!

"I got the document sir, although I accidentally got a papercut when trying to grab it with my paw."

"Speaking of that, how do you fire a gun without any opposable thumbs, Hoppsy?"

"I don't want to talk about it. It's not pleasent."


"Apologies soldier. Well, when you're ready, head over to the lab. We have a teleporter prepared to send you there.
Unfortuantely, the power required for the leap is so intense, we can barely send you alone, now. You'll have to find
your own way back. The biodome was an early tester for teleportation, so you should be able to find a large one to
send you back, and possibly a couple of teleports around the area, to help you get around."

"Thanks, sir. I'll be on my way shortly."

"General Blargfull Bunyip Bootlump out."

The comm crackles into your ear, emitting only static now that the other line closed. After pondering the ridiculous
name of your General, you suit up (an ardous process, for your misshapen body), grab a bucket of carrots to munch on,
your favourite pistol, and exactly 50 bullets*. You then strafe run over to the teleport lab. On the way though, you
feel like taking a nap. Slow and steady wins the race, eh?

* 50 is your favourite number. Coincidentally, the year is 5050, it's 5:50 on the clock, today is your 50th
birthday**, and it's been 50 days since you've turned into a wererabbit in the full moon and eaten a superior alive.

** Some of your fellow fighters would have held a birthday party, but after the last time somebody thought it was funny to 
"surprise" you with carrot cake for yet again, people just email you stupid stock cards.


DAY 1: HOUR 6:15

When you walk into the lab chamber, there's no need for announcing your presence. Workers could smell your rabbit stench
from a mile away. One scientist, obviously the one who pulled the short straw, walks up to you.

"Sir, if you follow me, we've got a teleporter charged up for you. Step right up. Try not to move too much, it'd be
unfortunate if the teleporter misconfigured your body in putting you back together- er!"

Your stare is more than enough to shut them up. Walking into the 64 by 64 space unit square depression marking the base
of the teleporter, you give a grunt and a nod signalling that you're ready.

A hum slowly starts up... then...

!!BEEP BOOP ZOOP WOOP!!


You find yourself in a drab, brownish room. A lift is to one side, a door to a different chamber with a gun suspicously
on a pedestal, and a locked door are your first sightings. You thump your back legs onto your comm switch, to test it.
Unfortunately, it seems to be broken. You're going to be alone until you find a way back home....

WHAT HAPPENS NEXT IS UP TO YOU!! PLAY FIVEZONE.WAD TO CONTINUE THE ADVENTURE!