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I've said my part. If you gay niggers from outter space want to believe I groomed her from the start or that things got twisted between us or whatever go for it.
I was friends with puka, I saw a lot of my younger self in her, things fell apart for reasons that have already been discussed at length, I won't lie I felt pretty raw after the fact, I started a fwb things with some completely insane e-girl and when she started getting manipulative I mentioned I was friends with Puka before bailing on her in hopes she's try to use that against me and than proceeded to manipulate, troll, and emotionally decimate her for a few months because I really hate women that try to use "Love" to hurt vulnerable men, she proved that she's human shit, and most importantly it was fun and easy. The drama and the lore between me and puka getting attention is just the fallout of my fun little crusade against Cewl.
If you want another multiple choice answer hang on, the Doom character gets exhausting but I'll do it for my adoring fans... -deep breath-
So there I was, sitting on my throne, giving audience to my senators and noblemen and hearing requests, and as always I was being a ruthless dictator, showing my people little to no sympathy and denying every request that did not personally benefit me. Eventual one senator walked up to in silence, no greeting, no bow, just intense eye contact...
Before I could even register that something was wrong he pulled out a pugio and stabbed me in the gut. I reacted immediately and pulled out my decorated gladius and with one ruthless swing I severed jugular and as he fell to the ground I jumped from my seat to witness several of those I thought were loyal to me charging at me, swords drawn and I fended them off to the best my abilities, I slew and incapacitated them each as they came within the range of my death blow, but sword combat is never like it is portrayed in the movies, several of their weapons had made contact with me, and I was wounded pretty significantly. As I looked up I saw my most loyal and significant friend, sword drawn. At first I thought she was there to help me in my moment of need, to save me, I soon saw it in her eyes... A cold malice, an unforgiving hatred and behind that, a great sadness over what she knew she was about to do....
At that moment, the adrenaline left me and I could feel how much pain I was truly in, and not just the physical pain. I look back up at her and with eyes full of sorrow I asked the only thing that came to mind, "Et tu, Puke?" as I dropped my only means of defense knowing full well that even if I was in a position to fight back I could never bring myself to raise a blade to my closest and dearest friend, even in a moment such as this.
As my bloodied blade clanged against the stone floor she charged me, hacking and slashing with her blade, the fury eventually giving way to the sorrow we both shared, as the memories of all our good times flooded her minds eye she kept slashing, each hit landing softer than the last.
When she knew I was but a corpse she walked away holding back tears. A concerned citizen saw her covered in the blood of her old friend and an empty expressionless face and asked what all the commotion was and she just responded with "The Doom guy is no more."
The moral of this story? Don't forget that you can't actually kill Doom. I'm eternal baby!
https://youtube.com/watch?v=24W_dmJIqfA