BloodWave

WHAT A MESS. You grip your bolter pistol with white knuckles, staring at the carnage before you. Blood-soaked demonic hordes of all shapes and sizes fill the cavernous hall, in various states of dismemberment--both by your hand and theirs.You've fought well, to get here. Fought even harder to survive, now that you've reached the deepest pits. A deadly dance of energy blasts and fireballs, of missi…