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The blood was running down my face, mingling with the sweat that beaded there in the sweltering heat of Phobos. I sauntered down the long, dark corridor, gory corpses littering the charred ground beneath my heavy combat boots. In one hand, I held my trusty BFG9000, the warm metal reassuring in my calloused hands. The other hand carried an extra pack of ammunition, which I would surely need after I blasted the bejeezus out of some fucking zombie aliens. Over my head, the sodium yellow lights flickered weakly, casting strange, jumping shadows far down the hallway. But, hey, it was better than the darkness. Any small speck of light was comforting here in the lonely pits of this hell.

My greasy, blood-matted hair flopped into my eyes as I quickened my pace slightly. I had to get out of this shithole. Far down the corridor, a small patch of somewhat natural light caught my eye. The sky. It wasn’t blue, of course; the sky is always red in hell. A dusty, dingy red, like the drying blood of the rotting corpses of my enemies.

I followed the sight of the sky out into a small courtyard. A small, raised platform sat in the center of the courtyard, and on it floated the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I froze, my blood running cold in my veins. On that platform was a glowing, blue orb. On that orb was a face. An angry face. I was intrigued.

Moving closer, I noticed that it was engulfed in wispy blue flames in a constant dance around this globe of beauty. For I could see that for all its angriness and dancing blue flames, this strange orb knew what would please a marine.

I slowly skipped up to it, desire reaching its hot tentacles into the far reaches of my stomach. I stared into its deep, blue, angry eyes, and I could sense the desire emanating from their intense gaze. I let my BFG9000 drop out of my hand as I got even closer, almost overcome by desire. With my free hand I reached out and caressed its angry face, which didn’t change at all even as my longing increased by the second.

And then, I couldn’t stand it anymore. With fumbling fingers, I ripped off my standard military issue flak vest, baring my hairy, masculine chest. The orb’s face didn’t change, but I knew that deep inside, it would enjoy this as much as I would.

I slowly slipped my hands down the orb’s luminescent body, my eyes a flaming glow with the passion I felt at the moment. I could swear I heard a sharp intake of breath as my legs brushed against its lower orb area. In that angry face, I saw its eyelashes flutter briefly as it reveled in the sensations I was making run through its spherical body. My already quickly beating heart sped up its pace ten fold as he glanced over angrily at my exposed stiff manhood. Its eyes flashed with anger and desire.

I smirked in satisfaction at the obviously heightened state of arousal I was putting the orb in. Casting a quick glance at the orb’s face, I almost came then and there at the sight of its iridescent irritation, beautifully accentuated by the baking red sun. Deciding to drag out the agony even longer –my sense of foreplay was not close to being sufficiently satisfied– I trailed light feathery kisses up its curvy body. I hadn’t seen such curves since that hooker in Thailand.

"Oh, orb..." I purred out, snaking one of my arms around its back to massage the orb’s large, angry nose. In response, the orb remained angry.

Then, I got bored. And then I got hungry. So I decided to go mudkip hunting. I pulled on my clothes, picked up my BFG9000, and set off to find me some delicious mudkip ass for dinner. The orb’s angry blue eyes watched me all the way. Angrily.

FIN.

Description
The blood was running down my face, mingling with the sweat that beaded there in the sweltering heat of Phobos. I sauntered down the long, dark corridor, gory corpses littering the charred ground beneath my heavy combat boots. In one hand, I held my trusty BFG9000, the warm metal reassuring in my calloused hands. The other hand carried an extra pack of ammunition, which I would surely need after I blasted the bejeezus out of some fucking zombie aliens. Over my head, the sodium yellow lights flickered weakly, casting strange, jumping shadows far down the hallway. But, hey, it was better than the darkness. Any small speck of light was comforting here in the lonely pits of this hell.

My greasy, blood-matted hair flopped into my eyes as I quickened my pace slightly. I had to get out of this shithole. Far down the corridor, a small patch of somewhat natural light caught my eye. The sky. It wasn’t blue, of course; the sky is always red in hell. A dusty, dingy red, like the drying blood of the rotting corpses of my enemies.

I followed the sight of the sky out into a small courtyard. A small, raised platform sat in the center of the courtyard, and on it floated the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I froze, my blood running cold in my veins. On that platform was a glowing, blue orb. On that orb was a face. An angry face. I was intrigued.

Moving closer, I noticed that it was engulfed in wispy blue flames in a constant dance around this globe of beauty. For I could see that for all its angriness and dancing blue flames, this strange orb knew what would please a marine.

I slowly skipped up to it, desire reaching its hot tentacles into the far reaches of my stomach. I stared into its deep, blue, angry eyes, and I could sense the desire emanating from their intense gaze. I let my BFG9000 drop out of my hand as I got even closer, almost overcome by desire. With my free hand I reached out and caressed its angry face, which didn’t change at all even as my longing increased by the second.

And then, I couldn’t stand it anymore. With fumbling fingers, I ripped off my standard military issue flak vest, baring my hairy, masculine chest. The orb’s face didn’t change, but I knew that deep inside, it would enjoy this as much as I would.

I slowly slipped my hands down the orb’s luminescent body, my eyes a flaming glow with the passion I felt at the moment. I could swear I heard a sharp intake of breath as my legs brushed against its lower orb area. In that angry face, I saw its eyelashes flutter briefly as it reveled in the sensations I was making run through its spherical body. My already quickly beating heart sped up its pace ten fold as he glanced over angrily at my exposed stiff manhood. Its eyes flashed with anger and desire.

I smirked in satisfaction at the obviously heightened state of arousal I was putting the orb in. Casting a quick glance at the orb’s face, I almost came then and there at the sight of its iridescent irritation, beautifully accentuated by the baking red sun. Deciding to drag out the agony even longer –my sense of foreplay was not close to being sufficiently satisfied– I trailed light feathery kisses up its curvy body. I hadn’t seen such curves since that hooker in Thailand.

"Oh, orb..." I purred out, snaking one of my arms around its back to massage the orb’s large, angry nose. In response, the orb remained angry.

Then, I got bored. And then I got hungry. So I decided to go mudkip hunting. I pulled on my clothes, picked up my BFG9000, and set off to find me some delicious mudkip ass for dinner. The orb’s angry blue eyes watched me all the way. Angrily.

FIN.