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A citadel somewhere in Europe breaks out into chaos, as you were told by your superior: Colonel Sanders, as he deep-fries some of his mouth watering Chicken. You know the drill, so why state it again? He sends you off with your necessities (the Beer and Nachos), and escorts you to your flight to England, and you salute the Colonel, before you go into the plane to your seat.
Once you arrived, you made your way to the Citadel, which has no living space whatsoever, so you figure: "Big Deal.", until screams of pain are heard, along with chainguns and rockets. You strap on your gear and head into the Citadel, or should I say: Cita-DEATH!?