The Doom Slayer awoke to a familiar sound—the guttural growls of demons, but something was wrong. As he rose from the cold, bloodstained ground, his vision blurred, he saw them. Not the demons he had slaughtered a thousand times before, but twisted, grotesque abominations, more horrifying than anything Hell had ever thrown at him. Their faces were warped, stretched into maniacal grins, eyes bulging out of their skulls—memes brought to life.

A hulking figure lumbered forward, a mutant version of a Cacodemon, its round body morphed into a nightmare fueled by internet chaos. Its eyes—once fierce and malevolent—now bulged with deranged glee, and atop its grotesque head sat a horned Viking helmet, crooked and rusted, as if mocking the legendary warriors of old. Behind it, a zombified soldier cackled—its helmet replaced with a giant Fwog head, dripping blood and twitching violently.

The Marine clenched his fists, his rage boiling over. These weren’t demons; they were something worse, twisted from the darkest corners of the web. There was no time to think—only time to rip and tear. He grabbed his shotgun, the familiar weight of it bringing comfort, but as he faced these new, bloodthirsty meme-beasts, he knew one thing:

Hell had gotten a whole lot weirder—and it was time to