There is something wrong with this room. High pizzicato strings and anticipating synths rise as that doll just moved? A door slams behind you and your fate is sealed.

Something will be done. Low synth pulses and clicking clocks portend the precipice of the point of no return. Ripping electric guitar riffs and chest-pounding percussion dominate the scene. It's almost time now. The trigger will be tripped. The Protocol that was foretold would be the first offensive strike back against the machines. And it's down to this moment.

Oh. It's you. We meet again. Ominous atmospheres, distant pianos, swirling SFX and massive percussion warn me it's time for another fight. The last fight. There won't be any doubt as LFO synths oscillate among glorious, action-packed, driving insanity. Just when you think the fight is over, the tides turn. The percussion intensifies, the battle is internal and eternal. The battle is mine.

Now you're all in big trouble. New gun, endless ammo and a bad attitude check, check and check. Gun clicks, huge drums, distorted screaming guitars and a synth pace just screams...time for the PAIN!