This is a story, about five friends, who were ready to go to a Convention center this year. Before doing so, they went and bought some things from a Merchant, who sold High-Quality props, for a reasonable price.

Unaware of what they have really gotten themselves into.

Now, at first, it didn't seem so bad. That is, until they get whisked away from home, and landed in something they never thought possible; slaying a Horde of Demons pouring out of Tartarus, and taking down a Cult. Doing all of this for creatures that were thought of as Mythological. One by one though, at the end of the war, they all disappeared.

That is, until now.

The need of the Doom Marines have never been high since the "Hell Wars". Although, bringing one back is bad enough, especially if you're the one who locked him up in the first place.

But, if there's one thing a Doom Marine is good at, it's this: FIGHT. LIKE. HELL.

DO NOT own DOOM, or MLP:FiM. All credit goes to those who do own these. SPOILERS ahead, if you had not played the game yet.

If Displaced stories aren't your thing, don't read it.

Fair warning, I'm just putting it out now.