You go to the slipgate that leads to the weapons facility. Who knows, maybe you can find some way of destroying the portal that allows Quake to perpetually send reinforcements. If you were the cowering type, you wouldn’t have survived as long as you have. Take the battle to them, infiltrate the storage facility and take out as many of the bastards as you can. Gritting your teeth, you decide that you can either cower here, waiting for Quake’s forces to arrive, or you can Any means of escaping or defending yourself are gone.

All weapons and vehicles have been removed to reduce any military advantage that could be gained by taking the base. All personnel are ordered to proceed with evacuation procedure EVAC-44A.' Your heart sinks as you realize that the commander has ordered the base to be sealed to prevent Quake’s forces from infiltrating further into our realm. Peering closely at the glowing screen, you read the final orders from the base commander: 'Quake’s forces have infiltrated the weapons storage facility and are receiving reinforcements through slipgates located at the research center. The hum of a nearby computer terminal catches your attention. Readying your trusty shotgun, you begin a stealthy surveillance. In fact, it’s not just shellshock that makes it seem quiet, it’s the absolute absence of any life in a place that should be bustling with military activity. Despite your recent hellish experience, the strange quiet of the military base is more unsettling than comforting. Wearily, you look for some semblance of the life and sanity that you remember from the time before you heard the name ' Quake', but find only emptiness.

Leaving bloody footprints in your wake, you step away from the slipgate like a man emerging from a car wreck. In a flash of light and pain you emerge from the slipgate’s quantum vortex in the shiny-clean environment of a modern military base. Hoping for either paradise or oblivion, you step through the slipgate, gambling on its unknown destination. You find a blood-spattered slipgate, a strange juxtaposition of ultra-technology and medieval squalor. Exhausted, you stumble along, searching for an exit from this hellhole. Chunks of putrid flesh lie in piles throughout the subterranean cavern. The blood of Shub-Niggurath lingers in the air like a heavy mist.

Scourge of armagon