Sam was older now, slower — his boots scuffed, his double-barrel shotgun still loyal but creaking. Mental hadn’t rested. New legions poured from black rifts: techno-organic horrors with plasma cannons for eyes.
Teknosam 2.0 activated. His mind — still gruff, still sarcastic — now piloted a sleek black-and-chrome chassis. Miniguns folded from his shoulders. A cannon grew from his right arm. teknosam 2 0 serious sam 20
The Earth Defense Council had one solution: Project Teknosam. Sam was older now, slower — his boots
Sam cracked his neck. “Fine. But if I start beeping, you’re yanking the plug.” Teknosam 2
“See you in another 20, you ugly bastard.”
Twenty years since Sam “Serious” Stone first blew a hole through Mental’s horde at the Dunes of Dread.
He ripped a power core from the wall, overloading his own systems.