Twenty years since Sam “Serious” Stone first blew a hole through Mental’s horde at the Dunes of Dread.

Sam looked at the metallic armature humming in the lab. “Looks like a toaster on steroids.”

At the core of KV-20, a giant hologram of Mental laughed. “Twenty years, Stone. You’re not even human anymore.”

First mission: Planet KV-20, the Laughing Moon.

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.