And trying to figure out who this Doom Marine was kept me motivated to slog through one of the toughest first-person shooter games I’ve played. You have some deep connection to the demons running amuck. You’re given every reason to think that you might not actually give a damn about people. You’re no longer just “the lone Marine trying to save humanity,” as in every previous Doom game. When demons invade the base, doors are locked down as a public address announcement declares “Demonic presence at unsafe levels,” because minor infestations are apparently part of an ordinary day in UAC research on Mars.Īs in Doom 3, a crazed scientist is responsible for the demons getting loose, and a high-ranking member of UAC is trying to seal the demons back into Hell, but what begins as a secret this time around is who you are. In fact, the company has been tapping into the energies coursing through it to power human technology. In this story the United Aerospace Corporation is perfectly aware of the existence of Hell. Things have already gone to hell on Mars when Doom begins, because in this retelling of the mythology, teleportation research didn’t accidentally open a gateway to Hell.
What surprised me about Doom was the degree to which its story was the animating force behind how voraciously I devoured the campaign. It will demand your respect and if you fail to give it, you will wind up a crumpled, bloody pile on the floor while Imps beat you to death with your own limbs. Any indecision will lead to a wet, chunky, spattering end. If you take too long to select your weapon, you’re dead. This perfectly describes the new Doom, as well. Players in 1993 learned quickly that the only way to survive Doom was to be as nakedly aggressive as possible, to clear rooms of possessed soldiers and demons and other Hellspawn as rapidly as they could, to slaughter everything before it had a chance to hurt you. The first time a Doom veteran sees the present-day versions of a 20-foot-tall Baron of Hell looming with brown satyr legs and huge goat horns, or a giant, red, floating Cacodemon with one huge eye and a gaping maw that could fit their entire body, that Doom veteran will probably feel the echoes of old fear. The new Doom, on the other hand, feels completely authentic.
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