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"You've fought your way out of the infested exterimental labs. It seems that UAC has once again gulped it down. With their high turnover, it must be hard for poor old UAC to by corporate health insurance nowadays.. Ahead lies the military complex, now swarming with diseased horrors hot to get to their teeth into you. With luck, the complex still has some warlike ordnance laying around."

"You hear the grinding of heavy machinery ahead. You sure hope they're not stamping out new hellspawn, but you're ready to ream out a whole herd if you had to. They might be planning a bloodfeast, but you feel about as mean as two thousand maniacs packed into one mad killer. You don't plan to go down easy."

"What now? Looks totally different. Kind of like King Tut's Condo. Well, whatever's here can't be any worse than usual. Can it? Or maybe its best to let sleeping god's lie.."

"Time for a vacation. You've burst the bowels of Hell and by golly you're ready for a break. You mutter to yourself, maybe someone else can kick Hell's ass next time around. Ahead lies a quiet town, with peaceful flowing water, quaint buildings, and presumably no hellspawn. As you step off the transport, you hear the stomp of a Cyberdemon's iron shoe."

"The vista opening ahead looks damn familiar, smells familiar, too -- like a fried excrement. You didn't like this place before, you sure as Hell ain't planning to like it now. The more you brood on it, the madder you get, hefting your gun, an evil grin trickles onto your face. Time to take some names."

"Suddenly, all is silent, from one horizon to the other. The agonizing echo of Hell fades away, the nightmare sky turns to blue, the heaps of monsters corpses start to evaporate along with the evil stench that filled the air. Jeeze, maybe you've done it. Have you really won? Something rumbles in the distance. A blue light begins to glow inside the ruined skull of the Demon-Spitter."

"You gloat over the steaming carcass of the guardian. With its death, you've wrested the accelerator from the stinking claws of Hell. You relax and glance around the room. Damn! There was supposed to be at least one working prototype, but you can't set. The demons must have taken it. You must find the prototype, or all your struggles will have been wasted. Keep moving, keep fighting, keep killing. Oh yes, keep living, too."

"Even the deadly Arch-vile labyrinth could not stop you, and you've gotten to the prototype accelerator which is soon efficiently and permanently deactivated. You're good at that kind of thing."

"You've found the second hardest level we got. Hope you have a saved game a level or two previous. If not, be prepared to die aplenty. For master marines only."

"Betcha wondered just what the hardest level we had ready for ya? Now you know. No one gets out alive."

"You've bashed and battered your into the heart of the devil-hive. Time for a search-and-destroy mission, aimed at the Gatekeeper. Whose foul offspring is cascading to earth. Yeah. He's bad, but you know who's worse! Grinning Evilly. You check your gear, and get ready to give the bastard a little hell of your own making!"

"The Gatekeeper's evil face is splattered all over the place. As its tattered corpse collapses, An inverted gate firms and sucks down the shards of the last prototype accelerator, not to mention the few remaining demons. You're done. Hell has gone back to pounding bad dead folks instead of good live ones. Remember to tell your grandkids to put a rocket launcher in your coffin. If you go to Hell when you die, you’ll need it for some final cleaning-up..."

"You are at the corrupt heart of the city, surrounded by the corpses of your enemies. You see no way to destroy the creatures entryway on this side, so you clench your teeth and plunge through it. There must be a way to close it on the other side. What do you care if you've got to go through Hell to get to it?"

"To win the game, you must kill me, John Romero!"

"The horrendous visage of the biggest demon you've ever seen crumbles before you, after you pump your rockets into his exposed brain. The monster shrivels up and dies, its thrashing limbs devastating untold miles of Hell's surface. You've done it. The invasion is over. Earth is saved. Hell is a wreck. You wonder where bad folks will go when they die, now. Wiping the sweat from your forehead you begin the long trek back home. Rebuilding Earth ought to be a lot more fun than ruining it was."

"[Describing the Pain Elemental] What a name. And what a guy. Killing him is almost as bad as letting him live."

"[Describing the Spiderdemon] You guess the Arachnotrons had to come from somewhere. Hi, mom. She doesn't have a plasma gun, so thank heaven for small favors. Instead, she has a super-chaingun. Crap."

"You cackle as the familiarity of the situation occurs to you. The gateway to the Demons domain was too accessible. You realize the demons mock you with their invitation. It does not matter... The demons spawn like rats and you have the grade AAA U.A.C. poison they crave. Your bloodthirsty scream shatters the teleport haze. Once again you find yourself amidst..."

"What the !@#%* is this!"

"Finally... The mother of all demons is dead! The blood pours from your eyes as you stand in defiance. As the only marine to endure the slaughter— you decide to remain in Hell and ensure no demon ever rises again."

"Your fatigue was enormous, the price for encountering pure evil. Hell was a place no mortal was meant to experience. Stupid military doctors: their tests and treatments, were of little help. In the end, what did it matter - it was all classified and sealed. The nightmares continued. Demons, so many Demons; relentless, pouring through."

"A long forgotten relay satellite barely executing, decayed by years of bombarding neutrons, activates and sends its final message to Earth. The satellites message was horrific, from the planetary void there came energy signatures unlike anything sampled before. The classified archives are opened. The military episodes code named "DOOM" were not actually completed. A single entity with vast rejuvenation powers, masked by the extreme radiation levels, escaped detection. In its crippled state, it systematically altered decaying dead carnage back into corrupted living tissue. The mutations are devastating. The Demons have returned even stronger and more vicious than before. As the only experienced survivor of the DOOM episode, your commission is re-activated. Your assignment is clear: MERCILESS EXTERMINATION."

"Trouble was brewing again in your favorite vacation spot... Hell. Some cyberdemon punk thought he could turn Hell into a personal amusement park, and make Earth the ticket booth. Well that half-robot freak show didn't know who was coming to the fair. There's nothing like a shooting gallery full of Hellspawn to get the blood pumping. Now the walls of the demon's labyrinth echo with the sound of his metallic limbs hitting the floor. His death moan gurgles out through the mess you left of his face. This ride is closed."

"They are rage, brutal, without mercy. But you. You will be worse. Rip and tear, until it is done."

"Who's a man and a half? I'm a man and a half! A berserker packin' man and a half!"

"I'm cookin' with gas! I've gotta handful of vertebrae and a headful of mad! Yeah. That's your spinal cord, baby! Dig it! Who's the man? Im the man. I'm a bad man! How bad? Real bad! I'm a 12.0 on the 10.0 scale of badness! Don't need a gun... Guns are for wusses!"

"Rip and tear rip and... TEAR RIP AND TEAR... RIP AND TEAR YOUR GUTS! YOU ARE HUGE! THAT MEANS YOU HAVE HUGE GUTS! RIP AND TEAR!"

"Ahhh! Chainsaw! The great communicator! Allow me to communicate to you my desire to have your guns!"

"At this particular moment in time I don't believe I have a healthier or more peeply- felt respect for any object in the universe than this here shotgun...."

"You're stupid! And you're gonna be stupid and dead!"

"Dig the prowess, the capacity for violence! I'm the man! I'm superbad!"

"Imps? Zombies? You think you can get me?!? Wait, maybe they don’t think. Well I do! And I think you’re dead!"

"Now I'm radioactive! That can't be good!"

"Why can't we find a way to safely dispose of radioactive waste and protect the environment? Even if I personally stop this alien invasion, what kind of planet will we be leaving to our children? And our children's children, and... Oh, the humanity!"

"Sweet Christmas! Big-mouthed floating thingies!"

"Death surrounds me. Yet in my head I hear something that sounds like angels! Lo, I have found the holy grail of firepower! Mine eyes can but weep as they bear witness to the majesty... The BFG 9000!"

"My cause is just... My will is strong... And my gun is very, very large!"

"Victory is mine! Yet, earth remains besieged by creatures unspeakably foul. It will take a strong man to bring the light of freedom back to this planet. A strong man with the biggest, baddest gun in the world! Amen to that."

"His sound would cause great fear during my gaming sessions. Upon discovery of this character I felt frozen watching him methodically reanimating his brethrens one by one. Carefully he walked to each of the fallen corpses summoning his endless energy into the once lifeless body calling upon it to walk again. The feeling of helplessness combined with a shear state of panic had set in. If left unattended he would resurrect all of the characters I had painstaking silenced one by one. If I was to confront him, I was surely to become engulfed in flames and loose all sense of direction looking for the nearest corner to block his line of sight. If unsuccessful in my search for shelter, I would be dealt with swiftly and forcibly by a power so great I would surely be catapulted high in the air and my lifeless body left to fall to the floor. I'm talking about no other then the Arch-Vile of Doom II."

"Carmack: On the thematic side of things, I pushed certainly for the demonic aspect of it. That's still something that I feel good about, looking back: In later games and later times, when games get attacked with some of the moral ambiguity or actual negativity about what you're doing, I always felt good about the decision that in Doom, you're fighting demons. There's no gray area here, it is black and white, you're the good guys, they're the bad guys and everything that you're doing to them is fully deserved. There was the little bit of undercurrent, especially when I was younger and I was a bit more aggressive. I think at one point, I said it was fun offending the easily offended. Poking at the fundamentalists was at least a sub-current of picking the demons, and the pentagrams, and the goat's heads and all the things in there. So I was certainly supportive in pushing that but obviously all the actual instantiations of them were done by the artists, Kevin and Adrian."

"Carmack: I am greatly proud of the fact that Doom is one of those things where everything that has a 32-bit processor has had Doom run on it, and I think that's been one of the great aspects of having it be open source, having everything out there means that people have maintained that and kept it up to date."

"Thematically, Doom was viewed as 'Aliens' meets 'Evil Dead 2'."

"There is a scene in 'The Color of Money' where Tom Cruise shows up at a pool hall with a custom pool cue in a case. 'What do you have in there?' asks someone. 'Doom.' replied Cruise with a cocky grin. That, and the resulting carnage, was how I viewed us springing the game on the industry."

"In 1993, we fully expect to be the number one cause of decreased productivity in businesses around the world."

"I remember playing Doom 'til 3 o'clock in the morning. It was the first time I had ever been frightened while I was using a computer. And it really opened my eyes - experiences like that are why we play computer games."

"Those seeking the ultimate in home demon protection can now protect their plane of existence with a double-barreled, pump-action combat shotgun that blasts more holes than Mobil Oil."

"This ultimately wonderful classic is truly the most inspirational first-person shooter ever created, and if you had to choose between Doom and another game, I don't care what it is, Doom would always be the winner."

"Picked up a medikit that you REALLY need!"

"Don't interrupt me."

"Playing this game for one hour may be acceptable. Playing for many hours could be cause for anxiety and/or depression. Playing for hundreds of hours is getting you ready to take action against anyone who gets in your way."