Gonna be alright
I have recently been forced to realize a painful truth, and today am feeling kinda down.
I have AMAZING friends who care a lot for me and are wonderful. Even the source of the disappointment, I know he cares a lot for me, which is no small comfort.
I'm gonna be fine, though. I am writing to acknowledge an unsung hero in my life. One who picks me up when I'm down. One who has been there for me with a place for me to let out all my feelings - even longer than most of you have.
That's right. I'm talking about Doom II.
Ode to Doom II
My favorite childhood activity,
Roaming the dirt halls of
Earth distorted by Hell’s
Intruders.
I seared the flesh of
Demons in an attempt to
Save the world from hell.
I possessed the body of
My faithful Player 1 and could
Feel the backfire of my
Rocket launcher disrupt my
Balance and could smell
The rotting flesh of my bloody
Opponents.
I found contentment in the
Catharsis in seeing bare
Bones of exposed demon flesh.
The retro 3-D graphics immersed
Me in an entire world of Hell’s
Inhabitants. I sensed the demons
Around me and could hear their
Footsteps coinciding predictably
With the distinctive roaring.
Each enemy had a specific
Sound, some sounded like they were
Sleeping standing up, some sounded
Like they were being tortured. I knew
Each one’s sound by heart and heard
Them in my dreams as I slept.
As I played each level over
And over again, though I’d memorized
Every enemy in every corridor,
Anytime mother asked
“What would you like for dinner?”
my heart skipped a beat.
I was so on edge, every muscle in my body
Completely focused on the task at hand -
Must get to the exit.
Instinctually, I reacted to every move.
I knew each sound and every note of the
Simplistic midi music and any sound that
Differed from that I knew and understood
It’s meaning.
ID Software, your game was genius.
I knew every level by heart as well as every code.
I knew exactly how to get to each key and each
Exit.
I just wish I knew what that last demon
In that last level - (that I always had to use
IDCLIP to beat) said. I could never understand
The poor sound quality of potential speech - not
Above the music - not above the sound of it
Spitting out demons at me.
My juvenile wanderings of your brilliantly
Violent game delighted me. Long after
3-D graphics evolved past that, long after my other
Games wore out, long after midi-quality was an insult
I still love you.
Doom 2, until I meet my tomb, you too, will
Always be loved.
I have AMAZING friends who care a lot for me and are wonderful. Even the source of the disappointment, I know he cares a lot for me, which is no small comfort.
I'm gonna be fine, though. I am writing to acknowledge an unsung hero in my life. One who picks me up when I'm down. One who has been there for me with a place for me to let out all my feelings - even longer than most of you have.
That's right. I'm talking about Doom II.
Ode to Doom II
My favorite childhood activity,
Roaming the dirt halls of
Earth distorted by Hell’s
Intruders.
I seared the flesh of
Demons in an attempt to
Save the world from hell.
I possessed the body of
My faithful Player 1 and could
Feel the backfire of my
Rocket launcher disrupt my
Balance and could smell
The rotting flesh of my bloody
Opponents.
I found contentment in the
Catharsis in seeing bare
Bones of exposed demon flesh.
The retro 3-D graphics immersed
Me in an entire world of Hell’s
Inhabitants. I sensed the demons
Around me and could hear their
Footsteps coinciding predictably
With the distinctive roaring.
Each enemy had a specific
Sound, some sounded like they were
Sleeping standing up, some sounded
Like they were being tortured. I knew
Each one’s sound by heart and heard
Them in my dreams as I slept.
As I played each level over
And over again, though I’d memorized
Every enemy in every corridor,
Anytime mother asked
“What would you like for dinner?”
my heart skipped a beat.
I was so on edge, every muscle in my body
Completely focused on the task at hand -
Must get to the exit.
Instinctually, I reacted to every move.
I knew each sound and every note of the
Simplistic midi music and any sound that
Differed from that I knew and understood
It’s meaning.
ID Software, your game was genius.
I knew every level by heart as well as every code.
I knew exactly how to get to each key and each
Exit.
I just wish I knew what that last demon
In that last level - (that I always had to use
IDCLIP to beat) said. I could never understand
The poor sound quality of potential speech - not
Above the music - not above the sound of it
Spitting out demons at me.
My juvenile wanderings of your brilliantly
Violent game delighted me. Long after
3-D graphics evolved past that, long after my other
Games wore out, long after midi-quality was an insult
I still love you.
Doom 2, until I meet my tomb, you too, will
Always be loved.