So you've just been walking down the hallway of the enemy boss's lair . . .
. . .you've defeated countless enemies. Fought from the streets to the sewers, the amusement park to the skating rink, frozen wastelands to burning infernos. You've just beaten some of the hardest punks yet, you open the door and what is there? NO, not the evildoer and the cause of all the mayhem, smooth jazz and a heightened sense of gravity. What is it? You guessed it, the ELEVATOR OF DOOM!
Enemies falling from the ceiling only to be kicked off, doors bursting open on both sides allowing just the maximum weight limit of fighting the elevator can handle, being knocked off and losing an instant life, all for one moment and a well-placed enemy kick.
Back in the day, the Elevator of Doom was a staple in any brawler. Now it simply doesn't exist. Maybe it got tired. Weary of all the madness that occurred on it's sheet metal, carpeted floor. It held up for ages though. How come the wires never burst and had everyone fall their dooms, heroes as well as minions as well, the Overlord had lost so many anyways, why not just drop a couple more to end the problem? What about a bomb on the thing, or poison gas, or a trap door right in front of it to drop unsuspecting do-gooders? It doesn't really matter. Memories of that elevator will always be with me, though it has been deemed Out of Service.
Enemies falling from the ceiling only to be kicked off, doors bursting open on both sides allowing just the maximum weight limit of fighting the elevator can handle, being knocked off and losing an instant life, all for one moment and a well-placed enemy kick.
Back in the day, the Elevator of Doom was a staple in any brawler. Now it simply doesn't exist. Maybe it got tired. Weary of all the madness that occurred on it's sheet metal, carpeted floor. It held up for ages though. How come the wires never burst and had everyone fall their dooms, heroes as well as minions as well, the Overlord had lost so many anyways, why not just drop a couple more to end the problem? What about a bomb on the thing, or poison gas, or a trap door right in front of it to drop unsuspecting do-gooders? It doesn't really matter. Memories of that elevator will always be with me, though it has been deemed Out of Service.