We don’t know about you, but your friends at Team Egotastic didn’t notice any portals to Hell opening in our backyards yesterday. Not that this counts for much. It wouldn’t be the first apocalypse we’ve missed due to getting pissed and passing out in the gutter.
Our point, though (and we do have one. Look out, here it comes now), is that we could have. It was a concern, a real concern. Because yesterday marked the twentieth anniversary of Doom. Yes indeed, those of us with our decrepit floppy disk of the game back in 1993 probably had no inkling of the phenomenon it would become.
This goretastic title is credited with singlehandedly popularizing the FPS genre. It wasn’t the first, admittedly. We’d been shooting hordes of Nazis in the ‘nads courtesy of Wolfenstein for a good while beforehand. But it was Doom that brought shooters into prominence; the way was paved for Halo, Call of Duty, Battlefield, all those contemporary blockbusters.
So thanks for your badassery, Anonymous Space Marine. We still love the Big Effing Gun, the shit-stained pants of the Baron of Hell and the many space base doors, which open with a metallic shriek like a robot prostitute’s orgasm. To celebrate, take a look at the delightfully nostalgic Doom tribute from Gggmanlives above.