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Courtney Stodden Is On The Verge Of A Wardrobe Malfunction – Celebuzz |
 I Never Thought I'd Love Sports Bras This Much – The Chive | |
| Kesha Rolls Out With Her Booty Out – The Superficial | |
| Olivia Munn Sizzles In Esquire – Popoholic | |
| Miley Cyrus and Rihanna Making Out? – TMZ | |
| Angelina Jolie's Nude Photo Auctioned Off – Huffington Post |
There’s nary a pixel of Doom that isn’t remarkably iconic. This 1993 horror shooter was the catalyst of all manner of gaming gunplay and uber-violent shenanigans, casting its malevolent influence over gaming’s future to an almost peerless extent. The plaintive, guttural bellows of the Imps (and those pink bastards, the names of which elude me) ingrain themselves on the subconscious; as does the sepulchral shriek of the doors. The latter in particular, akin to the sound of a mouse attempting to give birth to a rhinoceros, is responsible for a world record of retro-gasms. A fledgling bastion of the controversy that still beleaguers adult gaming; the killjoys never did appreciate the unrivaled glory of aiming rockets into the nucleus of a humongous, deformed floating nutsack. Satanic, gore-infused family funtimes.
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