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‘Brutal Doom’ Brings the Most Man-tastic Violence You’ll See Today (VIDEO)

Brutal Doom
Um... it's not how it looks, officer.

Doom aficionados will be familiar with the mod Brutal Doom. For those of us who thought there wasn’t quite enough effing violence in the game already, this was the answer. Do we want flowery, girly, as-seen-on-Lifetime TV-commercials games? No, no we don’t. Nuts to that.

With Brutal Doom, it’s now a shitstorm of gore and swirling bullets that rivals the last half hour of Commando. And that’s something we can get on board with. Doom daddy John Romero himself once told IGN that, if released in 1993, the modded version ‘would’ve destroyed the game industry.’ That’s the kind of balls-out badassery we’re dealing with here.

The project has been ongoing since 2010, and is still finding new and brilliant ways to disgust and delight. Developer SGtMarkIV brings us this footage of v20, and it’s just as charming as ever. Stray limbs and other bloody chunks of beast-flesh fly about as usual, but what’s more important is the aftermath.

‘On v19 the dripping blood always looked the same and had an annoying sound. Now the blood will drip in different amounts depending of how much blood has hit the ceiling, and with much better new sounds,’ quoth SGtMarkIV. So, drippy blood sound enthusiasts, this one’s for you. Check it out, if you're of stout heart and steely scrote. And, y'know, in company that won't object to this sort of thing.

Via Kotaku.

Doom: Still the Demon-Dusting Daddy

Legendary shooter Doom first arrived in 1993. It marks gaming’s first foray into first person shooter territory, and was ridiculously, work-grinding-to-a-halt-ingly popular. Geeks the world over failed to bathe for days, their bleeding eyes transfixed by the screen. Its legacy lies not only in contributing to a worldwide body odour epidemic, but in popularizing certain gaming elements now taken for granted.

Doom LogoYou take the role of Mr. Anonymous Badass Space Marine (We’re not on a first name basis, alas. He shunned my advances. After all the flowers, chocolates and Barry White CDs, too). A routine tedious assignment on the Martian moon of Phobos goes pear-shaped, leaving one almighty shitstorm to be dealt with. A portal to Hell opening, it transpires, is rather a big deal. Not to mention completely beyond a few ragtag troopers with pistols. Soon, only Mr. ABSM remains. He’s the manliest man in the history of manly men, though (as you can see from his GRRRR portrait on the HUD), and so opts to take on the unholy hordes alone.

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