DOOM’s success wasn’t hard to figure out. Playing on my uncle’s then-cutting-edge 486 Pentium, I remember catching glimpses of Imps shuffling in the shadowy pits of the Underhalls, their snarls echoing menacingly, and just how utterly terrified I was to jump down there and face them. I distinctly remember my dad coming home from his IT job at a major bank and chuckling about how badly his managers hated the game. Some offices and universities went so far as to write benevolent malware scripts to hunt down and purge the DOOM.exe from their business and research machines.Ī year later it happened again with DOOM II.
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It got so bad that several companies-Microsoft and DOOM creator id Software included-implemented “no DOOM” policies. Office productivity plummeted and 56k dial-up networks ground to a halt as impromptu deathmatches ate up the meager bandwidth the way a plasma rifle eats battery cells. The first episode shareware was inescapable, crouched like a hungry, ubiquitous succubus on 1 gigabyte hard drives across the nation. It was the satanic imagery and graphic violence of DOOM, and it wasn’t long before the game had slithered its way into our household. But the comparatively wholesome, professional Windows 95 environment of Math Blaster and Lotus 1-2-3 opened the door to something far more sinister than Super Mario, something that would make my devoutly religious mother seriously question her decision. While I sampled Mario and Ninja Turtles on the NES at an early age, my parents (particularly my mom) were determined that I would have a computer instead of just a game console-something I could do homework on. I cut my gaming teeth on the likes of Star Raiders and Pac-Man for the Atari 800, but DOOM is where I really got into the hobby.
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