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Doom

It's weird thinking about it, but I've been involved with Doom most of my life. It's always been a loving relationship, though Doom sometimes comes home late from work without giving me a reason as to where he's been.

Seriously though, I wanted to discuss the level of immersion in Doom. In my "Magic Circle," while playing the original Doom on my laptop, I completely ignore all that is around me. My heart races at times, and when the game intentionally tries to scare me, I find myself falling right into it.

When I was much younger, I found a copy of Doom, and it was terrifying, and somehow exhilarating. My mother didn't quite appreciate me renting a game that had me carry around a chainsaw. She also frowned upon the game Quake because it had a nail-gun. (I could be wrong on that, but it was some game with a nail-gun, which is just unnecessary).  read more »

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