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Would you eat me if you were starving?

So yeah. Been procrastinating on the Blog posts. It is a mix of sickness/cleaning/Doom 3.

I'm not sure how many have actually played Doom 3. It is quite possibly the scariest fucking thing I have ever experienced in my life. It's like subjecting yourself to a terrific haunted house. I can't play it like any other normal human being though. When I play, the room has to be completely dark. I have to have my four point sound system with subwoofer on. I can't have any music on: just the sounds coming from the game.

It puts me on edge. If I had a gun sitting next to my computer while I was playing, and someone barged into my room trying to scare me I would shoot them and ask questions later.

The game is a test of one's sanity. The whole premise is that you are a Marine on Mars and the company you work for has found a way of teleporting into Hell. As if this doesn't lead to a far from stellar happy ending, they figure, "Shit, let's not try and put Lucifer in a cage!" Suffice to say, it's not a place you take the kids to go for a vacation.

You only have a gun, a flashlight, and the desire to whipe Lucifer's ass straight back to Hell. Keeping in mind that you can't use the gun and flashlight at the same time. Muzzle fire might be the only guide you have.

Zombies are everywhere, demons snarl and slash at you from the darkness that pervades the posessed outpost. None of that scares me as much as two instances in this game. Sometimes spirits, or disembodied demons, or something will randomly talk to you.

At one point one of them whispers into your ear, "Follow me." If you are keen and take a look at the ground bloody footprints trail you to a door, to which you go down a hallway. At the end of the hallway is a locked door, but your vision goes red and the voice comes back. "They took my baby" it says, and a mind splitting baby cry comes from across the boundaries of Heaven and Hell and right onto the physical plane.

This made my stomach knot. But the worst was yet to come. You become privy to exactly what did happen to the babies. It's not explained who is responsible, but at one point I'm going down a hallway and a toddlers head appears from down the end of the hall. Dragging its normal upper torso into view, I'm shocked to see monsterous wings and the lower body of what looks like an insent. It screams leaping at me. Two shots of a shotgun and its nothing more than a smear on the ground.

I would like to consider myself quite open about games and their use of graphic content. I do, however, feel the desire to comment on what will games become in a couple more years? Doom 3 on my system is very life like. Granted, I can still tell it is a game, but what is it going to be like when it is as real as watching me hack someone's body up?

I'm not saying that this is something that is going to lead to insanity or any of the like, but I can definately tell you that Doom 2 was an easier play for me than Doom 3 has been. The game is such a shock to my system. It is quite possibly the scarriest thing I have ever experienced. No book or movie has ever made me feel the way I do when I have spent a good hour or two playing this game - if I can get that far.

I'm still itching to play though. What does that say about me?