“What’s your favourite game?”
Nine times out of ten, when people find out what I do for a living, that’s one of the first things they ask. On the surface, it seems a simple question. Completely unassuming. Innocent even. But it isn’t really. It’s painful every time. I’m sorry, but I don’t have a favourite game, Person I’ve Just Met. I’ve far too many fond memories of far too many incredible games to drill it down to a single, clean answer. But every time I’m asked, memories of the original Doom are invariably the first images that enter my mind. Perhaps that in itself says something, even though it’s seldom part of my chosen response.
I must’ve played through Knee-Deep in the Dead, the first episode of Doom, hundreds of times. That’s no exaggeration. Every so often I randomly hum the theme tune from E1M1 to myself, entirely unprovoked. Doom is almost as much a part of my DNA as my penchant for spicy food, or the outrageously thick hair that ensures I hardly need a helmet to save myself from vicious, skull-cracking tumbles.
Why am I telling you this? Because there are many out there like me, for whom Doom represents a vital chunk of their finest gaming memories. So when I say that this new Doom is exactly what I wanted it to be, I hope you’ll appreciate the significance.