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Doom story
Written by: Fredrik Olsson
Published: 05-03-20 22:06 |
Following is the storyline to Doom, the game that started the FPS genre and trapped millions of peoples worldwide in a virtual hell.
Who are you?
You're
a marine, one of Earth's toughest, hardened in combat and
trained for action. Three years ago you assaulted a
superior officer for ordering his soldiers to fire upon
civilians. He and his body cast were shipped to Pearl
Harbor, while you were transfered to Mars, home of the
Union Aerospace Corperation. The UAC is a multi-planetary
conglomerate with radioactive waste facilities on Mars
and its two moons, Phobos and Deimos. With no action for
fifty million miles, your day consisted of suckin' dust
and watchin' restricted flicks in the rec room.
Union Aerospace Cooperation - UAC
For the last four years the militaty,
UAC's biggest supplier, has used the remote facilities on
Phobos and Deimos to conduct varios secret projects,
including reaserch on inter-dimensional travel. So far
they have been able to open gateways between Phobos and
Deimos, throwing a few gadgets into one and watching them
come out the other. Recently however, the Gateways have
grown dangerously unstable. Military
"volunteers" entering them have either
disappeared or been stricken with a strange form of
insanity - babbleing vulgarities, bludgeoning anything
that breathes, and finally suffering an untimely death of
full-body explosion. Matching heads with torsos to send
home to the folks became a full-time job. Latest military
reports state that the reserch is suffering a small
set-back, but everything is under control.
A signal from Phobos
A few hours ago, Mars recieved a
garbled message from Phobos. "We require immediate
military support. Something fraggin' evil is coming out
of the Gateways! Computer systems have gone
berserk!" The rest was incoherent. Soon afterwards,
Deimos simply vanished from the sky. Since then, attempts
to establish contact with either moon have been
unsuccessful.
Your mission: Secure Phobos
You and your buddies, the only combat
troop for fifty million miles were sent up pronto to
Phobos. You were ordered to secure the perimeter of the
base while the rest of the team went inside. For several
hours, your radio picked up the sounds of combat: guns
firing, men yelling orders, screams, bones cracking, then
finally, silence. Seems your buddies are dead.
It's Up To You
Things aren't looking too good. You'll
never navigate off the planet on your own. Plus, all the
heavy weapons have been taken by the assault team leaving
you with only a pistol. If only you could get your hands
around a plasma rifle or even a shotgun you could take a
few down on your way out. Whatever killed your buddies
deserves a couple of pellets in the forehead. Securing
your helmet, you exit the landing pod. Hopefully you can
find more substantial firepower somewhere within the
station.
Your impending Doom...
As you walk through the main entrance
to the base, you hear animal-like growls echoing
throughout the distant corridors. They know you're here.
There's no turning back now. |
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