I'll never forget in a particularly long session of playing Doom, I was about to jump from one platform to another. A rocket exploding in my face caused both my son and I to simultaneously jump and scream which in turn resulted in the launching of my wife's tea! She is now my ex wife but happily both my son and I still play Doom I and II. I remember playing Doom while my teenage son watched over my shoulder and my wife sat quietly reading and drinking tea. Here is a selection of your comments on Doom and your memories of playing the ground-breaking game. So good was the port, in fact, that it even made the Jaguar look good. Sure, everything was a bit on the blocky side and the enemies were about as animated as an embalmed corpse, but the uncomplicated thrills of slaughtering anything that moved was unrivalled. Using a mouse and keyboard to play a game still seemed to be like patting your head and rubbing your belly at the same time.īut when my mate made arguably the worst purchase since Homer's magic beans and forked over his hard earned for Atari's Jaguar, student carry-outs would never be the same thanks to Doom.Īs one of the first consoles to host the game, I could finally let my pinkies run riot on Doom with a control pad - and laying into Satan's chums with a chainsaw was so much more atmospheric than blasting chunky Nazis in Wolfenstein. While my PC-owning mates were fragging hellspawn, I was still wrapped in that comfort blanket of console adventures starring fat plumbers and hedgehogs. My name is Neil McGreevey and I never played Doom when it first came out. Oh the embarrassment! For a games journalist this is like admitting to alcoholism or a penchant for women's clothes.
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