“HOLY FUCK SHIT!!! FLYING HEAD, BAT, BABY, THINGS!!!” is one of the many things you would of heard me say if you were with me the first time I played through Doom 3 for the PC, along with frustrated screams and the sound of a head banging against a keyboard… Repeatedly.
Who hasn’t, at least once in their life, played Doom?... No one. None that I’ve met, anyway. Back in the day everybody had a copy of Doom, and even if you didn’t, you would always go down the street to the nerdy kid’s house to blackmail him into letting you play it… or maybe that was just me.
Doom has always been a blood and guts, scare fest, jam-packed with pure bad-ass and Doom 3 is no change. Although the game is not as scary as other horror games out on the market, it still insists on making sure you’re always on 1 health, and making the med packs as sparse as a club sandwich in
I like to think the creators took them out to make room for more bad-ass.
Why would I want him on my side:
He’s big. He’s bad, He’s ripped, and he’s got a big fucking gun. (That’s a actual gun you can get in the game, people) Buddy Dacote, the playable character, takes on and kicks the combined asses of the hordes of hell as they are unleashed on the universe. And the best bit of all, he dose it all without even complaining, in fact he might even enjoy brutalising hells army?
If you need anymore evidence of his ability to sweat pure bad-ass then check out this video. This is what I image the game would be like if Buddy Dacote ever talked.