(Editor’s note: In this bi-weekly feature, Pixelitis staffer Matt Brown shares his “down the rabbit hole” look into gaming history. Having admittedly missed what many consider “classics,” join him as he dives in head first. We ask that you just be gentle with him.)
Every two weeks, like clockwork, I find myself with no socks. No t-shirts and no socks. Thus comes the inevitable trip to the laundromat with the quarters and the waiting and the bad television. I’ve discovered that one of the only remedies for this is the wonderful world of browser games and one of my new favorites is Doom.
Long before I discovered it’s online iteration, I had already played the original Doom on a high-schooler’s laptop at a party I probably shouldn’t have been to at an age not necessarily suited to exploding flesh. But hey, ’90s era graphics aren’t that disturbing.