The making of: Duke Nukem 3D

“Damn, those alien bastards are gonna pay for shooting up my ride,” exclaims Duke Nukem, before cracking his knuckles, cocking his gun, blasting his way through a nearby roof vent, and careering down its chute to the alien-infested alleyway below. Themes of “babes, bullets and bombs” to the Nth degree follow in what quickly becomes an unrelenting hedonistic whirlwind of explosions and gunplay, flat tops and biceps, cigarettes and sunglasses.