Doom 30th anniversary book, do you want in?

[SLPerrin]

14 hours ago, Scuba Steve said:

I don't think it's a scam, I just think it's exploitative. This is largely a hobby forum... When money starts changing hands, it raises a lot more questions about the rights of an individual's intellectual property.

How is it 'exploitative'?
Again, I have said from the very start that no payment will be given. If people are still happy to offer some words knowing that no payment is on the table, where is the exploitation?

[SLPerrin]

14 hours ago, LadyMistDragon said:

It's probably because I'm not really personally concerned with the whole thing. Call me naive if you want but it's not like he's asking for much other than personal stories. It'd be one thing if people were asked to do creating something like reviews or maps to a project that end up being sold commercially. Now if anyone was contributing something major, it would be another story. It just seems like a personal research project more than anything else. And I don't think contributors have too much of a role in that beyond the purpose as originally stated.

 

Exactly this.
If I was asking people to do research for me, write up in-depth guides and so on. I could understand. But for people to just jot down a few words of why they like Doom and what the game means to them and me offering them a free PDF and even willing to plug any of their Doom related work (YouTube channels, etc). 

Even more so, it is a completely freedom of choice thing. I have said right in the first post that there will be no payment. So, if people are still happy for their words to be in my book knowing there is no payment... what's the problem?

Honestly, I could go through this forum (and others) and find people's words and use them in my book (as long as I credit a source) for free if I want. But no, I'm offering folk to have their words in my book with their permission and to be part of a Doom project that I have done as a fan myself.

Edited March 5, 2023 by SLPerrin

[enigma101]

On 2/27/2023 at 12:02 PM, SLPerrin said:

Now, this is a pure passion project that I've done myself as a fan of Doom. I have zero financial backing and I'm working with a budget of nothing. I've done everything myself up to this point and I'll also be designing my own cover (I have a style I've used for other gaming books that I've written). Then, I'll be self-publishing the book on Amazon in time for the 10th of December this year. 30 years to the day that Doom was officially released.

 

I get that you've probably spent hours and hours researching and writing for this book, but why charge anything for people to get it? Mostly everything surrounding Doom is free, apart from the games themselves. People spend sometimes thousands of hours making wads for these games and release them free of charge for other people to play. Do you think Doom, and making maps for Doom, would remain as popular as it is if people had to pay for them?

 

My point is, what makes your book any different from these wads? Sure, a lot of effort has gone into writing it, but I bet you've used free sources of information about Doom and wads uploaded to idgames to help write your book, and making the community pay for it just seems a bit weird given that the Doom community, and especially the longevity of it, has relied a lot on people contributing their own works for free. Other books relating to the history of Doom are available as a free ebook too, so your decision to charge money for it is even more strange.

 

Also, you talk a bit about the previous game guides you've written, but what/where are they? I'm sure that people would be much more willing to buy your book if they see the quality of your previous material, or even some more of this book itself, rather than just see a title page from a "first-time poster".

Edited March 5, 2023 by enigma101

[Noiser]

I admit I was too harsh by calling it a scam, but still: It's in very bad taste to use people that will enrich the content of your book somehow and not give them direct compensation for it. It may not be your intention and I know you may be doing this in good faith - but using someone else work for free while you are earning for it feels pernicious, no matter what.

Anyway, do what you want. It's not my business.
 

On 3/5/2023 at 5:13 PM, SLPerrin said:

Even more so, it is a completely freedom of choice thing.

A lot of things can happen with freedom of choice, that doesn't make them necessarily right.

Edited March 7, 2023 by Noiser

[Eurisko]

Contributing to a book is just that. A contribution. I had a small part in a book that was released last October and I was not paid. 
 

[Scuba Steve]

3 hours ago, enigma101 said:

I get that you've probably spent hours and hours researching and writing for this book, but why charge anything for people to get it? Mostly everything surrounding Doom is free, apart from the games themselves. People spend sometimes thousands of hours making wads for these games and release them free of charge for other people to play. Do you think Doom, and making maps for Doom, would remain as popular as it is if people had to pay for them?

I don't like the idea of soliciting free contributions to a book... but I also don't agree that every work created in the community should be free. I like the idea of a Doom coffee table book and if @SLPerrin wants to write it and sell it, he should... there's nothing wrong with profiting from your work, even in a hobby community. My only objection is soliciting people to help write and then selling it. If he wanted to interview people, get statements ask them to fill out surveys or questionnaires that would appear in his book, I don't think there's anything wrong with that, either. Something just feels wrong about asking for contributors and then selling the work... especially since you'll need to start getting documents signed about what their compensation is if you're going to start selling something... you don't want them coming back later if the book makes a lot of money and demanding more because you're using their intellectual property.

[Sixty-nine]

Copy and paste the following text into the book:

 

A crackling ball of lightning caught Taylor's shoulder as he took a rolling dive across the ground in front of the tall pillars that stood guard in front of the compound that looked for all the world like a human skull. The structure was impossibly large, embedded into the volcanic surface of Hell. The all-too-familiar bloated red gasballs that floated across the bloodied battlefield drew a curse, and he put away the shotgun and grasped the chaingun that had become his trusted ally against the quickly approaching airborne menace. They moved faster than they looked capable of; that he had learned, and there would not be much time left before he would have to engage them in closer quarters.

He stood up, snarling wordlessly. The chaingun slung under an arm spat controlled fire. He had to deflate as many of the incoming fiends as he possibly could, while dodging or trying to absorb the vicious waves of charged projectiles. It was going to be close, he saw, because he was starting to run low on ammo, while the wave of cacodemons still looked close to endless. At last his chaingun spun empty, and he threw the useless weapon to the ground and drew the chainsaw, darting in to a turned floating head and daring to hold the chainsaw to the demon as it ripped through the thick hide that held the demons' coherence. In, and out ... in, and out, and the dead cacodemons piled up around him until at last, some minutes later that might as well have been hours later, he stood alone and unchallenged amongst the strewn bodies of his enemies.

Then he staggered, uncertain, and had to clutch one of the tall pillars that rose claw-like to the sky to keep himself from collapsing to the ground. He knew that he had taken serious injuries: his hand came away bloody as he wiped sweat from his forehead, and a sharp insistent pain in his midsection told him that he had used up all of his luck.

He looked to the backpack he had shrugged loose to the ground before he began this fight, and half-crawled, half-walked to it, seeking out that one package of last resort. The supply officer had issued him, and every one of the other marines, a dire warning on the use of the berserker pack. The ampoules contained within had the power, when combined, to start triggering all sorts of physiological effects, both desired and adverse. He had become well familiar with the red haze that would fall over his vision, that rush of strength and sense of power it imparted, and the insanely fast healing that would take place as the medicine coursed through his body. He would need all of it now, he thought, as he stared at the imposing building in front of him.

Taylor flung open the top of the pack and pulled out handfuls of ampoules, spreading them out on the ground. He glanced at the labels on the vials as he removed the hypodermic syringe from its pouch in the lid. Lidocaine. Benzedrine. Psylocin. Morphedenol. One by one he inserted them into the syringe, guiding with trembling hands the targeting probe over the pulsing vein below his bicep. As the clear liquids drained into his bloodstream he felt his muscles tightening, his sinews becoming taut. His heart beat furiously, and a strange sense of peace momently flooded through Taylor's body, before he felt the berserk beginning to kick in. It started at the tips of his fingers and toes, the tingling hypersensitivity of awakened nerve endings spreading up through his limbs, up his chest, until he could almost feel it welling up inside his brain, as the throes of the sudden fury rose like mercury to the top of his skull, almost as if it was ready to pop like a thermometer pushed beyond its limits. There was no more pain now, or perhaps there was nothing but pain -- there was no difference. He wasn't a human, he wasn't a mortal frail being broken and bleeding, he was a god, an angel of death, an unstoppable force against whom even the Devil himself would soon cower.

Rising to his feet, first unsteadily, but then with growing skill and ease, Taylor took a quick survey of his numerous injuries. Turning his bloodshot eyes towards the enormous deaths-head before him, then began to limp, then walk, then run, then sprint, into its gaping maw. He had left his provisions behind. He didn't need them; an empty chaingun and a near-broken chainsaw were worthless now. His vision warped and blurred as he leaped over the enormous statue's teeth, racing down into its gullet. Imps! Twenty, no, twenty-four of them, were perched inside, waiting for him, beckoning for his approach. With magical gestures, clouds of flame began springing forth from their outstretched hands, but Taylor was too quick for them, jumping and diving and weaving through the balls of fire, like an unstoppable juggernaut. His clenched fist, made of tempered steel, weighing a thousand pounds but light as a feather, hung back as he raced to meet the first of the creatures, before whipping forward, driving right through the ugly beast's head, blood and brain exploding from the imp's face as it flew back ten feet. More fire, more flame. The imps cackled and screamed, Taylor spun like a whirling dervish, the inertia of his fists never subsiding, connecting with jaws and eye sockets and horns, cracking and ripping and shattering the demon's vile forms, the rakes of their claws mere tickles. The two dozen imps quickly were reduced to piles on the floor, and for the first time in what seemed like hours Taylor inhaled, the red haze in his vision diminishing a shade, as the amorphous forms around him congealed into definite shapes, and he saw one last imp before him, cowering behind a pillar.

Momentarily confused, he stood there and stared through the bloody haze that clouded his vision at the lone imp that hid, crouching, behind the pillar that held at its tip a still-beating heart, and wondering why he had not killed it already, with the rest. Suddenly his breath caught, and he realized with his heightened sense of smell that the horned creature there was female, seeing also for the first time, at the same time, the small rounded breasts tipped not by wickedly sharp bone but by rounded nubs of calcified deposits, that all the angles of the male imp form softened into a feminine shape, and he was so gloriously aware that it was female. He realized that the magnificent creature that was attempting to hide from his fury was frightened of him, and hot blood coursed through his body, arousing him. Hardly believing what he was doing, he stepped towards the imp, which looked to be of an age that he thought no more than just into full adulthood. In shock, responding purely to his instinctual hormonal desires, he pulled the imp to her clawed feet and, as she stoodhere trembling, his roving hungry gaze crawled up one side of her leathery body and down the other, drinking in what his eyes beheld.

Tightly grasping the she-imp by the shoulders, he spun her around, flinging her against the uneven wall. Through the rough, cobbled surface of her skin, he could feel the spiked protrusions scraping against the wall as the imp struggled slightly against his mighty grip. His glance darted between the imp's eight spiderlike eyes, pure black, reminding him of pools of still water. The imp stared back at him, panting heavily, jerking unsuccessfully against the iron grip of the marine, seeming to wonder why she was not yet dead. Taylor could tell that the imp was scared. It was a expression he'd seen countless times from the dim eyes of every demon or zombie he'd slaughtered, the haze lifting a split second before they expired, when the grim realization of their impending death momentarily vaulted their conciousness out of the fog of their decaying brains. But this one was different.

His vision pumped red with every heartbeat. For endless months he'd battled the spawns of Hell, with no more human contact than the occasional corpse. For months he had been alone, desperately alone; it was not the thought of death which filled his mind with terror in the quiet hours, for he'd long expected to die. Instead it was the thought that he would never again connect with another human being, another sentient creature. For what seemed like forever he'd only communed with the demons of Hell, and even their vain attempts to destroy him could have held solace if he'd detected a note of real intelligence behind their actions instead of the puppetry of a distant power, animating their flesh with the merest semblance of order needed for action. But in this imp that he held here, he detected -- he thought he detected -- a gleam of real intelligence, if not of a soul then whatever passed for such a thing down here in Hell. Could he connect with this imp? With this- female? His fingers dug into the thick hide of the creature, which snarled with anewed fear and rage. Taylor relished the moment. Here was another real living thing, not just an avatar, but something that he could almost feel thinking, neuronal impulses somehow sparking inside that demon head of hers.

He couldn't pass the opportunity. How long had it been now? Months? Years? He faintly recalled the last time, the quick breathing, flesh pressing together, grunts and moans. He'd never quite resigned himself to the thought that he'd never experience it again, but here was a creature -- a woman? -- that seemed real to him. Or, at least, real. Moving one hand over her throat, he began shrugging off the outer layer of his combat armor.

Yet, in the back of his mind, the last remaining small shred of rationality told him that his steady stream of thoughts were nothing but small justification for what he was about to do. He was about to enjoy what he had not for so long, as the chemicals and hormones coursing through his body have left him no choice but to do. He could not stop now, no more than he could have stopped killing the group of imps just moments earlier that now lay dead at his feet. That his intended victim wasn't even human was nothing more than a vague passing concern as his sanity's last gasp fled in the face of the chemical-induced berserk state and he pressed himself against the imp.

She sensed his intent, and redoubled her attempts to struggle against Taylor's hot body. Her claws flicked in and out of their sheaths at her fingertips as she fought him with renewed vigor. But under the influence of the berserker pack, he was too strong, too fast, too determined to let her push him away. His arms suffered numerous scores, all of which were ignored as he pressed the imp's arms out to either side and held them down. She snarled and bit at him but he held his face away from her jaw. He bent his head towards the swell of her breasts and started licking at her pebbled skin. It was not soft like the skin of the women he'd been with before, in what seemed like a past life now, but at this moment he did not care--indeed, at this point her skin might well have been the smoothest silk.

Straightening up again, he began unbuckling his belt, the berserker drugs doing nothing to stop the trembling in his fingers, trembling not born of pain or injury but of excitement and lust. He fumbled with the zipper and soon his combat-issue pants were around his ankles. He stood there, a grotesque spectacle, pressing the imp against the rock with one hand, his own marine flag standing at full salute. He grabbed the imp's wrist and pressed it above her head, her struggles not as resolute as before, and slid his tongue around and around what passed for her right nipple. He felt the imp shudder slightly, and flung her down onto the warm stone floor, straddling her as he took in her full form.

He bent over her momentarily stunned form and quickly slid his erect cock into the imp's cunt. The walls of her pussy were tight, but he soon achieved a rhythmic pounding motion. The ineffectual struggling the imp put up soon began to stop, and she began responding to his sexual assault. Her unblinking cluster of eyes turnereflection of his carnal desire their depths. The claws in her fingertips retracted as he released his hold on her arms, and she seemed to smile up at him, forcing a rictus grin on to her face that it was never built to hold. She grasped him with her hands, supporting his torso on either side, and then holding them behind his back to push him in her harder. He lost himself even further in the violent pangs of animal passion.

The couple adjusted their positions, rolling Taylor to the ground as the imp sat astride him. She propped up her body by splaying her arms to the sides as she started sliding herself up and down Taylor's slick shaft. As he felt himself coming closer and closer to the edge, he grabbed the imp's waist and started adding his own thrusting and pumping to her own efforts.

With one final thrust Taylor felt himself reach the brink, and as climax bore down on him the red haze returned. The contractions rippled through his body and he thought of what brought him here, the billions dead, the fierce battles that raged around him day after day, the blood and pus and bile that had soaked his clothes for months as he battled an endless army in the most horrible place imaginable. This creature was one of them, this imp that he had been drawn in by, and as he looked up at her once more, no longer did he see a fellow living being, but another cog in the enormous demonic machine that was responsible for all the evil in the world. As the final spasms washed through him, his lust was displaced by a incredible disgust and hatred, hatred towards this... thing on top of him, as well as for what he was doing. The creature looked down at him, not understanding, and with deliberate speed he reached up and wrenched its head a full 180 degrees, a sickening series of crunches affirming that the creature was now dead. He pushed the beat off of him and gasped for air. He needed to pull himself together. He needed to keep moving. He had a long way to go.

Edited March 6, 2023 by Sixty-nine

[OliveTree]

I personally would be interested in contributing something to a project like this, and I don't have any particular compunctions about receiving """compensation""" for 600 words of Doom wanderings which would be identical to stuff I otherwise post to this forum (without ever seeing a cent back) like, all the time. From my point of view there's also nothing wrong at all with releasing a fan project for payment online.

 

Forgive me if I'm being reductive here, but wasn't soliciting, editing and publishing musings from individual writers of the Doom community partially what the Doom Master Wadazine was about? Which was, itself, free? I think a better avenue for releasing something like this would be to put out the finished work (with the community submissions, if you want) behind a paywall, but to also release a separate .PDF of just the community submissions, for free. Just like post that here on the forums. The fact that some people wouldn't be able to read my work without paying is literally the only thing that gives me hesitance, and it seems silly to hold your apparent 70k words of work hostage to people's opinions this way or that of monetizing like, probably 6k words of community content.

 

Those are just my thoughts!

[Redneckerz]

• Makes a book up for profit
• Won't return backpayment, but you get a PDF and a thanks
• The above adheres to the following from the Ferengi Rules of Acquisition:
  • Rule 8: Small print leads to large risk.
  • Rule 14: Sometimes the quickest way to find profits is to let them find you.
  • Rule 27: There's nothing more dangerous than an honest businessman.

Are you a Ferengi, @SLPerrin?

 

Having said that, ill enjoy an interview.

[Biodegradable]

Unless Perrin was here under false pretenses, turning out to be someone with a huge publishing deal fishing for free content to put in his book because he ran out of ideas, I'm not sure if it's fair to think of him as a scam artist seeking to exploit us. I don't blame anyone for being wary of the idea of uncompensated contributions but Perrin has at the very least been transparent with his intentions and has laid out his cards on the table. He's not asking you to do his homework for him, he's not asking for massive contributions that would take you months to write, he's not asking you to copy-edit the entire book without pay; he's inviting you to join in the fun a little regarding a personal project if you'd be so inclined, which evidently some people indeed are.

 

As the man has stated himself, he's made merely a pittance from his self-publishing efforts and is motivated by fun, not profit. This should be more than enough for you lot to put down your torches and pitchforks. Anyone who genuinely likes the idea and doesn't have any issue regarding compensation should be happy to volunteer their time without having their palms greased. Everyone else who doesn't like the idea can just ignore it entirely.

Edited March 7, 2023 by Biodegradable

[RastaManGames]

So... What is the count? 500 words per person? And how many people is allowed to participate in?

[Redneckerz]

4 hours ago, Biodegradable said:

Unless Perrin was here under false pretenses, turning out to be someone with a huge publishing deal fishing for free content to put in his book because he ran out of ideas, I'm not sure if it's fair to think of him as a scam artist seeking to exploit us. I don't blame anyone for being wary of the idea of uncompensated contributions but Perrin has at the very least been transparent with his intentions and has laid out his cards on the table. He's not asking you to do his homework for him, he's not asking for massive contributions that would take you months to write, he's not asking you to copy-edit the entire book without pay; he's inviting you to join in the fun a little regarding a personal project if you'd be so inclined, which evidently some people indeed are.

 

As the man has stated himself, he's made merely a pittance from his self-publishing efforts and is motivated by fun, not profit. This should be more than enough for you lot to put down your torches and pitchforks. Anyone who genuinely likes the idea and doesn't have any issue regarding compensation should be happy to volunteer their time without having their palms greased. Everyone else who doesn't like the idea can just ignore it entirely.

Oh ofcourse, i was just reminded of the Ferengi rules because they seemed so apt here.

 

From his OP to me it is clear that it is a fan based undertaking, and the more good material on Doom the better.

 

I have no qualms with the money issues: I realize the intent doesnt feel like OP is set to do a ruse. Im okay with any success the OP finds and if i contribute, by all means.

[Tangra]

Add a free shovelware cd to your book, bring back the 90's. 

 

You've mentioned writing and releasing other books about video games, but i find it weird that you don't provide any links, or sneak peaks to any of your previous works that you claim to have published. Don't you think that this will be a great selling point for your project? Especially if the material is good, and profesionally done? Since you're not a profesional writer, i don't think you can release a book without any budged, because at the very least you'll need to hire a profesional editor. While i don't think what you're doing here is a scam, you still might upset a lot of people, if you release a poorly put together product for sale.

[Andromeda]

2 minutes ago, Tangra666 said:

Add a free shovelware cd to your book, bring back the 90's. 

 

You've mentioned writing and releasing other books about video games, but i find it weird that you don't provide any links, or sneak peaks to any of your previous works that you claim to have published.

https://www.amazon.com/stores/S.-L.-Perrin/author/B071L9KLW7

[Klear]

5 minutes ago, Tangra666 said:

Add a free shovelware cd to your book, bring back the 90's. 

 

You've mentioned writing and releasing other books about video games, but i find it weird that you don't provide any links, or sneak peaks to any of your previous works that you claim to have published. Don't you think that this will be a great selling point for your project? Especially if the material is good, and profesionally done? Since you're not a profesional writer, i don't think you can release a book without any budged, because at the very least you'll need to hire a profesional editor. While i don't think what you're doing here is a scam, you still might upset a lot of people, if you release a poorly put together product for sale.

 

Given the reception this thread got, I can imagine if he did people would scream about him just trying to advertise his stuff here... That said, just google the username. You'll find everything you need to know.

[Tangra]

@Andromeda Wow, that's a lot of works indeed. Well, there you go, i think he should have added some of this in the OP. Maybe also share a chapter or two from one of the books.

 

4 minutes ago, Klear said:

 

Given the reception this thread got, I can imagine if he did people would scream about him just trying to advertise his stuff here... That said, just google the username. You'll find everything you need to know.

 

I personally don't see it this way. It shows that he has some writing portfolio, and that can help him gain some faith in this new project. 

Edited March 7, 2023 by Tangra666

[reaction]

I was thinking recently how cool it'd be to make a Doom coffee table book that focuses on screenshots. It'd be easily doable but would need to have high quality paper and printing so the screenshots really pop. The problem is, I wouldn't want to charge for it but I also don't want to eat the costs. Maybe some sort of non-profit setup where funds received from selling are used solely to publish the book.

[Scuba Steve]

4 hours ago, Klear said:

 

Given the reception this thread got, I can imagine if he did people would scream about him just trying to advertise his stuff here... That said, just google the username. You'll find everything you need to know.

Actually that would have been good information for the initial post. There's a difference between making an account and posting "I want to make a book, anyone want to help?" vs "I've written several books—as seen here—anyone interested in contributing?"

[Dark Pulse]

Early summer? Perfect. I'll be off from work for nearly the entire summer.

[Eurisko]

8 hours ago, Andromeda said:

https://www.amazon.com/stores/S.-L.-Perrin/author/B071L9KLW7

Ahhhh he’s from brum. Just up the road from me. 

[xScavengerWolfx]

On 3/5/2023 at 7:14 PM, Sixty-nine said:

Copy and paste the following text into the book:

 

A crackling ball of lightning caught Taylor's shoulder as he took a rolling dive across the ground in front of the tall pillars that stood guard in front of the compound that looked for all the world like a human skull. The structure was impossibly large, embedded into the volcanic surface of Hell. The all-too-familiar bloated red gasballs that floated across the bloodied battlefield drew a curse, and he put away the shotgun and grasped the chaingun that had become his trusted ally against the quickly approaching airborne menace. They moved faster than they looked capable of; that he had learned, and there would not be much time left before he would have to engage them in closer quarters.

He stood up, snarling wordlessly. The chaingun slung under an arm spat controlled fire. He had to deflate as many of the incoming fiends as he possibly could, while dodging or trying to absorb the vicious waves of charged projectiles. It was going to be close, he saw, because he was starting to run low on ammo, while the wave of cacodemons still looked close to endless. At last his chaingun spun empty, and he threw the useless weapon to the ground and drew the chainsaw, darting in to a turned floating head and daring to hold the chainsaw to the demon as it ripped through the thick hide that held the demons' coherence. In, and out ... in, and out, and the dead cacodemons piled up around him until at last, some minutes later that might as well have been hours later, he stood alone and unchallenged amongst the strewn bodies of his enemies.

Then he staggered, uncertain, and had to clutch one of the tall pillars that rose claw-like to the sky to keep himself from collapsing to the ground. He knew that he had taken serious injuries: his hand came away bloody as he wiped sweat from his forehead, and a sharp insistent pain in his midsection told him that he had used up all of his luck.

He looked to the backpack he had shrugged loose to the ground before he began this fight, and half-crawled, half-walked to it, seeking out that one package of last resort. The supply officer had issued him, and every one of the other marines, a dire warning on the use of the berserker pack. The ampoules contained within had the power, when combined, to start triggering all sorts of physiological effects, both desired and adverse. He had become well familiar with the red haze that would fall over his vision, that rush of strength and sense of power it imparted, and the insanely fast healing that would take place as the medicine coursed through his body. He would need all of it now, he thought, as he stared at the imposing building in front of him.

Taylor flung open the top of the pack and pulled out handfuls of ampoules, spreading them out on the ground. He glanced at the labels on the vials as he removed the hypodermic syringe from its pouch in the lid. Lidocaine. Benzedrine. Psylocin. Morphedenol. One by one he inserted them into the syringe, guiding with trembling hands the targeting probe over the pulsing vein below his bicep. As the clear liquids drained into his bloodstream he felt his muscles tightening, his sinews becoming taut. His heart beat furiously, and a strange sense of peace momently flooded through Taylor's body, before he felt the berserk beginning to kick in. It started at the tips of his fingers and toes, the tingling hypersensitivity of awakened nerve endings spreading up through his limbs, up his chest, until he could almost feel it welling up inside his brain, as the throes of the sudden fury rose like mercury to the top of his skull, almost as if it was ready to pop like a thermometer pushed beyond its limits. There was no more pain now, or perhaps there was nothing but pain -- there was no difference. He wasn't a human, he wasn't a mortal frail being broken and bleeding, he was a god, an angel of death, an unstoppable force against whom even the Devil himself would soon cower.

Rising to his feet, first unsteadily, but then with growing skill and ease, Taylor took a quick survey of his numerous injuries. Turning his bloodshot eyes towards the enormous deaths-head before him, then began to limp, then walk, then run, then sprint, into its gaping maw. He had left his provisions behind. He didn't need them; an empty chaingun and a near-broken chainsaw were worthless now. His vision warped and blurred as he leaped over the enormous statue's teeth, racing down into its gullet. Imps! Twenty, no, twenty-four of them, were perched inside, waiting for him, beckoning for his approach. With magical gestures, clouds of flame began springing forth from their outstretched hands, but Taylor was too quick for them, jumping and diving and weaving through the balls of fire, like an unstoppable juggernaut. His clenched fist, made of tempered steel, weighing a thousand pounds but light as a feather, hung back as he raced to meet the first of the creatures, before whipping forward, driving right through the ugly beast's head, blood and brain exploding from the imp's face as it flew back ten feet. More fire, more flame. The imps cackled and screamed, Taylor spun like a whirling dervish, the inertia of his fists never subsiding, connecting with jaws and eye sockets and horns, cracking and ripping and shattering the demon's vile forms, the rakes of their claws mere tickles. The two dozen imps quickly were reduced to piles on the floor, and for the first time in what seemed like hours Taylor inhaled, the red haze in his vision diminishing a shade, as the amorphous forms around him congealed into definite shapes, and he saw one last imp before him, cowering behind a pillar.

Momentarily confused, he stood there and stared through the bloody haze that clouded his vision at the lone imp that hid, crouching, behind the pillar that held at its tip a still-beating heart, and wondering why he had not killed it already, with the rest. Suddenly his breath caught, and he realized with his heightened sense of smell that the horned creature there was female, seeing also for the first time, at the same time, the small rounded breasts tipped not by wickedly sharp bone but by rounded nubs of calcified deposits, that all the angles of the male imp form softened into a feminine shape, and he was so gloriously aware that it was female. He realized that the magnificent creature that was attempting to hide from his fury was frightened of him, and hot blood coursed through his body, arousing him. Hardly believing what he was doing, he stepped towards the imp, which looked to be of an age that he thought no more than just into full adulthood. In shock, responding purely to his instinctual hormonal desires, he pulled the imp to her clawed feet and, as she stoodhere trembling, his roving hungry gaze crawled up one side of her leathery body and down the other, drinking in what his eyes beheld.

Tightly grasping the she-imp by the shoulders, he spun her around, flinging her against the uneven wall. Through the rough, cobbled surface of her skin, he could feel the spiked protrusions scraping against the wall as the imp struggled slightly against his mighty grip. His glance darted between the imp's eight spiderlike eyes, pure black, reminding him of pools of still water. The imp stared back at him, panting heavily, jerking unsuccessfully against the iron grip of the marine, seeming to wonder why she was not yet dead. Taylor could tell that the imp was scared. It was a expression he'd seen countless times from the dim eyes of every demon or zombie he'd slaughtered, the haze lifting a split second before they expired, when the grim realization of their impending death momentarily vaulted their conciousness out of the fog of their decaying brains. But this one was different.

His vision pumped red with every heartbeat. For endless months he'd battled the spawns of Hell, with no more human contact than the occasional corpse. For months he had been alone, desperately alone; it was not the thought of death which filled his mind with terror in the quiet hours, for he'd long expected to die. Instead it was the thought that he would never again connect with another human being, another sentient creature. For what seemed like forever he'd only communed with the demons of Hell, and even their vain attempts to destroy him could have held solace if he'd detected a note of real intelligence behind their actions instead of the puppetry of a distant power, animating their flesh with the merest semblance of order needed for action. But in this imp that he held here, he detected -- he thought he detected -- a gleam of real intelligence, if not of a soul then whatever passed for such a thing down here in Hell. Could he connect with this imp? With this- female? His fingers dug into the thick hide of the creature, which snarled with anewed fear and rage. Taylor relished the moment. Here was another real living thing, not just an avatar, but something that he could almost feel thinking, neuronal impulses somehow sparking inside that demon head of hers.

He couldn't pass the opportunity. How long had it been now? Months? Years? He faintly recalled the last time, the quick breathing, flesh pressing together, grunts and moans. He'd never quite resigned himself to the thought that he'd never experience it again, but here was a creature -- a woman? -- that seemed real to him. Or, at least, real. Moving one hand over her throat, he began shrugging off the outer layer of his combat armor.

Yet, in the back of his mind, the last remaining small shred of rationality told him that his steady stream of thoughts were nothing but small justification for what he was about to do. He was about to enjoy what he had not for so long, as the chemicals and hormones coursing through his body have left him no choice but to do. He could not stop now, no more than he could have stopped killing the group of imps just moments earlier that now lay dead at his feet. That his intended victim wasn't even human was nothing more than a vague passing concern as his sanity's last gasp fled in the face of the chemical-induced berserk state and he pressed himself against the imp.

She sensed his intent, and redoubled her attempts to struggle against Taylor's hot body. Her claws flicked in and out of their sheaths at her fingertips as she fought him with renewed vigor. But under the influence of the berserker pack, he was too strong, too fast, too determined to let her push him away. His arms suffered numerous scores, all of which were ignored as he pressed the imp's arms out to either side and held them down. She snarled and bit at him but he held his face away from her jaw. He bent his head towards the swell of her breasts and started licking at her pebbled skin. It was not soft like the skin of the women he'd been with before, in what seemed like a past life now, but at this moment he did not care--indeed, at this point her skin might well have been the smoothest silk.

Straightening up again, he began unbuckling his belt, the berserker drugs doing nothing to stop the trembling in his fingers, trembling not born of pain or injury but of excitement and lust. He fumbled with the zipper and soon his combat-issue pants were around his ankles. He stood there, a grotesque spectacle, pressing the imp against the rock with one hand, his own marine flag standing at full salute. He grabbed the imp's wrist and pressed it above her head, her struggles not as resolute as before, and slid his tongue around and around what passed for her right nipple. He felt the imp shudder slightly, and flung her down onto the warm stone floor, straddling her as he took in her full form.

He bent over her momentarily stunned form and quickly slid his erect cock into the imp's cunt. The walls of her pussy were tight, but he soon achieved a rhythmic pounding motion. The ineffectual struggling the imp put up soon began to stop, and she began responding to his sexual assault. Her unblinking cluster of eyes turnereflection of his carnal desire their depths. The claws in her fingertips retracted as he released his hold on her arms, and she seemed to smile up at him, forcing a rictus grin on to her face that it was never built to hold. She grasped him with her hands, supporting his torso on either side, and then holding them behind his back to push him in her harder. He lost himself even further in the violent pangs of animal passion.

The couple adjusted their positions, rolling Taylor to the ground as the imp sat astride him. She propped up her body by splaying her arms to the sides as she started sliding herself up and down Taylor's slick shaft. As he felt himself coming closer and closer to the edge, he grabbed the imp's waist and started adding his own thrusting and pumping to her own efforts.

With one final thrust Taylor felt himself reach the brink, and as climax bore down on him the red haze returned. The contractions rippled through his body and he thought of what brought him here, the billions dead, the fierce battles that raged around him day after day, the blood and pus and bile that had soaked his clothes for months as he battled an endless army in the most horrible place imaginable. This creature was one of them, this imp that he had been drawn in by, and as he looked up at her once more, no longer did he see a fellow living being, but another cog in the enormous demonic machine that was responsible for all the evil in the world. As the final spasms washed through him, his lust was displaced by a incredible disgust and hatred, hatred towards this... thing on top of him, as well as for what he was doing. The creature looked down at him, not understanding, and with deliberate speed he reached up and wrenched its head a full 180 degrees, a sickening series of crunches affirming that the creature was now dead. He pushed the beat off of him and gasped for air. He needed to pull himself together. He needed to keep moving. He had a long way to go.

Bruh....i just got flash banged with a wall of text. My god and i though my Utlimate doom wad story was long like holy hell man. Are your fingers ok? Do you need to play doom to fix them?

[SuyaSSS]

15 hours ago, xScavengerWolfx said:

Are your fingers ok? 

That post is a copy paste from a thread titled "Imp Encounter".

 

Spoiler

It's a fanfic based on Imp Encounter if you couldn't tell.

 

[xScavengerWolfx]

1 hour ago, SuyaSS said:

That post is a copy paste from a thread titled "Imp Encounter".

 

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It's a fanfic based on Imp Encounter if you couldn't tell.

 

Oh. I though you type that out word for word lol

 

[SuyaSSS]

5 minutes ago, xScavengerWolfx said:

Oh. I though you type that out word for word lol

 

I didn't type anything, the original comment(the one you replied to) was by Sixty-nine. I just google searched the text because it just seemed like a copypasta and that thread was the only thing I came across.

 

 

Edited March 8, 2023 by SuyaSS

[SLPerrin]

On 3/6/2023 at 12:00 AM, Noiser said:

A lot of things can happen with freedom of choice, that doesn't make them necessarily right.

 

Doesn't make them necessarily wrong either.

As I have been 100% transparent and upfront with people from the start... where is the 'wrong' in this?

Edited March 16, 2023 by SLPerrin

[SLPerrin]

On 3/5/2023 at 11:20 PM, enigma101 said:

I get that you've probably spent hours and hours researching and writing for this book, but why charge anything for people to get it?

 

Months, years. I began this book in February 2019.
But to answer this query. Is Masters of Doom free? I got 2 copies and had to pay both times.

To further add, how do I cover the cost of printing the physical editions (paperback and hardback) if I don't charge? How do I pay for the cut that Amazon take for selling and distributing the book and so on?
I'm not a charity and I don't have unlimited money to fund this book.

So do tell me, how do I pay all the overheads of self-publication with no money?
If you'd like to stump up the costs, I'll be more than happy to give the book away for free.

 

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...and making the community pay for it just seems a bit weird given that...

 

I'm not 'making' anyone pay for anything.
Just as everything in life, people have a free choice. Nobody has to buy my book if they do not want to. Freedom of choice. 

However, if anyone does want to contribute to this one chapter. I'm giving them a free PDF of the book. So, how am I 'making' people pay?

 

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Also, you talk a bit about the previous game guides you've written, but what/where are they? I'm sure that people would be much more willing to buy your book if they see the quality of your previous material, or even some more of this book itself, rather than just see a title page from a "first-time poster".

 

Feel free to check out other gaming books that I have written on Amazon if you wish.
https://www.amazon.co.uk/MICROBRITS-Tapestry-British-Gaming-Industry-ebook/dp/B07ST3MT68
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Most-Important-Video-Games-Ever/dp/B092PB95BW

 

Oh, and on the subject of money and my books. Here is how much royalties I make per book after print costs, distribution and Amazon have had their cut and other costs too. This is based on a hardback that costs £16/$20 to buy...

As you can see, I'm hardly living the life of luxury here. 
Unless this book sells several million copies worldwide, I won't exactly be topping J K Rowling's net worth, will I?

Edited March 16, 2023 by SLPerrin

[SLPerrin]

On 3/7/2023 at 7:07 PM, Tangra666 said:

You've mentioned writing and releasing other books about video games, but i find it weird that you don't provide any links, or sneak peaks to any of your previous works that you claim to have published.

 

Well, I kind of don't want to use the forum as a lame marketing endeavour as this isn't about advertising my other books, it's about this Doom book that I have written. But, as you have asked. 

https://www.amazon.co.uk/MICROBRITS-Tapestry-British-Gaming-Industry-ebook/dp/B07ST3MT68
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Most-Important-Video-Games-Ever/dp/B092PB95BW

Edited March 16, 2023 by SLPerrin

[zokum]

If you want me to, I could probably write a bit about node builders, editors and algorithms and how they evolved and improved. I know there's still a lot more that can be done. The engine can be pushed to do a lot more than what people currently do, there's bound to be a lot of cool new stuff released in the next 30 years. I have a few special effects that aren't publicly known that I could explain. Might be interesting since almost no one has seen this stuff. The Doom community is generally all about sharing, but I know that some people have unreleased tools, secret collections, additional information not found anywhere online etc. I am guilty of it...

I could also jot down some words about IRC and computer parties. I did read some of the newsgroups, but not enough to qualify as a write about the subject. I could talk to some of the AV guys or Henning etc. if you wanted some interview stuff things, but I can't promise anything :)

[SLPerrin]

I think I'm done answering people's suggestions that I am, in some way, 'scamming' and 'exploiting' people, etc.

This is all I will say for now. If you have no interest in contributing, then don't. Just crack on with your life and pay this book no mind. Zero need for you to make any posts at all. Trying to make out that I am taking advantage of people though, that is pretty low of you. If others wish to contribute to the book, what business is that of yours?

 

The funny thing is that I have written a chapter praising the Doom community and how they have kept the game alive for three decades, how nice and friendly they are. Maybe I should add a couple, of paragraphs on how some of them are dicks?

 

If anyone is interested in contributing and receiving full credit for your words, a personal thanks in the book and a free PDF ahead of publication. Great and I massively appreciate your interest. For you lovely folk, I will make another post in a couple of months with an update, more details and ask you to message me so that I can keep track of everyone and give you my email to keep in contact.

 

Many thanks.

Edited March 16, 2023 by SLPerrin

[kwc]

1 hour ago, SLPerrin said:

The funny thing is that I have written a chapter praising the Doom community and how they have kept the game alive for three decades, how nice and friendly they are. Maybe I should add a couple, of paragraphs on how some of them are dicks?

Bro lmao

Maybe that should have remained a thought in your head and not something you wrote in a forum thread for a book you are writing.

Edited March 16, 2023 by kwc