.: DooM Stories

E2M8: TOWER OF BABEL  The air was thick and heavy with the stench of Death. A pall permeated the place, unseen yet clearly present; a portent of evils sensed but elusive. The incessant buzzing of flies was the only sound that broke the silence -- the diaphanous wings beat at a dizzying rate creating a hum that was at once greedy and gnawing and maddening. It seemed like the final step before the precipice into Paranoia.....

E3M1: HELL KEEP  The uneasy tingling drained through his body, leaving the faintest discomfort at his fingertips and toes. Despite the numerous "jumps" he'd made, every teleport made him feel the same way. Disassembling a living thing's molecules and consciousness and then re-assembling them at a remote "receptor" was not natural, and he wondered how it might be corroding his body and his mind....

WAGES OF SIN  The EMT pushed the gurney through the doorway, the doors having slid silently sideways. A voice called out, urgent and demanding: "Lieutenant Weber! Lieutenant Weber, can you hear me?" Then after a moment the voice continued: "No response to command. Glasgow Coma scale seven. Looks like he was lying around long enough to lose a couple of liters."....

PHOBOS ANOMALY  Red eyes gleamed with hatred from the depths of the dark recesses that made up the eye sockets in their skull-like heads. Horns curved obscenely from their crests, and they walked upon hoofed legs; their skin was the color of burnished leather, their chests and arms hugely muscled. They stepped down towards me, and I stood frozen in my tracks, like a mouse at the approach of the viper."....























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