I have nearly finished my second DOOM³ deathmatch map, again I haven't thought of a name. This time it's a little bit smaller and more organised than the last one, but still rather spacious.
I'm at the stage of just making it look 'run down' at the moment. It's looking pretty disused :D
Here's some screenshots:
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Should be ready in a couple of days.
More info comes as soon as I can be bothered to give it.
Thanks, ImageShack!The backstory:
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-Info gathered from PDA reports found at the site- Due to security restrictions, the UAC has allowed only an excerpt from a few of the PDAs found.
-Excerpt one-
Subject Name: Thomas Bradley Subject Rank: UAC Z-Security Subject body: Seargeant Kelly and squad trying to move back to Marine HQ, but all passages out of the area blocked. Looks like we’re going to have to stay here. Marines are falling all over the place, we’re being ripped apart. It’s a fucking warzone.
-Excerpt two-
Subject Name: Robert Fry Subject Rank: UAC Troop Staff Subject body: Still in Delta, coordinating ground forces with the Sarge. He seems different somehow. His voice has changed, he seems more subdued. I think the invasion’s getting to him. We all tailor on, despite fighting a losing battle. It’s disheartening to hear other troops fighting and dying on us while we can’t do F*** all about it. The struggle goes on.
-Excerpt three-
Subject Name: Private J Patterson Subject Rank: UAC Marine Corps Subject body: The Sarge said to move out of Delta and over towards the CPU complex, he said It would be safer over there. He said these monstrosities are to do with the teleporter in Delta, and we should get away as soon as possible. I have a real bad feeling about this.
-Excerpt 4 – Audio log transcribed-
Subject Name: Corporal A “Lab Rat” Aldwinckle Subject Rank: UAC Marine Corps Subject body: “This is Rat. We’re in the CPU complex now, and become separated from the Sarge. We’re not sure what the F*** is going on here, but I think Kelly’s become affected by the invasion. Safer over there my arse, the fighting over here is intense! This is the first lull in fighting for a few hours now. We’ve holed ourselves up in the Processing Halls with as much supplies as possible. I don’t think we’re going to make it out alive.”
-Excerpt 5 – Audio log transcribed-
Subject Name: *User unknown* Subject Rank: *Rank unknown* Subject body: “F***! Sir, did you hear that? Listen. Yeah. Listen! F***, do you hear it? It definitely said “I can smell your fear”. Sir, I don’t fucking like this. Can’t we go back to Delta?” *silence* “It sounded to me like the skipper’s voice, sir. But… different. Keep a listen out for it. Shouldn’t we go out and find him? What do you mean the fucking radio’s dea-”
-Excerpt 6-
Subject Name: Private M J Caboose Subject Rank: UAC Marine Corps Subject body: The situation is getting desperate. There’s only me and five guys left. The fighting seems to come in waves, but has stopped since around 0230 hours. It’s now 0644, and we’re all very on edge. Approximately two hours ago Williams turned his plasma rifle on himself. It was not a pretty sight, and a real downer on morale. Watching your friends die is taking it’s toll on us. We’ve moved to one of the smaller processing rooms and are currently holding position there. All radio contact is dead. Power is poor at best. Me and other members of the team have been hearing strange whispers, and seeing odd things. Wilf thought he saw one side of a wall light up with what he describes as ‘demonic symbols’. Simpson thought he heard a low rumbling, like tank tracks. Sarge’s garage is near here, so god knows what they’re doing in there. I wish we could re-establish contact with the skipper. It’s going to be one hell of a last stand.
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It seems that these marines have faced the blunt of unnecessary evil. What made Seargeant Thomas Kelly move them all to the CPU complex is unclear, but from information we gathered, these marines either fought a heroic last stand or committed suicide. Be careful inside the Processing Halls, you may be able to hear the screams of the terrified soldiers. Or will they be your own? |