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."....
