My Doom Essay

What you are about to read is an extra credit assignment I did a few years ago. The goal was to write a one page essay about anything I wanted, only using one syllable words. It was actually harder than it looks. I do not know what my score was since I never got my paper back. But I got an A in the class so it must have been good. Anyways, I thought it would be neat to share this with you all.

Doom

            This game. This Doom. As a kid, I played it as if it was church. Like some god nut. But it was a game. Yes a game. A game that told me that gore and blood is new. Not much to it. Just point and shoot. Hell yeah. Bang, boom. Its head is blown to bits. As a kid, I was stoke. A new look for games. The age of the run and gun has come. It was also the start of things to come.

            Mom and dad did not like this game. They would hide my game just to keep me at bay. A church type mom and dad they are. But they did not know of my stash. The thing I craved.

            Through the depths of mars. A dark maze one must go. To save the earth and man. One by one, they come. Two by two they come. Ten by ten they come. From the left a roar, from the right a screech.There is a tool at hand. Its a gun. Its a big gun. Bang bang boom, you take them down. Find the keys to leave the zone. Just to start the next maze of Doom.

            When all is lost, do not fret. For your fist is at hand. Punch its face in, where they stand. With the black box, your strength will grow. They will end up in a pool of gore. The treats that it has, is part of the game. Health points, and guns hide in doors. Creeps guard them though. Nice, more to kill. Let me just aim and shoot. Don't stand in my way. Not one thing will live if you do. Bang, bang bang, one two three, in the head. Long gone its head it is. Too bad, the brown spiked imp did not see it come.

            In the depths of hell I am. Pain and screams there is. Just a game I say. But now there is fear at play. But play I must to end it. Or else I will have to rent it once more. And that will be bore. Hell no I say. The dark gods will not have their way. This game is too cool to quit. Plus I paid five bucks for a three day kill spree. Boy, does this game make me feel free.

            Here I am now. Next to the beast. Four long legs and a boom stick to boot. I have no choice but to aim and shoot. Its not going down, sin is its fuel. I bet the man who made this game is cruel. None the less, a fight I am in. Must save my ass, that is the rule. Shoot shoot shoot, that is what I do.  The beast go's down in a pool of blood. Mom and dad tell me that this is a waste. That's what they said when I ate the paste. Though I was like five. Doom came at me when I was 10.

            Now that I am old, this game, this Doom is part of my life. Mods on the web makes my day. With ones like thy, I play. Over the net I say yay. Though the lag sucks, its still a fray. This game to this day, still makes me gay.