Malice Rancor

Well I did do some push-ups last night.

*finds a nice place ro rub stuff in on Zaldrons face* For $800 I am getting a computer that was around $2,000 dollars originally earlier this year. Which also had a Geforce3 and some extra ram added on to it later. *rubs some more stuff into Zaldrons face* Also I am going to waste my life sitting infront of it. Occasionally my ass will start to hurt and I might get up to get something to eat either that or take one of my many showers during the night.

I saved the zip file that it came in. And when its time was up I would delete it and unzip a new one to install.

My real name is Ian Myers. I am 6ft. Hazel eyes, shaved head, pale usually, wear a dog color that is really, really dark green but no body believes me and thinks that it's black. I love black; I have black boots and haven't worn a T-shirt that wasn't solid black for about three years. I still remember that last day I wore a colored T-shirt, it was yellow and I wore it for a few days straight and got really sick of it. I was born in New York but moved to Wichita Kansas while I was still an infant and then moved on to Utah at age twelve. To the Doom community I released fuct.wad (three levels), tft.wad (teletubbies), and aotw.wad (big asylum). Recently I also contributed some ammo sprites for Freedoom too. Well my earliest memory is kind of strange. I was around 3-5 months old and my mom was trying to breast feed me. She had spilled coffee on me who knows how long ago and I had third degree burns. I don't remember the pain, but I remember my thoughts at the time, and I remember what I could see. I turned out to be a healthy kid though, aside from the asthma, duck-footed legs (I used to point my feet inwards when I walked) and poor eyesight. My mom worked for food instead of money; she worked at a health food store so she had a good diet except for the last two-week of the pregnancy she said she was starving. And I think my dad was still doing tons of drugs like heroin and stuff. I didn't see much of him though because they were divorced before I was born. I could swim when I was only 2-3 months old (Yeah I know, it is hard to believe, I was skeptic until I saw pictures), climb my grandma's house at age 2, and walk at 9 months. I started going to a private school when I was 4 years old; I went to Central Christian Academy. I suck at school; I never listened and always got in trouble and have never gotten good grades in my entire life. I had a really strange friend there too his name was Matt. He colored his fingernails orange and black with magic markers and didn't want to go to heaven because the teacher said he couldn't bring his toys there. Then again neither did I, also when everyone was closing their eyes and praying he crawled under the teacher's dress to see her pussy. I went to a private school until 5th grade. Then I started going to a public school where there were originally only 3 white boys in the class, and 3 white girls. It sucked, but compared to the hell whole deadnail described it probably was a walk in the park. We lived in a small ghetto house, but on the weekends I would go to my grandma's house and she was rich. They had a big swimming pool, hot tub; a basement bigger than my house, backyard, and frontyard all combined. There was also a kid in our neighborhood that was being manipulated by a psycho at the time. He had some mental issues and once he held a knife up to my throat and told me if I didn't drink his piss that he would kill me. He had a huge 2liter bottle filled with it too, but I ignored his threat, I knew he wouldn't really kill me. Luckily he got some help and when he came back from the mental hospital he was a totally different kid. Life was pretty good though until my mom married an asshole and we moved to Utah. Ok let me give you an example of just how fucking retarded this guy really is; ok here we go. My brother and me are in the kitchen getting something to eat at 10pm. My step dad walks in and says “ Uh what are you guys doing? “ I tell him we are eating, which was really obvious. Then he looks at the clock and says, “ Who eats at 10 anyways “ and leaves. One hour later at 11 he comes back up stairs and starts to eat. I mean wtf? This guy has a talent for not making any sense. It’s funny because he is really stock up too, he holds his opinions as high as he can reach. And if you look at him he just looks primitive, he has a huge body with small hands and a small head. I never had depression until I moved to Utah, which added to my insomnia (I didn’t go to bed last night and I am still not tired, but I am a little stupid right now, and a little slow, hopefully what I am writing makes sense). I was extremely close to my grandma and other family members, and I had to leave them for the bitch my mom married. After a couple of months it was time for school again. The most memorable thing in 6th grade was the very night before my first day of school. I wake up and start to get ready, I can’t remember what I did but I woke my mom up for something. She got really mad at me and said it was 10:00PM and that I needed to go to bad. I thought it was time to go to school, but for some reason woke up at 10 and thought it was time. I don’t remember what she said, but the last word literally made my heart come to a complete stop. I turned around and walked away. And then for some reason I started to laugh. I couldn’t stop laughing though. I started to get really scared because I thought I would never stop. So then I started to cry. But finally after about 10 minutes I stopped and fell back to sleep. It was a strange night. Pretty much ever since we moved it has been down hill. I started to self-mutilate. At first I was scared to cut myself but after awhile I was trying to keep myself from doing it because it started to feel so good. I pretty much did stop when I cut so deep that I could feel this strange crunching when I cut and had to tape the wound shut because when I woke up the next morning it still looked the same, hadn’t even began to heal. That was around the time I came up with the nick Malice Rancor, to me that was bliss. I wished very badly that I could hate everyone, but I am really sensitive. I can’t stand to watch someone else get hurt and I cry at movies, actually I just got back from Pearl Harbor and that movie made me cry, it sucks. But if it’s me it has never been a big deal. When I was little I would run and hide if I got hurt because I was scared I would get in trouble. My mom says she would follow a trail of blood and it would always lead to a blanket soaked in it with me under it. And sometimes she said there would be blood dripping of my bunk bed and she would find me up there. I can’t remember much of it, but I remember when I almost cut my toe off with a shovel and hopped back to the house and into my room to hide. In 7th grade everyone made fun of me and I had no friends in school. And I wanted to be popular really bad. I don’t know why but in 9th grade the same girls that made fun of me and called me a nerd were stalking me. This one would say I was her lover, and other would follow me around trying to get my phone number, and someone was even trying to get my address once. I thought I wanted to be popular until then. So many girls were bothering me that I started to wish I was ugly, this is because I was really shy and it just frightened me. But luckily in High School it was back to hanging out with just a few other people and myself. Ok my grandma made me some dinner, time to go grub.

I have had dreams where I am falling off a cliff or something like that, but nothing that is endless. Once when I was sleeping on the couch and after having a dream were I was falling I woke up on the floor. So I moved away from the couch and onto my bed and then I had another dream were I was falling and woke right back up on the floor again. First and last time I ever fell out of bed and it happened twice in a row. I have had some really strange nightmares though. Once I was staring at myself in the mirror. And I was telling myself to hurt myself. I kept telling myself over and over and started to get really angry. I was in a bathroom with the lights off just staring as I kept saying that in my mind over and over. Finally I watched as I picked up a big metal pair of scissors and stuck the bottom blade underneath my eyelid and began to cut up them. Also when I was a kid I had dreams about the statue at my grandma's house. In the dream I awake far into the night, on a couch that sits by an old T.V. set that looks like a wooden box and a window behind me that looks out into a long driveway that reaches the dead end of a road by a pond with a broken dock. When I get up to leave the room, I can see a glass door in the room after then one I am about to enter, but I cannot see through it yet. As I leave the room that I awoke from I enter the kitchen, and on the counter is a small black dog. I know what is happening at this point, I have done this before. But even the first time I knew their was something wrong with that dog, that their was something abnormal about it. But I begin to approach it any ways, and once I get to the counter it bites my hand, refusing to let go. The only thing I can do is break its jaw off, so that I can get my hand back. It is a sickening thing to do, but I pull its jaw down until it breaks off, and once it does, purple ooze vomits from its jawless mouth onto the counter and my hand. After this I walk out of the kitchen and into the room with the sliding glass door. I still can’t see through it, the only thing I would be able to see through it at this point, would be something that is standing right next to it. Once I get halfway through the room, the terrain behind it starts to come into focus in the shadows. And once I finally make it to the door, I stand there and peer at the statue that rests just behind and to the right side of the pool in the backyard. The yard is huge and at no point can you ever see the whole thing, but I am just looking at the statue. I began to notice it moving, the movements are confusing though, it doesn’t seem to move at all, while it is also at the same time moving closer. When I see it move my mind feels refreshed, as if I had just remembered an old memory, or just realized something that I had forgotten, or perhaps that I finally had realized that this is real, that there is really something to the thoughts that promoted that this statue was alive. It seems to move the same way the carpet crawls when you have astigmatism, or the way the ceiling would move up endlessly while not moving at all. It seemed to sway closer to me, instead of actually walking. I never saw it move the whole way though, once it was half way down the pool it would appear in front of me. But I never saw it appear, I just realized that it was there, and so she was. The statue is Venus, the goddess of love. I never knew that though, but I felt close to her. But just like that dog, I felt something wrong with her. She seemed to encompass both perfection and imperfection, this kind of nature was beyond creepy. Her presence seemed to fade the line between good and evil, strange and normal, hate and love. I could never figure her out, I was scared of her, yet I felt safe in a way I had never felt it before. All I do is stare at her as my thoughts try desperately to move on, to move past the door, to move past her stone skin, to find out what she is thinking. And just like she appeared, the dream ends without any apparent last moment, or thought marking the ending. Just a memory that nothing happened beyond that point, but no memory of the last moment before I awoke from the dream. I don't know why I had wierd thoughts like that about her but I did, you know how dreams can be. It got to the point though, that once, when I girl in real life was talking to me about the statue, I thought she said she saw it move too. And I was like, "Really! I seen it move too". But then I realized she was saying that my grandpa is perverted for having that naked statue in his backyard. It was wierd, I could have sworn she said she saw it move.

Cyber Monte the Special - Laiceps eht Etnom Rebyc Monte wasn’t like the other Cyberdemons he was special. Ever since that one crazy eyed man started to scream at him, saying “Hey you ugly piece of shit, how about a makeover” and blasted him the head with his rocket launcher fifty times, Monte has been different from the other Cyberdemons. For instance he no longer called those floating skulls Lost Souls, but instead called them Sluos Tsol, followed by some drool from his crooked mouth. But none of the other demons seemed to like him or understand what he was saying; they would call him names, like Jesus Christ or The Holy Spirit. The only demon that seemed to understand him was the Icon of Sin who was very, very special. The Icon would always say to Monte “If the rocket doesn’t kill you, it will only make you more special“, except he said it in a different way using what me and him called “klat laiceps”. Monte thought that was good advice so he decided it was time to find some crazy eyed men, because he couldn’t seem to get his own rocket launcher to shoot him in the head. But before Monte began his journey the Icon of Sin told him he could make a gateway to earth for him. This made Monte very excited and very sticky with drool. So off he went through the gateway to earth. Upon arriving on the other side, Monte was amazed to see the pretty blue sky and the happy little birds chirping. And with a silly grin on his face he began to walk down the street tilting his head from side to side. There was allot of men, but for some reason none of them had rocket launchers. And they were all running away for some reason. Then Monte realized that they must be out of ammo and that is why they are running away. Monte wished he had brought some ammo to give them so that they wouldn’t run, but he wasn’t expecting every single person to be out of ammo. It looked like they were out of armor too, and they also didn’t look very coordinated, they kept tripping over each other and hitting their faces on the pavement. They were also running each other over with cars and some of them were breaking windows and taking stuff out of the buildings. “Oh” thought Monte “Silly me, I know why they aren’t like the crazy eyed men I am used to. These are called bitches, they only cook and clean for the men and they don’t know how to shoot weapons. Those crazy guys always talk about them just before we attack them, then they start talking about their guns and other stuff.” Only minutes later tons of men came armed with rocket launchers, blasting Monte with loads of rockets. Luckily Monte has been learning how to speak to non-special people so they can understand what he is saying. “Shoot me in da heed, shoot me in da heed. No, dats nots meh heed!” This was terrible, non-of the crazy eyed men were shooting him in the head, they kept shooting him in the stomach, and Monte didn’t know what to do. Then Monte had a fantastic idea, he went and grabbed himself a bitch and held it in front of his stomach so that they wouldn’t shoot him there. It worked perfectly; he was getting hit in the head with rockets so fast he couldn’t even count them all. But Monte was no Icon of Sin; he couldn’t take all of that abuse. And before he knew it, he was strain across the town after his own fatal explosion. “Poor, poor, poor Monte” thought the Icon of Sin “I guess I am the only special demon in hell now, MUWAHAHAHAHA! There is only room for one special demon in hell, who talks using klat laiceps, and that is me!”

Hmm.. trying to think of a good story. There seems to be a lot of PORNO in this forum, I don’t know why but that is ok. Arch-Vile getting picked on by a Mancubus got some laughs, the main character was searching for something. My first story probably killed a few kids with boredom. All right then, I think I am getting the hang of this. Probably not but that is ok also. Valentines Day in Hell It was a sad day for Gorge and his curious little monkey, and not just because he was condemned to live in hell for all eternity, it was Valentines Day and he didn’t have a sweet little satanic girlfriend to sodomize. He dreamed of Pink Demons with hearts tattooed on there little buns and Barons of Love wearing black netted stockings. But everyone was to busy bending over and spreading his or her cheeks for Oldar’s rock launcher to even notice him. Well everyone except for the Icon of Sin, God bent him over a long time ago and then attached his head to that computer thing so he couldn’t move. Damn they didn’t name him after a dog for nothing, that guy sure is kinky when it comes to doggy style, or should I say “Goddy” style. Just then Gorge had a fabulous idea, “I’ll go grab a mound of flesh and resurrect it for my own devious pleasures”. This was very exiting for Gorge, demons only get penises on Valentines Day, so if you miss your chance then you are gonna have to wait a whole year for your next chance at some hardcore stabbige. So Gorge got his marine hide duffel bag from his house and gathered up a mound of flesh and brought it back home with him. “Woohoo, this is it,“ the said with a grin, “I am going to finally get some action around here!” Gorge lifted his arms, casting his demonic spell, and brought the dead demon back to life. This wasn’t a Baron of Love wearing black netted stockings or a Pink Demon with a heart tattooed to its little buns though, but a horrible sex machine of ultimate doom. The thing almost filled up the whole room, it was Gorge’s worst nightmare, Tormax the Anal Apocalypse! Who was a big fat and juicy Mancubus, who was really, really horny! -The enD-

Slowly and painfully Malice gets up and returns to the fray.

Well this is my first story so feel free to tell me what you like and don't like. Approaching the End - Doom Influenced Story Weak yet restless, Grehl Corvin, a now lone marine, stared out into the hell-stricken fray. While standing very still behind a broken window of a building that was at one time a hospital. With an infernal view such as this, a hopeless sight that you could not escape, he began to wonder if there was really a reason to survive anymore. If miles of empty land did not stretch across this dead world, then it was because hordes of demons were seen searching for another victim, one or the other, it was never comforting. Those beasts would search for an eternity even if there was nothing left; they would continue their endless journey despite where it led them. That's the strange thing about them, they don't need food to survive, but yet they yearn to kill and that is all it seems they ever want. Their bodies have no need for food or sleep, but their minds seem to need to satisfaction of destruction. Just as our minds need sleep, just as our minds need rest from the tight grip of our reality, theirs need to feed that malicious and endless hunger that implores them to keep searching, to keep killing, relentlessly. Sill staring hopelessly and thinking about the nature of these malign creatures, Grehl began to think of his mind's condition as well. It had almost been a week since he had last fallen asleep, since he last got to close his eyes and dream or even felt the need to eat. It seems that nothing will be left unscathed, they have scarred even reality itself, if felt as if it was all melting away, as if nothing ever existed in the first place. The thought of having a dream or even a nightmare, to fall asleep and let go of it all, to leave everything behind, was tempting enough for Grehl to consider trying to knock himself unconscious. Now gazing into the burning sky, he watched the infernal flames dance like hell-bent savages above his stolid eyes, while thinking of his relationship to the nature of the hellspawn. "While I watch them I almost feel like I am one of them now, I have no fear of these creatures anymore, I no longer feel the distance between myself and them. In a way I feel that I can relate to their undying hunger now. I used to feel that we were on different sides, and we were, but my side doesn't seem real anymore. I have nothing left to save, nothing left to fight for, my life is as torn as these wretched lands that I stare at now. They killed everyone I ever cared about, but my eyes are empty now. I feel that if I do not fight, if I do not press on, I will succumb to the pain that torments them. Without killing, without pressing on, what would I do? Without the hordes of demons would there be anything left for me, would there be anything left at all? To them everything must be like this, to them there is nothing else, nothing but pain and the ritual of combat that makes one somewhat oblivious to this hell. And just like them, combat that keeps me from feeling alone, alone with my thoughts and sullen pain. Just as Grehl began to look away, a screech echoed through the ruptures around him. The sound of metal ornaments could be heard jingling after the firm pounds of running footsteps. Along with the quick and short sounds of sharp metal objects briefly hitting the concrete ground while they would slide across it. At this point it was obvious what they were, Warmungers. They always hunt in packs and after one finds suitable prey it alerts the others with a brief and intense screech. They are easy to take down but are very agile and dangerous when in close combat, and at no point will you ever see the whole pack all at once. Grehl quickly picked up his Plasma Rifle and turned around looking the room over. Warmungers are very cunning and will try to close in on you as much as possible before striking. Sometimes one will divert the attention of the prey while another comes in behind and finds a place to hide from them, while slowly getting closer, using what hiding places are present at that time. You always needed to keep moving your eyes and body from side to side to make sure they don't start trying to sneak up on you. The footsteps and the sounds of metal came to a halt, and Grehl began to slowly back up against the wall to give himself further protection from the pack. And just as he could feel himself press up against the wall, a loud clap cut through the air like thunder. The wall behind him began to rumble and pushed him onto the ground as if something powerful hit it from the otherside. His Rifle had also fallen to the ground from his hands next to a scorched Warmunger. It was about 5'5 with a wide chest and slim hips. Ornaments made from scraps decorated its botched clothing. Its face had all types of metal piercings, and a crude axe that was in its left hand. The axe seemed to have been crafted from scraps coming from this very hospital itself. Grabbing his Rifle, Grehl quickly jumped up and turned around, now facing the wall. The wall was still there, just slightly warped from the rubble that hit it from the building that used to be standing next to it. Off in the distance he caught sight of an enormous monstrosity, an extremely feared and powerful demon known none other than the Holocaust. Fifteen feet tall, weighing around five tons, with eyesight that would put a hawk to shame and a roar that could literally kill a lion, or any animal that wasn't wearing special armor. It wielded a huge infernal axe with its left hand and a biological cannon adorned its right arm. Being that it was so dense it wasn't very fast, although its inverted knees gave it the ability to jump about twelve feet high and about twenty feet in distance. This was no time to ponder what he was up against though, so Grehl made his way out of the building to confront this one demon onslaught. Once in the open, Grehl once again caught sight of the Holocaust and began making his run towards him. This fucker was at least a mile away, and was already unloading huge balls of black and crimson energy right towards him. Moving left and right, the ground blew out chunks of rocks and soil at him from both side were the blasts had made contact. There wasn't really any threat at the moment, there was more than ample time to avoid the threat, but it is never good idea to stay out in open terrain very long. Four minutes had passed and the Holocaust was almost close enough to take out with what ammo Grehl had left. The demon bent down and let out a roar towards him, blowing up dirt and scraps in his direction. The few pieces that hit him weren't a concern, but it was beginning to be difficult to actually see the damn thing. And before he knew it, the ground around him shook as the sound of an immense thump behind him caught his attention. Now turning around he could see the Holocaust with its axe lifted over its head, just about to make the first and what would be the last blow. Grehl backed up and strafed to the left with his finger firmly pressed on the Plasma Rifle's trigger, blasting the Holocaust mid-center. The demon swung its axe to the side, only inches from Grehl's face, while using the momentum from the swing to turn its body around with its cannon face to face with the marine. Grehl quickly started to back-up while moving to the right to avoid the blasts. The beast began to walk towards Grehl with its deep red eyes fixed right on him and a wicked snarl on its face while pumping out its huge energy blasts as if it was fighting a squadron of men. "Whoa" Grehl thought to himself. "If I slip up once, move the wrong direction just one time, one of these are going to hit me dead on. Hopefully it doesn't roar again, it is already hard enough to see those blasts or the beast shooting them without being close by. I can adjust my visor to see him better, but I can only see the damn energy blasts in the mode that it is currently in, anything else and this will become much more difficult." It wouldn't have mattered if the beast stirred up the dirt again with one of its wailing roars, because the winds began to pick up, as they do often now. Dirt and scraps flew through the sky and around Grehl like a visible plaque. At this point there wasn't much of a choice but to switch modes on his visor to see the Holocaust. He adjusted the helm with just a few verbal commands, and pointed his Rifle at the demon once again and started shooting. Luckily the Holocausts cannon pulls its arm back each time it fires. It would be to hard to judge when to dodge a projectile if there is too much distance between him and the cannon, so staying up close was the best bet. When your close to the cannon you would need to move out of the way immediately after each time the force from the blast pushed its arm back. Grehl began to use his tactic while keeping his Rifle dead on the Holocaust and firing constantly. Only a few minutes later the demon let out a terrifying roar as its body imploded strain across the battlefield. Small pieces of its torn flesh and its blood were carried away by the blaring winds. Its sudden death was somewhat unexpected, but much appreciated non-the less. It was time to move out of the open terrain now. Grehl explored a few more destroyed buildings until the winds died down. He looked out as far as he could see and began to make his journey to the next area where supplies would most likely be present. To survive, ammo must not be scarce, for long.

Yeah I went back to spending all my time playing EQ. That game is so tedious and at the same time so addictive that I feel like a masochist when I play it.

http://www.gamespy.com/top10/march01/revolutionary/ Check out where Doom ranked

www.geocities.com/ad_ndsp/sbframe.htm Here's a picture of the Baphomet. If the Baphomet represented any demon in Doom, then it would be the Icon of Sin. Because the Baphomet is an Icon of Satanism.

Actually with Legacy you don't have to type anything, you just need to type the name of the deh file along with the extension.

I'm wondering what other Doomers like in levels. I personally like them to be extremely Hellish with lots of enemies. I like lots of Fire, Flesh and Metal. I also like it to have a few areas that step out of the theme a little. Not just texture but gameplay and such. I like to see small indoor areas and big outdoor areas. I prefer mostly action, but I like it to have some suspense too. It's always nice to see something new too. Like strange architecture or a new enemy that stays with the Doom atmosphere.

When you make a new sound using Wintex, how do you use it? Let's say you make a sound that you wan't a specific monster to use for a nearby sound, how would you assign that sound to that specific monster.

Oh ya now I remember. Before I knew you could use -deh to launch wad files. I would load the .deh that i wanted to use and wright it to hack.exe and just type hack instead of doom2. Then one day i opened up someones batchfile and say the -deh parameter. I had a folder that had differant .exe files that were for the varies .deh files that i had.

You should just use a source port. You don't have to specifically design it for a source port or anything. But I wouldn't let the limits of Plain Vanilla Doom hold you back.

I liked how the outside looked on Sony Playstation on the Tower of Babel level, the sky was full of Inferno. I like dark moody stuff, but the bright burning inferno stuff is cool too.

doom2 -file name.wad -deh name.deh If you are using legacy then you don't have to type -deh legacy -file name.wad name.deh I'm not sure if plain vanilla doom supports .deh though?

Ok I just got done adding all my new Wall textures. But now I just noticed that when I look in the Advanced Menu, that "Edit Floors" can't be selected. Only "Edit Levels" and "Edit Textures" can be selected. I figured I could edit floors in the edit textures thing too, but I didn't see any listed -=============================UPDATE===========================- Also I just got an error message running this wad with my new textures along side with a level. LEGACY: "R_AddSingleSpriteDef: too much sprite replacements (numspritelumps)" ZDoom: "4 errors encountered during texture generation GetLastError=0" MBF: "R_GenerateLookup: Column without a patch in texture RAIL_04" "R_GenerateLookup: Column without a patch in texture RAIL_03" "R_GenerateLookup: Column without a patch in texture RAIL_02" "R_GenerateLookup: Column without a patch in texture BRICK_06" * Yes those 4 textures it listed are real names of textures I used. * SMMU: 4 errors. EDGE: It actually ran with Edge, but didn't use my .DEH file. Maybe it never did? DOOM2: Said the same thing MBF said I first ran it with Legacy so I didn't know what it was talking about, but now that I've seen the other Ports error messages. I fixed the Rail problems, it didn't align them right, you know the part were you have to get both numbers to equal 0 0. But I don't know what is wrong with the Brick_06. When MBF displays it as an error, it says BRICK_06 and at the end has a weird looking "C" BRICK_06C, but its a strange looking one.

Just out of curiosity, tell me what your god is.

Mmmmm Doom editor trick, mmmmmm Right Click New Text Document Rename Voodoo Copy Paste Save

Ya I just went over there and tried to post, it said the same thing you mentioned and wouldn't let me post. I guess that's why it has been so empty lately.

I think that water fountain is just a replaced Texture or Thing. You can replace one of dooms animated textures with a bunch of little blue things that look like water, or you can do the same with a Thing that is animated such as a torch. And then you just give the floor a water texture to go with the animation. By doing this you can make rain and snow too.

Ya I never have seen a level made for Legacy. But I use Legacy to play mostly just because it is compatible with my Gravis. I never used ZDoom, Edge, Boom (MBF now), etc... until I started comming across wads made for them. Especially ZDoom, there is a ton of levels for it.