THE DWBRUTALDOOM CLUB BURTALDOOMS: DOOM 2

NO

Well, that escalated quickly.

NO

Somebody please make Brutal Doom compatible with Brutal Doom so I can play Brutal Doom with Brutal Doom

We need brutal doom 2!

Brutal Post Hell would be nice for a change... :D:D:D

Don't image spam, dumbasses

Linguica said:

Don't image spam, dumbasses

:(

It took me that long to realize it was April the 1st.

So... is the entire month really going to be Brutal Month? Or is there going to be a serious DWMegawad club session? I'm asking because I'd love to participate but Brutal Doom is too manly for me, I'm scared :((((

Ha, walter are you the narrator, you should consider doing vocals in a death metal band :p

walter confalonieri said:

BROOODAL GAMEPLAY

Shit, with a soundtrack like that I'd watch walter do WOW.WAD on ITYTD, with or without Brutal.

http://www.twitch.tv/johnsuitepee/c/6452181 = part 1 of my playthrough, covering episodes 1 & 2 of Ultimate Doom. (Full UV, continuous)

So far Brutal Doom has been enjoyable for me, and I like all the little details & animations that are involved in the gameplay mod. I also like the cool tricks you can do like throwing barrels/Lost Souls at enemies, and the berserk mode executions. (chaining them together is fun at times)

Only encountered two bugs; on E2M7 I executed a Caco that became a Pinky, and then a Baron that became a Caco. This happened again after an instakill death from nowhere, only it was a Baron that became a Pinky execution.

The AI allies were an interesting addition, although sometimes I found their quips a bit annoying. Alongside the screaming enemies begging for death's release, but nothing that bugged me too much.

I look forward to playing the rest of Ultimate Doom and Doom 2 with Brutal Doom, as it seems quite fun to play, at least as a gory novelty if nothing else.

ECH

tourniquet said:

Ha, walter are you the narrator, you should consider doing vocals in a death metal band :p

lol

Never_Again says
Shit, with a soundtrack like that I'd watch walter do WOW.WAD on ITYTD, with or without Brutal.

Thanks, if you're interested the wad is called Brutal Mix Up by Glaice \ Mr. Chris

Not that, I meant your deranged growling and mumbling. ;) It didn't sound made-up or forced, it just flowed smoooothly and was soothing and hilarious at the same time.

Never_Again said:

Not that, I meant your deranged growling and mumbling. ;) It didn't sound made-up or forced, it just flowed smoooothly and was soothing and hilarious at the same time.

Oh, thank you!

Oh wow.

What is this?

Heh.

How about Durrtle Boom?

Brutal doomworld.

joe-ilya said:

POSTCOUNT++++++ ^^^^^^

Turtle Broom.

Also, people sure got played the fool.

Why don't we have post Valhalla yet?

this is the best aprils fools ever, bar none, period. brootal doooom fuck you motherfucker guts and blood etc

That image of the marine rippin through the imp is so hilarious, both imp and caco are scared, while baron o' hell is eatin a hot dog.

cannonball said:

Part of me was quite tempted to play nuts.wad with brutaldoom, but then realised that I wouldn't have a laptop left after pressing the play button.

Unfortunately I'll accept this challenge (Even if some prick has a video already on the Tube) and I'll come back with a video, if my computer doesn't melt down.

Overall I think it went well.

Wow, that's nuts.

When I tried that in the past and once the monsters woke up, it was a slide show. However, I was able to with Russian Overkill due to the absurd weapons available.

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THIS WAS NOT THE END OF HIS STORY HOWEVER AS YOU MAY THINK BEING THE TEET SUCKLING NANCYBOY YOU ARE. HIS COCK ROSE OUT OF THE ASHES OF HIS EXPLODED BODY. IT HAD GAINED THE POWER OF WILL. HE WAS FINALLY 100% COCK. FOR IN THAT MOMENT THE TRUTH OF THE GAINS OF CHILDHOOD WERE UNDERSTOOD. AND JAZAYATH DID LOOK UPON NATE AND SAY TO HIM "FOR YOU SEE A PENIS IS ALL THAT MATTERS FOR WHEN YOU ARE A PENIS EVERYTHING IS COCK" AND THEN EVERYTHING WAS COCK. FROM THE BLADES OF GRASS TO THE VAST WINDLESS SEAS PENIS HAD REPLACED ALL.