During lunch conversation yesterday I told CLAW about an interesting situation that occurred a few days back while Lex and I were tearing the shit out of the Locust horde in the interest of preparation for GOW2.
Somewhere between popping heads and blender-busting boomers we got to talking about Duke Nukem 3D. For a few days I had been, annoyingly, saying “Damn! I’m lookin’ goooooood” in my best (terrible) Duke voice and I think I was saying it every time I blew the face off of some poor slob in aviator goggles – which was a lot. A lot.
So I wanted to show her the first few levels of the good ol’ DN3D. A history lesson in ass kickery, if you will; an example of the refinement of a genre we both enjoy. Also, a suprisingly candid view into my very much younger self.
The game holds up. It’s not UT3 or anything, but it holds. So I’m showing Lex the strippers, showing Lex the toilet secret, showing Lex the dead Doom Marine. She’s totally into this. Almost every turn brought a “Sweet!“, “Dude!” or “This is, like, a 13yr old’s dream!”
Somewhere in there she says, “This is so awesome! Why didn’t they make a sequel to this?”