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DestinyPlayer said:
They're still apparently connected, because Doomguy has the bullshit murdercube from Doom 3 as a tableweight next to his PC.
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Neruz said:
Actually he got that from the Lazarus Labs level in Doom 2016.

Where the hell the UAC got the Soul Cube from, and why its missing its gold pointy bits, is anyone's guess. Hell, presumably.
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FaerieKnight79 said:
Which would again suggest that Doom 3 and Doom 2016 are the same timeline.
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Nope, because there's tablets depicting DOOM 3's Soul Cube in Argenta. They already confirmed there being a multiverse.
 
Spiderman is obviously a critical part of the DOOM-verse. Why? Well, he's been everywhere... :)

I expect, if you look hard, you can find demonic (probably humanoid) ponies. Not found them yet? You obviously haven't looked hard enough! :)


Can you figure out who there is supposed to be who? The central figure (the centaur) is apparently 'Tirek'. Or, you could just admire the pretty colours. :)

Past a certain point the interconnectedness of various media and story elements can just get seriously weird and surreal...

Of course, I will now get all the 'DOOM purists' annoyed with me. :)

"You are getting all your post-post-post modernism in my fandom!"
 
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FaerieKnight79 said:
Yeah, you did. The most important ones too: Don't Know, and Don't Care.
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Third Base?
Shortstop? :)
(I suppose I should mention Who's on First...)

I'm now wondering if there's the possibility of making this Taylor laugh, with real humour, and if there's someone/something funny enough out there that could help her put her Rage to one side, even for a little while...
 
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13. DOOMed XII: Actionable Intelligence of DOOM
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    • A little interlude to mark the release of DOOM Eternal. Just for fun :)​

    Dinah lay in bed plotting.

    All the excitement outside had, after a couple more loud explosions although nothing on the scale of that first one, died away a while ago. Her parents had spend some time on the phone to Uncle Roy, then more time on the internet and watching the TV in an attempt to figure out what was going on. Everyone seemed very confused, from what she could see, and scared too.

    At one point, when she'd opened the window and stuck her head out, she could have sworn she heard a chainsaw in the distance, and someone laughing in a manner that was… disturbing. Her mother had quickly pulled her back inside, closed the window, and told her it wasn't safe outside.

    Which was generally true in Brockton Bay all the time, so it wasn't like she wasn't used to it.

    She'd been sent to bed at that point, as it was very late and only the general chaos had allowed her to be up this long to begin with. She rather thought that her parents had basically forgotten about her for a while as they were so caught up in whatever was happening and why.

    Dinah actually had a pretty shrewd idea about the cause of all this. Much more so than they did, and she suspected much more so than most people did.

    Her ability seemed to have had a really unpleasant shock a few days ago, and had been extremely helpful ever since. Like it had seen something it didn't enjoy and was more or less hiding while being as cooperative as possible in the hopes that whatever was coming would leave it alone. The best part was that the pain had stopped completely, which left her in a far better mood than she'd been in since that awful moment she'd gained this peculiar power. The power she couldn't get her parents to take seriously, and the one that had helpfully told her was going to lead to some terrible consequences for her and them at some point in the near future.

    Of course, that was the old future.

    The new future was much more interesting, and led to some interesting if slightly scary places if she was careful.

    Her power had told her that too, and had only needed a little persuasion to become really remarkably open about all sorts of useful things to know. She'd only had to threaten to let Her know about it being annoying twice before it screamed and hid again.

    The girl didn't know, exactly, who She was, but she knew She was someone that whatever made powers was terrified of, based on her own one. And because of Her Dinah had a number of options that she'd not had before, ones that would save her family and her as well.

    This made her very happy, and the thought of what was going to happen to a certain person she'd never met and never wanted to meet made her even happier. In a very wrong way, she thought with a tiny dark grin into the dimness of her bedroom.

    "100% chance of a fucker getting fucked," she whispered to herself, rolling her head to the side so she could see the green numbers on her alarm clock.

    Two thirty in the morning. She'd heard her mother and father go to bed an hour and a half ago, and all sounds of movement had stopped half an hour or so later after some faint talking. Even through the wall and across the hallway, they'd sounded worried, which she was upset about, but she was sure that trying to explain would only cause them to either look at her like she was nuts, or cause even more trouble if they believed her.

    Her power, when she poked it, agreed. Somewhat reluctantly before it hid again.

    Slightly amused, she kept waiting until the numbers clicked over to 03:00, then very quietly indeed slipped out of bed and got dressed in warm clothing. Extremely carefully she opened her bedroom door, having arranged a few extra items of clothing under the covers, crept out onto the landing, closed it with a wince at the tiny sound it produced, then tip-toed down the hallway to the stairs. Avoiding the fourth one from the bottom which creaked she made it to the first floor, and a few minutes later was outside in the back yard.

    Having waited for a little while to make sure her parents didn't wake up and notice she was missing, she silently asked a few specific questions of her ability, smiled grimly, and headed for the rear of their large yard. With the aid of a small flashlight she found the place she could climb the fence, dropped into the service alley on the other side, and trotted off into the oddly quiet city.

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    Fifteen minutes later, having avoided a number of other people and two police cars which were driving slowly along while the occupants kept a careful eye on the surroundings of the upscale neighborhood she lived in, she reached the point her power told her was right. It didn't seem happy to do so, but she insisted, and it complied with a sort of a silent whimper.

    Dinah was having a lot more fun than she'd expected, and finding that she could twist a percentage chance of something happening into an effective method to avoid certain things while locating others was very interesting. And useful.

    When she finally got to the correct spot, which was in a particularly dark part of the city on the boundary between her own neighborhood and where things started to get far less well maintained, she stopped and looked around.

    Listening carefully, she could hear nothing other than the background sounds of the city, which included intermittent gunshots far in the distance, over the faint noises of cars and what nightlife there was at this hour. Nothing unusual, really.

    She prodded her ability with a couple of leading questions, nodded, and turned her head.

    "I know you're there," she said quietly into the blackness behind the garage she'd snuck down the side of.

    There was no answer, but after a moment she heard a faint scraping sound.

    "SHE would approve."

    The pause this time was longer, but the silence was finally broken by a raspy voice that replied, "We serve HER will."

    "I know," Dinah said.

    "You are not HER."

    "No. I am not HER."

    Another pause was followed by the voice saying, "SHE is busy. SHE is angry."

    "I know something that would make HER even angrier. I can tell you where it is."

    After a couple of seconds, another voice, equally disturbing but different, said, "Do you serve HER will?"

    Dinah thought quickly, then replied, "In a way. I have information SHE would be angry about. Maybe… you could do something about it? SHE is very busy, of course."

    "SHE is the Doom Queen."

    "Even so, she must have more important things to do, right? There's no point in her doing everything herself."

    "SHE can do anything, for SHE is the One."

    Dinah nodded, smiling a little. "I know that too. All I'm saying is that I know about something SHE would want to do something about, but it's not important enough for HER to waste her valuable time on since you, who serve HER will, could do it for her. That would make HER happy, right? Or less angry, anyway. Which has to be good. And she'd be pleased with you."

    A very long silence followed, with only a slight almost inaudible muttering coming from somewhere, in a language that she was sure she'd never heard before. Her power was lurking in the back of her mind basically staring at her in horror, but she ignored it. Eventually, the first voice spoke again.

    "We serve HER will. You serve HER will. Speak."

    Dinah did. Concisely and accurately, using all the information she'd managed to derive about a specific threat that had been heading in her direction, with a large number of horrific possible outcomes she'd seen no way out of until recently.

    And the whole time she was smiling nastily.

    "That's it. That's everything I know. It should be enough for you guys, I hope."

    "We will execute HER will." The voice was a third one, much deeper than the other two, and it sounded almost amused in a pretty terrifying way.

    The girl nodded, feeling an inner glee.

    "Thanks. Oh, one other thing. Can you give him a message first?"

    A moment or two passed then the deep voice replied, "Speak your message."

    She said a few words.

    Then she lifted a hand in a wave to the darkness, turned, and headed home. A few seconds of faint sounds which would have caused any witness to feel very worried occurred, then the area was completely silent once more.

    =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

    Climbing back into bed, shivering a little from the chill outside, Dinah relaxed into the soft mattress and the warmth of the blankets, her lips slightly upcurved in what was almost an evil smirk. Rolling over she put her hand under her cheek and closed her eyes, mumbling something to herself with a tiny giggle. Moments later she was asleep, feeling more contented than she had done for weeks.

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    Thomas jerked upright in his bed, staring wildly around with his heart hammering. Something had woken him from yet another horrible dream, and he was sweating like he'd run a marathon.

    There was a strange sound coming from somewhere, far too close for comfort, and he could smell something strange. And what was that peculiar reddish light he could just make out? He turned his head to the side, then nearly fainted.

    The half dozen dully glowing pairs of what he gradually realized were eyes looked back at him. One set blinked, then another, as he tried to remember how to breathe.

    "We serve HER will," a ghastly voice said out of the dark of his underground and totally impenetrable armored bunker. "Dinah Alcott sends her regards and says fuck you," it added in a tone of mild delight.

    He nearly managed to reach his gun in time, not that it would have helped all that much.
     
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    Watching the rest of Doom 3, I'm now starting to wonder if the "ancient warrior" the stone tablets in Doom 3 depict might just be B.j. Blazkowicz the 3rd. Granted, my evidence is rather flimsy. Namely that the tablet depicting the ancient warrior wielding the soul cube is identical to the cover art for the original Doom, with the exception of the guns being replaced by the Soul Cube. Which could suggest that the coffin seen in that game holds the Doomslayer, thus setting up why he's in the facility in Doom 2016. But again, the evidence is flimsy.
     
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