Doom 64

I am so glad you all enjoyed this piece.﻿ I wrote this soundtrack so long ago I sometimes forget how weird it actually was. I remember creating this one, it was perhaps one of the least musical of the score but was very effective in creating the correct mood for the level. Thanks again for the kind words. -Aubrey Hodges, Musical Director, Doom 64 "Those are words from the musical director of Doom 64 in reference to one of his songs. The sounds seem to be something with a deep voice (or someone, after all, it IS possible to slow down vocals.) Fellow /x/ philes like me refer to this song as a "Brick inducing Fear Fest" or a "Hypnotically, evil, song that numbs all your senses and murders you, slowly." Whatever this song was supposed to be, it IS fairly scary. Around 3:01 in the song, you can hear something that sounds like either children or lamb. No one's sure what this sound effect was supposed to be, but it sure is strange to hear, at first. Overall, the song is very ominous; but at least the creators actually KNEW that it was put into the game. If they didn't, I would have thought that we had a demon or ghost or some shit like that on our hands. But we don't, and we should be glad about that." These are the words of a certain "Henry Bento" who died (Apparently from "Substance Abuse") A few years ago. Hello, my name is Saul. After Henry Bento died, I decided to take on the business of finding out what that Doom 64 song was about. I just listened to it, about 3 hours ago, but the effect it had on my mind seem like something that will never fade away, even with the greatest therapist/physchiatrist. The song is called "Breakdown" and it's about six minutes and fourty-three seconds long. Trust me, these are six minutes you do NOT want to face anytime soon... I can still hear that goddamn lamb sound in my head. 
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==End of Entry #1==
Entry #2: All the fun and awesomeness of Doom 64 is sucked out of it, at least for me. This shit is getting scary. VERY scary. I almost turned white playing it.... seriously. I don't remember ANY of the shit that happened in this version of the game happening in any of the other ones... terrible pictures, no, not animals being ripped apart, no babies being eaten or killed... not any of that bullshit. The frightening pictures I saw in that game were something else. My dreams. Well, nightmares is more like it. I saw creatures and people from nightmares I had never TOLD anyone about before. I saw that man... that man I thought I would NEVER see again, the man that made me wet the bed when I was a child...
==End of Entry #2==
Entry #3: Dear god. I might not ever sleep again. I saw the man sitting on my floor, in a fetal position. At first, it seemed as if it were a dream. He just sat there, in deadly silence... until he charged at me. He ran at me with inhuman speed, his arms flailing, and his eyes... his glowing eyes. Unfortunately, his face was hidden in shadow... and I couldn't see most of it... but I think I know who it is. It's him. He's back... and I have to get rid of him. Let me clear something up. I'm not exactly in the best mental condition. I never have been, ever since I was born. My childhood was terrible. I would talk trash to every child I saw, insulting their clothes, their looks... pretty much everything school-yard bullies do to belittle other children. You might wonder why I'm telling you this; Believe me, it has a LOT to do with this. The dreams with the man started shortly after I got suspended from school for bullying someone. Except this time it got messy... the boy tried to punch me. Keep in mind that he was very small, and I was about 5'7. I punched him in his baby face. Torrential bursts of blood bursted from various blood vessels in his nose, and mouth. The boy winced in pain, and curled into a ball in the corner. He cried for me to stop... but I couldn't. I felt terrible, but at the same time... I felt as if I found happiness. Pure bliss. The pain I was causing for that boy seemed as if it was my true calling. Then I fell to the ground. The next few minutes of this were a blur... all I remember is waking up on a stretcher and asking what happened to me. "You had a seizure, young man." The doctor said to me. I was quite scared, not knowing what a seizure was (Unfortunately, school-yard bullies weren't all that smart, either.) He briefly explained to me what a seizure was... and I was completely horrified. The unexpected seizure remained a topic of mystery among the students in my class, mostly because most of the children had no idea what seizures were... but the teacher explained them. Most of the kids were crying, their face contorted into expressions of pain and fear, and that's when I felt the happiness again. I'm starting to think the man is connected to this.
==End of Entry #3==
Entry #4: Now that I have all the bullshit from my childhood out of the way... it's time to get back to business. I haven't played Doom 64 since after Entry #2 in this journal. The reasons are obvious; I'm still scared to. I keep hearing the "Pitfall" song playing in my head, while I'm sleeping. And now, there's a different song I'm hearing. It's called "Breakdown" and it's also on the Doom 64 soundtrack. It's almost like "Pitfall" save for a few differences. At around 3:58, the song cuts out. The song comes back, with the sound of bugs getting louder and louder. I suppose you should hear the song for yourself, but that's something you have to look up that song for yourself. I'm too scared to even go on YouTube anymore... let alone touch my copy of Doom 64. I can't afford to stay all night long again like I did all last week.
Ah, fuck it. I'll play Doom 64. It can't be that bad... can it? I think not. FUCK THIS. I'm burning my copy of the cursed game, and I'm moving out of this house. I've been seeing things, things I thought weren't possible to see, well in such a clean life as mine, at least. I saw bodies hanging in my closet. The ropes were tied tightly around their small necks. They looked as if they'd been starved or something before whoever killed them did the deed, and then hung them in MY closet... it's only a matter of time before they find out who (I) did it... so I better dispose of the bodies... a painful deed, but something that needs to be done... don't be surprised if I don't write in this journal anymore... I just feel like ending it all.
==End of Entry #4==
These were all the journal entries I could find. Pretty delicious stuff, if you ask me. But it makes me want to play Doom 64 again... are you wondering who I am? Well, I, my friend, am... HENRY BENTO. Aka the man in that other fucker's dreams... the one who ran at him that one night... ah yes, his blood was delicious when it hit my tongue... you see, everything has been different ever since I let the game take over my life... it makes things easier. When I was younger, I made a direct link into young Darrius Rivera, who was the writer of that journal. I'm the reason he will kill in the future. Yes, he will be put through pain soon. Mentally and physically. I guess you're wondering why I did all this... revenge. Darrius used to bully me when I was a child... and I suppose it was my acts that made him go over the edge and turn his soul over to us. If you don't mind, I am going to play Doom 64, and stare at the bodies that I placed in Darrius' closet, and he so rudely threw them out. Goodbye. I am writing this as I point a gun to my head. This might just be the last thing I'll type. Again, Goodbye.
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