Doomed: How id Lost Its Crown

bonch writes "Steve Bowler, lead animator for Midway Games, has written an article for Next Generation called Doomed: How id Lost Its Crown. He talks about id no longer being the king of the hill in the FPS genre, losing the multiplayer gaming wars to Counter-strike and the engine licensing wars to competitors like Unreal 3.0, and focusing too much on rendering realistic environments at the expense of modern gameplay features. From the article: 'It's hard to stomach having to shoot a zombie in the head the same number of times as in the body (six rounds from a pistol, thanks for asking) to dispatch it, when you can shoot a light fixture and watch how realistically light dances around the room.'"

Comments

Comment removed

[account_deleted]

Comment removed based on user account deletion

Comment removed

[account_deleted]

Comment removed based on user account deletion

YOU know WHAT@

[TheRealMindChild]

Ill TELL you how iD lost it's crown. One dark night when the moon was purple and the grass was shiny, iD decided to go bar hopping after work, but rather then visit the lavish establishments surrounding the workplace, he decided to meet some new people, and walked to the more shady side of the tracks. Passing many of the local, dirty, cross-dressing prositutes junkies, he wanders into a joint called "The Bitch Slapper". He sits down, orders a brew, and takes a swig, starting to realize that all eyes were upon him. This didn't bother iD initially, that is, until an obese, hairy fellow, who smelled of urinal cakes, sat at the stool beside him and started staring. Trying to ignore the stanky fellow, iD orders a shot of Crowne Royal. Meanwhile, Mr Gorilla kept inching closer and closer to iD until finally something had to be said... "YOU GOT A PROBLEM, FELLA?". "Your mouth am purty" replied the sasquatch. Knowing where this situation may eventually lead, iD got up and started beating the living bejesus out of the hygenically impaired patron. Not paying attention to his surroundings, as the final blow was coming down, iD smacks his undrank shot glass clear across the bar, having it shatter into pieces just inches in front of the bartender.

When the turbulance of the former situation subsided, iD found himself without his drink... without his Crowne.

The End