Handily scratches that lizard part of my brain that jumps for joy seeing magic missiles cast on giant spiders, but I’m hard-pressed to remember an inkling of the lore or characters it so laboriously sketches out. Obsidian didn’t used to be this arch.

New Vegas’ detail and humorous mean streak hollowed out and filled with grey paste dyed in all the colors of the rainbow.

Pretty depressing.

Yeah yeah pastiche, but a better Doom than the last three actual Dooms.