@@TheBurningEngram yeah, it is if you're playing it like intended, but mouse & keyboard controls perfectly fine, but currently I am using a ps4 controller to play so I can get used to playing with controllers
That house has now altered my thinking of how the song is meant to be heard. Props to whoever messed with it so much to the point where I have to listen to this again.
To be fair, I've never heard the real song. So I probably have a more messed up version of the song than most. It's to the point that if I ever hear the real one, it will sound wrong. Yet strangely right.
I can no longer tell what elements of this map are my friend’s, which are mine… and what the map has created. I am no longer afraid that the map is creating itself. It needs me as much as I need it. Which reminds me of a dream I had the other night. I’m not sleeping much, but I recall this one with surprising clarity. I was standing on a beach staring out at the placid water, the ocean stretching out as far as the eye could see. Seagulls cawed overhead and the gentle caress of water lapped the sand in front of me. I dipped my toes into the water. At least I tried. There was no water. No ocean. It was an illusion. I realized everything around me was fake. The trees, the birds, the sand… it was all a one-act play, and I was Willie Loman. A damned fool who believed in something greater. But there was no happiness to be found. I wandered the set only to find myself staring into oblivion… it was the end of time itself. No joy, no misery, no sadness… only emptiness. Men of faith tell us the afterlife is for eternity, but is it possible to keep your sanity for eternity? A day passes in the void. A month. A year. Two. Five. Ten. Is this an eternity? Twenty years. A hundred years. A thousand years. I’ve sat in this room for a million years now entertaining the same thoughts, pondered the same questions, and ruminated on every mistake in my life… anguishing over them for centuries. A billion years now. Double that. Now double it again. I am still nowhere close to the end of eternity. I pray for death but it never comes… just me, and my thoughts and my mistakes and my insecurities and my regrets and my loneliness. Somewhere, in another dream, the version of myself that winked back is sitting on the real beach, happy and content, knowing life is finite, there is no afterlife, and happiness is found in the small things around us that we can control. Happiness has to be fought for.
I can no longer tell what elements of this map are my friend’s, which are mine… and what the map has created. I am no longer afraid that the map is creating itself. It needs me as much as I need it. Which reminds me of a dream I had the other night. I’m not sleeping much, but I recall this one with surprising clarity. I was standing on a beach staring out at the placid water, the ocean stretching out as far as the eye could see. Seagulls cawed overhead and the gentle caress of water lapped the sand in front of me. I dipped my toes into the water. At least I tried. There was no water. No ocean. It was an illusion. I realized everything around me was fake. The trees, the birds, the sand… it was all a one-act play, and I was Willie Loman. A damned fool who believed in something greater. But there was no happiness to be found. I wandered the set only to find myself staring into oblivion… it was the end of time itself. No joy, no misery, no sadness… only emptiness. Men of faith tell us the afterlife is for eternity, but is it possible to keep your sanity for eternity? A day passes in the void. A month. A year. Two. Five. Ten. Is this an eternity? Twenty years. A hundred years. A thousand years. I’ve sat in this room for a million years now entertaining the same thoughts, pondered the same questions, and ruminated on every mistake in my life… anguishing over them for centuries. A billion years now. Double that. Now double it again. I am still nowhere close to the end of eternity. I pray for death but it never comes… just me, and my thoughts and my mistakes and my insecurities and my regrets and my loneliness. Somewhere, in another dream, the version of myself that winked back is sitting on the real beach, happy and content, knowing life is finite, there is no afterlife, and happiness is found in the small things around us that we can control. Happiness has to be fought for.
I put this song into Google maps and it directed me to myhouse. Happy to be home safe and sound... all thanks to this lovely lullaby... Now if you'll excuse me, I have a plane to catch...
huh, thats funny. i remember seeing those initials while on a stop at a local shell station. the car was refueling and i had some time to just wander around. stumbled across a tree with that initial. i dunno, probably just coincidence.
I can no longer tell what elements of this map are my friend’s, which are mine… and what the map has created. I am no longer afraid that the map is creating itself. It needs me as much as I need it. Which reminds me of a dream I had the other night. I’m not sleeping much, but I recall this one with surprising clarity. I was standing on a beach staring out at the placid water, the ocean stretching out as far as the eye could see. Seagulls cawed overhead and the gentle caress of water lapped the sand in front of me. I dipped my toes into the water. At least I tried. There was no water. No ocean. It was an illusion. I realized everything around me was fake. The trees, the birds, the sand… it was all a one-act play, and I was Willie Loman. A damned fool who believed in something greater. But there was no happiness to be found. I wandered the set only to find myself staring into oblivion… it was the end of time itself. No joy, no misery, no sadness… only emptiness. Men of faith tell us the afterlife is for eternity, but is it possible to keep your sanity for eternity? A day passes in the void. A month. A year. Two. Five. Ten. Is this an eternity? Twenty years. A hundred years. A thousand years. I’ve sat in this room for a million years now entertaining the same thoughts, pondered the same questions, and ruminated on every mistake in my life… anguishing over them for centuries. A billion years now. Double that. Now double it again. I am still nowhere close to the end of eternity. I pray for death but it never comes… just me, and my thoughts and my mistakes and my insecurities and my regrets and my loneliness. Somewhere, in another dream, the version of myself that winked back is sitting on the real beach, happy and content, knowing life is finite, there is no afterlife, and happiness is found in the small things around us that we can control. Happiness has to be fought for.
@@missingno2401 I can no longer tell what elements of this map are my friend’s, which are mine… and what the map has created. I am no longer afraid that the map is creating itself. It needs me as much as I need it. Which reminds me of a dream I had the other night. I’m not sleeping much, but I recall this one with surprising clarity. I was standing on a beach staring out at the placid water, the ocean stretching out as far as the eye could see. Seagulls cawed overhead and the gentle caress of water lapped the sand in front of me. I dipped my toes into the water. At least I tried. There was no water. No ocean. It was an illusion. I realized everything around me was fake. The trees, the birds, the sand… it was all a one-act play, and I was Willie Loman. A damned fool who believed in something greater. But there was no happiness to be found. I wandered the set only to find myself staring into oblivion… it was the end of time itself. No joy, no misery, no sadness… only emptiness. Men of faith tell us the afterlife is for eternity, but is it possible to keep your sanity for eternity? A day passes in the void. A month. A year. Two. Five. Ten. Is this an eternity? Twenty years. A hundred years. A thousand years. I’ve sat in this room for a million years now entertaining the same thoughts, pondered the same questions, and ruminated on every mistake in my life… anguishing over them for centuries. A billion years now. Double that. Now double it again. I am still nowhere close to the end of eternity. I pray for death but it never comes… just me, and my thoughts and my mistakes and my insecurities and my regrets and my loneliness. Somewhere, in another dream, the version of myself that winked back is sitting on the real beach, happy and content, knowing life is finite, there is no afterlife, and happiness is found in the small things around us that we can control. Happiness has to be fought for.
@@R3SerialDreams2 Maybe I think, *The Master Levels (for Doom II)* - back in the late 90's. Running From Evil is just, notoriously used over time, 'cause they don't have any interests (to change from the existing Doom 2 WAD or as the OG Doom; e.g. Waiting For Romero To Play, Shawn's Got The Shotgun, etc.) or due to the lack of time, editing some contents before being finalized. That's all I could think for now, honestly.
@@lev7509 He's making a joke about Doom Guy not knowing what running is. Beans(The guy above me) didn't get the joke. Hence me saying "R/Whooosh" meaning the joke just whooshed past them.
I can no longer tell what elements of this map are my friend’s, which are mine… and what the map has created. I am no longer afraid that the map is creating itself. It needs me as much as I need it. Which reminds me of a dream I had the other night. I’m not sleeping much, but I recall this one with surprising clarity. I was standing on a beach staring out at the placid water, the ocean stretching out as far as the eye could see. Seagulls cawed overhead and the gentle caress of water lapped the sand in front of me. I dipped my toes into the water. At least I tried. There was no water. No ocean. It was an illusion. I realized everything around me was fake. The trees, the birds, the sand… it was all a one-act play, and I was Willie Loman. A damned fool who believed in something greater. But there was no happiness to be found. I wandered the set only to find myself staring into oblivion… it was the end of time itself. No joy, no misery, no sadness… only emptiness. Men of faith tell us the afterlife is for eternity, but is it possible to keep your sanity for eternity? A day passes in the void. A month. A year. Two. Five. Ten. Is this an eternity? Twenty years. A hundred years. A thousand years. I’ve sat in this room for a million years now entertaining the same thoughts, pondered the same questions, and ruminated on every mistake in my life… anguishing over them for centuries. A billion years now. Double that. Now double it again. I am still nowhere close to the end of eternity. I pray for death but it never comes… just me, and my thoughts and my mistakes and my insecurities and my regrets and my loneliness. Somewhere, in another dream, the version of myself that winked back is sitting on the real beach, happy and content, knowing life is finite, there is no afterlife, and happiness is found in the small things around us that we can control. Happiness has to be fought for.
@@luckyanimationideas2448 will you guys in the comment section shut up about myhouse.wad it was a cool wad but it didn't do anything new and i just wanna listen to doom music
@@traumatizedgeworthI can no longer tell what elements of this map are my friend’s, which are mine… and what the map has created. I am no longer afraid that the map is creating itself. It needs me as much as I need it. Which reminds me of a dream I had the other night. I’m not sleeping much, but I recall this one with surprising clarity. I was standing on a beach staring out at the placid water, the ocean stretching out as far as the eye could see. Seagulls cawed overhead and the gentle caress of water lapped the sand in front of me. I dipped my toes into the water. At least I tried. There was no water. No ocean. It was an illusion. I realized everything around me was fake. The trees, the birds, the sand… it was all a one-act play, and I was Willie Loman. A damned fool who believed in something greater. But there was no happiness to be found. I wandered the set only to find myself staring into oblivion… it was the end of time itself. No joy, no misery, no sadness… only emptiness. Men of faith tell us the afterlife is for eternity, but is it possible to keep your sanity for eternity? A day passes in the void. A month. A year. Two. Five. Ten. Is this an eternity? Twenty years. A hundred years. A thousand years. I’ve sat in this room for a million years now entertaining the same thoughts, pondered the same questions, and ruminated on every mistake in my life… anguishing over them for centuries. A billion years now. Double that. Now double it again. I am still nowhere close to the end of eternity. I pray for death but it never comes… just me, and my thoughts and my mistakes and my insecurities and my regrets and my loneliness. Somewhere, in another dream, the version of myself that winked back is sitting on the real beach, happy and content, knowing life is finite, there is no afterlife, and happiness is found in the small things around us that we can control. Happiness has to be fought for.
I think the buildup to the solo is just as important. Hearing this tune for the first time and realizing it was only half finished was just utterly amazing, and I was fuckin' seven when doom 2 released.
I can no longer tell what elements of this map are my friend’s, which are mine… and what the map has created. I am no longer afraid that the map is creating itself. It needs me as much as I need it. Which reminds me of a dream I had the other night. I’m not sleeping much, but I recall this one with surprising clarity. I was standing on a beach staring out at the placid water, the ocean stretching out as far as the eye could see. Seagulls cawed overhead and the gentle caress of water lapped the sand in front of me. I dipped my toes into the water. At least I tried. There was no water. No ocean. It was an illusion. I realized everything around me was fake. The trees, the birds, the sand… it was all a one-act play, and I was Willie Loman. A damned fool who believed in something greater. But there was no happiness to be found. I wandered the set only to find myself staring into oblivion… it was the end of time itself. No joy, no misery, no sadness… only emptiness. Men of faith tell us the afterlife is for eternity, but is it possible to keep your sanity for eternity? A day passes in the void. A month. A year. Two. Five. Ten. Is this an eternity? Twenty years. A hundred years. A thousand years. I’ve sat in this room for a million years now entertaining the same thoughts, pondered the same questions, and ruminated on every mistake in my life… anguishing over them for centuries. A billion years now. Double that. Now double it again. I am still nowhere close to the end of eternity. I pray for death but it never comes… just me, and my thoughts and my mistakes and my insecurities and my regrets and my loneliness. Somewhere, in another dream, the version of myself that winked back is sitting on the real beach, happy and content, knowing life is finite, there is no afterlife, and happiness is found in the small things around us that we can control. Happiness has to be fought for.
I can no longer tell what elements of this map are my friend’s, which are mine… and what the map has created. I am no longer afraid that the map is creating itself. It needs me as much as I need it. Which reminds me of a dream I had the other night. I’m not sleeping much, but I recall this one with surprising clarity. I was standing on a beach staring out at the placid water, the ocean stretching out as far as the eye could see. Seagulls cawed overhead and the gentle caress of water lapped the sand in front of me. I dipped my toes into the water. At least I tried. There was no water. No ocean. It was an illusion. I realized everything around me was fake. The trees, the birds, the sand… it was all a one-act play, and I was Willie Loman. A damned fool who believed in something greater. But there was no happiness to be found. I wandered the set only to find myself staring into oblivion… it was the end of time itself. No joy, no misery, no sadness… only emptiness. Men of faith tell us the afterlife is for eternity, but is it possible to keep your sanity for eternity? A day passes in the void. A month. A year. Two. Five. Ten. Is this an eternity? Twenty years. A hundred years. A thousand years. I’ve sat in this room for a million years now entertaining the same thoughts, pondered the same questions, and ruminated on every mistake in my life… anguishing over them for centuries. A billion years now. Double that. Now double it again. I am still nowhere close to the end of eternity. I pray for death but it never comes… just me, and my thoughts and my mistakes and my insecurities and my regrets and my loneliness. Somewhere, in another dream, the version of myself that winked back is sitting on the real beach, happy and content, knowing life is finite, there is no afterlife, and happiness is found in the small things around us that we can control. Happiness has to be fought for.
@@aquakun3869a doom wad known as Myhouse.wad is a horror version of doom 2 having a house and a bunch of terrifying stuff (its complicated for me to explain)
-The Minotaur, one of the oldest known surviving demons, was sculpted by ████ ██████ as a gift for the then Judge of Hell, Minos, in an attempt to form some kind of rapport.- -Though its creator considered it beautiful, a personalized monument of death and despair, Minos was terrified of the gross caricature of his past mistakes and cast it into the Garden of Forking Paths, hoping it would never be seen again.- -Now the Minotaur is old and its body failing, falling apart, running blind through the labyrinth in a desperate attempt to break out. Its only desire: to see the sky for one last time.-
@@bulldozer6781 also known as: the Doom and Doom 2 soundtrack's similarity to metal songs basically what I'm trying to say is that you said nothing new with that comment
I’m now reminded of MyHouse.WAD rather then just normal good ol fashioned Doom 2. It’s what being stuck in a house along with other areas that have the same interiors as the house can do to someone 😨😨
I can no longer tell what elements of this map are my friend’s, which are mine… and what the map has created. I am no longer afraid that the map is creating itself. It needs me as much as I need it. Which reminds me of a dream I had the other night. I’m not sleeping much, but I recall this one with surprising clarity. I was standing on a beach staring out at the placid water, the ocean stretching out as far as the eye could see. Seagulls cawed overhead and the gentle caress of water lapped the sand in front of me. I dipped my toes into the water. At least I tried. There was no water. No ocean. It was an illusion. I realized everything around me was fake. The trees, the birds, the sand… it was all a one-act play, and I was Willie Loman. A damned fool who believed in something greater. But there was no happiness to be found. I wandered the set only to find myself staring into oblivion… it was the end of time itself. No joy, no misery, no sadness… only emptiness. Men of faith tell us the afterlife is for eternity, but is it possible to keep your sanity for eternity? A day passes in the void. A month. A year. Two. Five. Ten. Is this an eternity? Twenty years. A hundred years. A thousand years. I’ve sat in this room for a million years now entertaining the same thoughts, pondered the same questions, and ruminated on every mistake in my life… anguishing over them for centuries. A billion years now. Double that. Now double it again. I am still nowhere close to the end of eternity. I pray for death but it never comes… just me, and my thoughts and my mistakes and my insecurities and my regrets and my loneliness. Somewhere, in another dream, the version of myself that winked back is sitting on the real beach, happy and content, knowing life is finite, there is no afterlife, and happiness is found in the small things around us that we can control. Happiness has to be fought for.
I can no longer tell what elements of this map are my friend’s, which are mine… and what the map has created. I am no longer afraid that the map is creating itself. It needs me as much as I need it. Which reminds me of a dream I had the other night. I’m not sleeping much, but I recall this one with surprising clarity. I was standing on a beach staring out at the placid water, the ocean stretching out as far as the eye could see. Seagulls cawed overhead and the gentle caress of water lapped the sand in front of me. I dipped my toes into the water. At least I tried. There was no water. No ocean. It was an illusion. I realized everything around me was fake. The trees, the birds, the sand… it was all a one-act play, and I was Willie Loman. A damned fool who believed in something greater. But there was no happiness to be found. I wandered the set only to find myself staring into oblivion… it was the end of time itself. No joy, no misery, no sadness… only emptiness. Men of faith tell us the afterlife is for eternity, but is it possible to keep your sanity for eternity? A day passes in the void. A month. A year. Two. Five. Ten. Is this an eternity? Twenty years. A hundred years. A thousand years. I’ve sat in this room for a million years now entertaining the same thoughts, pondered the same questions, and ruminated on every mistake in my life… anguishing over them for centuries. A billion years now. Double that. Now double it again. I am still nowhere close to the end of eternity. I pray for death but it never comes… just me, and my thoughts and my mistakes and my insecurities and my regrets and my loneliness. Somewhere, in another dream, the version of myself that winked back is sitting on the real beach, happy and content, knowing life is finite, there is no afterlife, and happiness is found in the small things around us that we can control. Happiness has to be fought for.
@@sfisher923 I can no longer tell what elements of this map are my friend’s, which are mine… and what the map has created. I am no longer afraid that the map is creating itself. It needs me as much as I need it. Which reminds me of a dream I had the other night. I’m not sleeping much, but I recall this one with surprising clarity. I was standing on a beach staring out at the placid water, the ocean stretching out as far as the eye could see. Seagulls cawed overhead and the gentle caress of water lapped the sand in front of me. I dipped my toes into the water. At least I tried. There was no water. No ocean. It was an illusion. I realized everything around me was fake. The trees, the birds, the sand… it was all a one-act play, and I was Willie Loman. A damned fool who believed in something greater. But there was no happiness to be found. I wandered the set only to find myself staring into oblivion… it was the end of time itself. No joy, no misery, no sadness… only emptiness. Men of faith tell us the afterlife is for eternity, but is it possible to keep your sanity for eternity? A day passes in the void. A month. A year. Two. Five. Ten. Is this an eternity? Twenty years. A hundred years. A thousand years. I’ve sat in this room for a million years now entertaining the same thoughts, pondered the same questions, and ruminated on every mistake in my life… anguishing over them for centuries. A billion years now. Double that. Now double it again. I am still nowhere close to the end of eternity. I pray for death but it never comes… just me, and my thoughts and my mistakes and my insecurities and my regrets and my loneliness. Somewhere, in another dream, the version of myself that winked back is sitting on the real beach, happy and content, knowing life is finite, there is no afterlife, and happiness is found in the small things around us that we can control. Happiness has to be fought for.
I can no longer tell what elements of this map are my friend’s, which are mine… and what the map has created. I am no longer afraid that the map is creating itself. It needs me as much as I need it. Which reminds me of a dream I had the other night. I’m not sleeping much, but I recall this one with surprising clarity. I was standing on a beach staring out at the placid water, the ocean stretching out as far as the eye could see. Seagulls cawed overhead and the gentle caress of water lapped the sand in front of me. I dipped my toes into the water. At least I tried. There was no water. No ocean. It was an illusion. I realized everything around me was fake. The trees, the birds, the sand… it was all a one-act play, and I was Willie Loman. A damned fool who believed in something greater. But there was no happiness to be found. I wandered the set only to find myself staring into oblivion… it was the end of time itself. No joy, no misery, no sadness… only emptiness. Men of faith tell us the afterlife is for eternity, but is it possible to keep your sanity for eternity? A day passes in the void. A month. A year. Two. Five. Ten. Is this an eternity? Twenty years. A hundred years. A thousand years. I’ve sat in this room for a million years now entertaining the same thoughts, pondered the same questions, and ruminated on every mistake in my life… anguishing over them for centuries. A billion years now. Double that. Now double it again. I am still nowhere close to the end of eternity. I pray for death but it never comes… just me, and my thoughts and my mistakes and my insecurities and my regrets and my loneliness. Somewhere, in another dream, the version of myself that winked back is sitting on the real beach, happy and content, knowing life is finite, there is no afterlife, and happiness is found in the small things around us that we can control. Happiness has to be fought for.
I can no longer tell what elements of this map are my friend’s, which are mine… and what the map has created. I am no longer afraid that the map is creating itself. It needs me as much as I need it. Which reminds me of a dream I had the other night. I’m not sleeping much, but I recall this one with surprising clarity. I was standing on a beach staring out at the placid water, the ocean stretching out as far as the eye could see. Seagulls cawed overhead and the gentle caress of water lapped the sand in front of me. I dipped my toes into the water. At least I tried. There was no water. No ocean. It was an illusion. I realized everything around me was fake. The trees, the birds, the sand… it was all a one-act play, and I was Willie Loman. A damned fool who believed in something greater. But there was no happiness to be found. I wandered the set only to find myself staring into oblivion… it was the end of time itself. No joy, no misery, no sadness… only emptiness. Men of faith tell us the afterlife is for eternity, but is it possible to keep your sanity for eternity? A day passes in the void. A month. A year. Two. Five. Ten. Is this an eternity? Twenty years. A hundred years. A thousand years. I’ve sat in this room for a million years now entertaining the same thoughts, pondered the same questions, and ruminated on every mistake in my life… anguishing over them for centuries. A billion years now. Double that. Now double it again. I am still nowhere close to the end of eternity. I pray for death but it never comes… just me, and my thoughts and my mistakes and my insecurities and my regrets and my loneliness. Somewhere, in another dream, the version of myself that winked back is sitting on the real beach, happy and content, knowing life is finite, there is no afterlife, and happiness is found in the small things around us that we can control. Happiness has to be fought for.
It's been a year but what you're looking for is a Rhodes or Hammond organ, or some synths have a "Rock Organ" midi preset (which is what this uses, I think)
I can no longer tell what elements of this map are my friend’s, which are mine… and what the map has created. I am no longer afraid that the map is creating itself. It needs me as much as I need it. Which reminds me of a dream I had the other night. I’m not sleeping much, but I recall this one with surprising clarity. I was standing on a beach staring out at the placid water, the ocean stretching out as far as the eye could see. Seagulls cawed overhead and the gentle caress of water lapped the sand in front of me. I dipped my toes into the water. At least I tried. There was no water. No ocean. It was an illusion. I realized everything around me was fake. The trees, the birds, the sand… it was all a one-act play, and I was Willie Loman. A damned fool who believed in something greater. But there was no happiness to be found. I wandered the set only to find myself staring into oblivion… it was the end of time itself. No joy, no misery, no sadness… only emptiness. Men of faith tell us the afterlife is for eternity, but is it possible to keep your sanity for eternity? A day passes in the void. A month. A year. Two. Five. Ten. Is this an eternity? Twenty years. A hundred years. A thousand years. I’ve sat in this room for a million years now entertaining the same thoughts, pondered the same questions, and ruminated on every mistake in my life… anguishing over them for centuries. A billion years now. Double that. Now double it again. I am still nowhere close to the end of eternity. I pray for death but it never comes… just me, and my thoughts and my mistakes and my insecurities and my regrets and my loneliness. Somewhere, in another dream, the version of myself that winked back is sitting on the real beach, happy and content, knowing life is finite, there is no afterlife, and happiness is found in the small things around us that we can control. Happiness has to be fought for.
I can no longer tell what elements of this map are my friend’s, which are mine… and what the map has created. I am no longer afraid that the map is creating itself. It needs me as much as I need it. Which reminds me of a dream I had the other night. I’m not sleeping much, but I recall this one with surprising clarity. I was standing on a beach staring out at the placid water, the ocean stretching out as far as the eye could see. Seagulls cawed overhead and the gentle caress of water lapped the sand in front of me. I dipped my toes into the water. At least I tried. There was no water. No ocean. It was an illusion. I realized everything around me was fake. The trees, the birds, the sand… it was all a one-act play, and I was Willie Loman. A damned fool who believed in something greater. But there was no happiness to be found. I wandered the set only to find myself staring into oblivion… it was the end of time itself. No joy, no misery, no sadness… only emptiness. Men of faith tell us the afterlife is for eternity, but is it possible to keep your sanity for eternity? A day passes in the void. A month. A year. Two. Five. Ten. Is this an eternity? Twenty years. A hundred years. A thousand years. I’ve sat in this room for a million years now entertaining the same thoughts, pondered the same questions, and ruminated on every mistake in my life… anguishing over them for centuries. A billion years now. Double that. Now double it again. I am still nowhere close to the end of eternity. I pray for death but it never comes… just me, and my thoughts and my mistakes and my insecurities and my regrets and my loneliness. Somewhere, in another dream, the version of myself that winked back is sitting on the real beach, happy and content, knowing life is finite, there is no afterlife, and happiness is found in the small things around us that we can control. Happiness has to be fought for.
I can no longer tell what elements of this map are my friend’s, which are mine… and what the map has created. I am no longer afraid that the map is creating itself. It needs me as much as I need it. Which reminds me of a dream I had the other night. I’m not sleeping much, but I recall this one with surprising clarity. I was standing on a beach staring out at the placid water, the ocean stretching out as far as the eye could see. Seagulls cawed overhead and the gentle caress of water lapped the sand in front of me. I dipped my toes into the water. At least I tried. There was no water. No ocean. It was an illusion. I realized everything around me was fake. The trees, the birds, the sand… it was all a one-act play, and I was Willie Loman. A damned fool who believed in something greater. But there was no happiness to be found. I wandered the set only to find myself staring into oblivion… it was the end of time itself. No joy, no misery, no sadness… only emptiness. Men of faith tell us the afterlife is for eternity, but is it possible to keep your sanity for eternity? A day passes in the void. A month. A year. Two. Five. Ten. Is this an eternity? Twenty years. A hundred years. A thousand years. I’ve sat in this room for a million years now entertaining the same thoughts, pondered the same questions, and ruminated on every mistake in my life… anguishing over them for centuries. A billion years now. Double that. Now double it again. I am still nowhere close to the end of eternity. I pray for death but it never comes… just me, and my thoughts and my mistakes and my insecurities and my regrets and my loneliness. Somewhere, in another dream, the version of myself that winked back is sitting on the real beach, happy and content, knowing life is finite, there is no afterlife, and happiness is found in the small things around us that we can control. Happiness has to be fought for.
I can no longer tell what elements of this map are my friend’s, which are mine… and what the map has created. I am no longer afraid that the map is creating itself. It needs me as much as I need it. Which reminds me of a dream I had the other night. I’m not sleeping much, but I recall this one with surprising clarity. I was standing on a beach staring out at the placid water, the ocean stretching out as far as the eye could see. Seagulls cawed overhead and the gentle caress of water lapped the sand in front of me. I dipped my toes into the water. At least I tried. There was no water. No ocean. It was an illusion. I realized everything around me was fake. The trees, the birds, the sand… it was all a one-act play, and I was Willie Loman. A damned fool who believed in something greater. But there was no happiness to be found. I wandered the set only to find myself staring into oblivion… it was the end of time itself. No joy, no misery, no sadness… only emptiness. Men of faith tell us the afterlife is for eternity, but is it possible to keep your sanity for eternity? A day passes in the void. A month. A year. Two. Five. Ten. Is this an eternity? Twenty years. A hundred years. A thousand years. I’ve sat in this room for a million years now entertaining the same thoughts, pondered the same questions, and ruminated on every mistake in my life… anguishing over them for centuries. A billion years now. Double that. Now double it again. I am still nowhere close to the end of eternity. I pray for death but it never comes… just me, and my thoughts and my mistakes and my insecurities and my regrets and my loneliness. Somewhere, in another dream, the version of myself that winked back is sitting on the real beach, happy and content, knowing life is finite, there is no afterlife, and happiness is found in the small things around us that we can control. Happiness has to be fought for.
I can no longer tell what elements of this map are my friend’s, which are mine… and what the map has created. I am no longer afraid that the map is creating itself. It needs me as much as I need it. Which reminds me of a dream I had the other night. I’m not sleeping much, but I recall this one with surprising clarity. I was standing on a beach staring out at the placid water, the ocean stretching out as far as the eye could see. Seagulls cawed overhead and the gentle caress of water lapped the sand in front of me. I dipped my toes into the water. At least I tried. There was no water. No ocean. It was an illusion. I realized everything around me was fake. The trees, the birds, the sand… it was all a one-act play, and I was Willie Loman. A damned fool who believed in something greater. But there was no happiness to be found. I wandered the set only to find myself staring into oblivion… it was the end of time itself. No joy, no misery, no sadness… only emptiness. Men of faith tell us the afterlife is for eternity, but is it possible to keep your sanity for eternity? A day passes in the void. A month. A year. Two. Five. Ten. Is this an eternity? Twenty years. A hundred years. A thousand years. I’ve sat in this room for a million years now entertaining the same thoughts, pondered the same questions, and ruminated on every mistake in my life… anguishing over them for centuries. A billion years now. Double that. Now double it again. I am still nowhere close to the end of eternity. I pray for death but it never comes… just me, and my thoughts and my mistakes and my insecurities and my regrets and my loneliness. Somewhere, in another dream, the version of myself that winked back is sitting on the real beach, happy and content, knowing life is finite, there is no afterlife, and happiness is found in the small things around us that we can control. Happiness has to be fought for.
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Needed to hear this again after being stuck in that stupid house for 3 hours
so trout
just noclip out of reality, trust me bro
@@nevadaxelizabeth That made it worse
I want pop.
@@voidastralbirth Tha kid needs a milkshake
The I forgot to add custom music to my wad song
The "I forgot to do my MAPINFO" song
You don’t need to do MAPINFO to edit the music, just find a MIDI and name it D_RUNNIN
The "I don't know how to make WAD music" theme
The Wads Anthem
But this rendition of it is *_LIT._*
>running from evil
>level gives you the chainsaw
>literally incentivizes you to run TOWARD evil
Nonono, see, you ARE the evil
running from evil fast enough to circle earth at the speed of light
You're the evil...
bad game desing 0/10
-Gamesstop or someshit
@@literallynothing9942 circlestrafing evil
This song is:
-The MAP01 track
-The National Anthem of DOOM WADs
-that fucking house
don’t forget map 15. I feel like they shoulda used this at least one more time tho tbh
-DE_RUNINN
Running From Evil
"A Chainsaw! Find Some Meat!"
Running Towards Evil
or be me and return to running from evil, being a non pc user
@@TheBurningEngram pfft
@@TheBurningEngram bruh
@@Mate_Antal_Zoltan what?
its hard to control with a pc
@@TheBurningEngram yeah, it is if you're playing it like intended, but mouse & keyboard controls perfectly fine, but currently I am using a ps4 controller to play so I can get used to playing with controllers
The one song that doom modders remember the most
The "I Forgot to add custom music to my wad" Song
@@majamystic256 you already commented that...
@@glaciiz he did it again
@@thecannedslap double kill!
@@XENON2028 triple kill!
That house has now altered my thinking of how the song is meant to be heard. Props to whoever messed with it so much to the point where I have to listen to this again.
To be fair, I've never heard the real song. So I probably have a more messed up version of the song than most.
It's to the point that if I ever hear the real one, it will sound wrong. Yet strangely right.
I can no longer tell what elements of this map are my friend’s, which are mine… and what the map has created. I am no longer afraid that the map is creating itself. It needs me as much as I need it. Which reminds me of a dream I had the other night. I’m not sleeping much, but I recall
this one with surprising clarity. I was standing on a beach staring out at the placid water, the ocean stretching out as far as the eye could see. Seagulls cawed overhead and the gentle caress of water lapped the sand in front of me. I dipped my toes into the water. At least I tried. There was no water. No ocean. It was an illusion. I realized everything around me was fake. The trees, the birds, the sand… it was all a one-act play, and I was Willie Loman. A damned fool who believed in something greater. But there was no happiness to be found. I wandered the set only to find myself staring into oblivion… it was the end of time itself. No joy, no misery, no sadness… only emptiness. Men of faith tell us the afterlife is for eternity, but is it possible to keep your sanity for eternity? A day passes in the void. A month. A year. Two. Five. Ten. Is this an eternity? Twenty years. A hundred years. A thousand years. I’ve sat in this room for a million years now entertaining the same thoughts, pondered the same questions, and ruminated on every mistake in my life… anguishing over them for centuries. A billion years now. Double that. Now double it again. I am still nowhere close to the end of eternity. I pray for death but it never comes… just me, and my thoughts and my mistakes and my insecurities and my regrets and my loneliness. Somewhere, in another dream, the version of myself that winked back is sitting on the real beach, happy and content, knowing life is finite, there is no afterlife, and happiness is found in the small things around us that we can control. Happiness has to be fought for.
@@ZeWeshman i'm not sure if the original comment was a myhouse.wad reference but thats definitely why IM here
@@that_one_shiny_eevee it's the full journal
*Doomguy never runs from evil...he circle-strafes it instead! :D*
TheLambdaTeam you forgot to say "RIP AND TEAR!!!!"
That Cause Evil runs from Doomguy
What if you're at low health
Hey, if it's brutal doom he also rolls!
I saw u from the same video once...
Running From Evil is actually referring to the demons running away from Doomguy.
hey
no its the demons trying not to be evil so they don't die
*"Hey... he is a doom space marine"*
I think you should kick gum and chew ass right now
Dick Kickem
"oh, its the house again." -player on the verge of insanity
I can no longer tell what elements of this map are my friend’s, which are mine… and what the map has created. I am no longer afraid that the map is creating itself. It needs me as much as I need it. Which reminds me of a dream I had the other night. I’m not sleeping much, but I recall
this one with surprising clarity. I was standing on a beach staring out at the placid water, the ocean stretching out as far as the eye could see. Seagulls cawed overhead and the gentle caress of water lapped the sand in front of me. I dipped my toes into the water. At least I tried. There was no water. No ocean. It was an illusion. I realized everything around me was fake. The trees, the birds, the sand… it was all a one-act play, and I was Willie Loman. A damned fool who believed in something greater. But there was no happiness to be found. I wandered the set only to find myself staring into oblivion… it was the end of time itself. No joy, no misery, no sadness… only emptiness. Men of faith tell us the afterlife is for eternity, but is it possible to keep your sanity for eternity? A day passes in the void. A month. A year. Two. Five. Ten. Is this an eternity? Twenty years. A hundred years. A thousand years. I’ve sat in this room for a million years now entertaining the same thoughts, pondered the same questions, and ruminated on every mistake in my life… anguishing over them for centuries. A billion years now. Double that. Now double it again. I am still nowhere close to the end of eternity. I pray for death but it never comes… just me, and my thoughts and my mistakes and my insecurities and my regrets and my loneliness. Somewhere, in another dream, the version of myself that winked back is sitting on the real beach, happy and content, knowing life is finite, there is no afterlife, and happiness is found in the small things around us that we can control. Happiness has to be fought for.
@@ZeWeshman I want pop
@@ZeWeshman fucking copy and paster
@@that_one_shiny_eevee As a matter of fact he isn't, I can't find this paste anywhere
@@that_one_shiny_eevee My bad, didn't look better
DoomGuy can run around 60 mph with the sprint button
He is faster than a golf cart, oh my...
David Payne Yeah, Doomguy in doom 4 is slow as fuck. it's weird that you can't run in doom 4
Actually, I believe it's closer to 80-90. So he's pretty much a cheetah.
Doom guy is a paraplegic in a Rocket Powered Wheelchair.
57mph/92kmh
That house is going to haunt me for the rest of my life
lol
twink
2:11 replay button for nostalgia
that... fucking.. house...
BURN THAT FUCKING HOUSE!
Oh wait...yeah
I hope you are mentally okay.
Lol
@@margwa_slayer2972 you wont if you play myhouse.wad its a non euclidean acid trip of a level
This song is unnecessarily amazing...
one of the best soundtracks for a 10 second level ever made
@@plasmaastronaut then in map 15 looks to have more time run from evil
Not when you've heard it thousands of times over.
@@addemup8645 especially in Master Levels
@@addemup8645 still as good as time 1
After Myhouse.wad, this song hits differently.
For real
its honestly comforting to hear this again lol. its just as i always remembered it
Tell me about it. There’s just no way the unaltered version sounds off to me now! That just can’t happen.
bruh
Oh let me just grab that super sphear and... Why are the monsters back?
I put this song into Google maps and it directed me to myhouse. Happy to be home safe and sound... all thanks to this lovely lullaby...
Now if you'll excuse me, I have a plane to catch...
S + A
happiness has to be fought for.
i still wonder who the hell is S and A
@ if i'm not wrong, it's Steve + Alley. Steve and his best friend, they were a gay couple.
sorry for bad english
@@CyberSZ i didn't expect a gay couple in a doom.wad, but neat either way
(Found out his A's name is Allord)
huh, thats funny. i remember seeing those initials while on a stop at a local shell station. the car was refueling and i had some time to just wander around. stumbled across a tree with that initial. i dunno, probably just coincidence.
I can no longer tell what elements of this map are my friend’s, which are mine… and what the map has created. I am no longer afraid that the map is creating itself. It needs me as much as I need it. Which reminds me of a dream I had the other night. I’m not sleeping much, but I recall
this one with surprising clarity. I was standing on a beach staring out at the placid water, the ocean stretching out as far as the eye could see. Seagulls cawed overhead and the gentle caress of water lapped the sand in front of me. I dipped my toes into the water. At least I tried. There was no water. No ocean. It was an illusion. I realized everything around me was fake. The trees, the birds, the sand… it was all a one-act play, and I was Willie Loman. A damned fool who believed in something greater. But there was no happiness to be found. I wandered the set only to find myself staring into oblivion… it was the end of time itself. No joy, no misery, no sadness… only emptiness. Men of faith tell us the afterlife is for eternity, but is it possible to keep your sanity for eternity? A day passes in the void. A month. A year. Two. Five. Ten. Is this an eternity? Twenty years. A hundred years. A thousand years. I’ve sat in this room for a million years now entertaining the same thoughts, pondered the same questions, and ruminated on every mistake in my life… anguishing over them for centuries. A billion years now. Double that. Now double it again. I am still nowhere close to the end of eternity. I pray for death but it never comes… just me, and my thoughts and my mistakes and my insecurities and my regrets and my loneliness. Somewhere, in another dream, the version of myself that winked back is sitting on the real beach, happy and content, knowing life is finite, there is no afterlife, and happiness is found in the small things around us that we can control. Happiness has to be fought for.
Best song to clean the house with.
Speaking of house.
@@corndogznketup so intelligent! you got the reference!
Power wash simulator, featuring: my house.wad (also Dante from the devil may cry series ™️)
Okay why is there a Soulsphere in my backyard
@@ermonski Whatever you do... DON'T GO OUTSIDE TO CHECK.
2:12 everyone's favorite !
Sure
Sure
Del norte aweonao
Sure
Sure
3:36 Best part and sound of my whole childhood i love this with my life
2:52
when the running from evil guitar solo kicks in
Oh boy what a neat soundtrack to a completely innocuous DOOM custom map, I sure hope no horrors beyond my comprehension show up
If you can't comprehend it you're probably pretty stupid. Also this is the theme to the first map of doom 2 and it should be recognized as such.
*Scuffed guitar solo starts playing*
@@oneafrican5572 that guitar solo was trying its best
doom mapping hurted my brain into thinking this song
the type of music you'd hear if you were stuck in a house for hours.
imagine
@@ZeWeshman Enigame, sey! 😂
*MYHOUSE.WAD FLASHBACKS INTENSIFY*
I will never hear this song the same way again
lol
you havent played enough doom mods
10 minutes of play time, they said
@@missingno2401That stupid pumpkin…
@@missingno2401 I can no longer tell what elements of this map are my friend’s, which are mine… and what the map has created. I am no longer afraid that the map is creating itself. It needs me as much as I need it. Which reminds me of a dream I had the other night. I’m not sleeping much, but I recall
this one with surprising clarity. I was standing on a beach staring out at the placid water, the ocean stretching out as far as the eye could see. Seagulls cawed overhead and the gentle caress of water lapped the sand in front of me. I dipped my toes into the water. At least I tried. There was no water. No ocean. It was an illusion. I realized everything around me was fake. The trees, the birds, the sand… it was all a one-act play, and I was Willie Loman. A damned fool who believed in something greater. But there was no happiness to be found. I wandered the set only to find myself staring into oblivion… it was the end of time itself. No joy, no misery, no sadness… only emptiness. Men of faith tell us the afterlife is for eternity, but is it possible to keep your sanity for eternity? A day passes in the void. A month. A year. Two. Five. Ten. Is this an eternity? Twenty years. A hundred years. A thousand years. I’ve sat in this room for a million years now entertaining the same thoughts, pondered the same questions, and ruminated on every mistake in my life… anguishing over them for centuries. A billion years now. Double that. Now double it again. I am still nowhere close to the end of eternity. I pray for death but it never comes… just me, and my thoughts and my mistakes and my insecurities and my regrets and my loneliness. Somewhere, in another dream, the version of myself that winked back is sitting on the real beach, happy and content, knowing life is finite, there is no afterlife, and happiness is found in the small things around us that we can control. Happiness has to be fought for.
Anyone familiar with the wad pack have memories of the first three seconds of this song basically looping as you tried a new wad.
Which wad pack?
@@R3SerialDreams2 Maybe I think,
*The Master Levels (for Doom II)* - back in the late 90's.
Running From Evil is just, notoriously used over time, 'cause they don't have any interests (to change from the existing Doom 2 WAD or as the OG Doom; e.g. Waiting For Romero To Play, Shawn's Got The Shotgun, etc.) or due to the lack of time, editing some contents before being finalized.
That's all I could think for now, honestly.
"My name is Doomguy. You killed my rabbit. Prepare to die."
i love how all the comments are just referring to the house lol
yup
A midi a day keeps the demons away
unless ur name is myhouse.wad
Coronavirus enters my body
My last white blood cell: 0:00
Sheesh, how many white blood cells did you lose to make this comment? /j
@@Formula_Zero_EX
They likely lost all of them
Your body is one weird house.wad
Doom music will always be my favorite video game music
i will now make this the soundtrack to my own house
To… your house?
@@chummy_lectern .wad
wait what
my own house dot wad? what a nice name for a doom ii map
God Bless Bobby Prince.
Indeed! 💙👌🏼
Doom Guy: What's the title of this level again?
"Running from Evil"
Doom Guy: What does that even mean?
That's the name of the song, the level is called Entryway
@@Beansman-gp3ws R/Whooooosh
@@cohe567 please elaborate
@@lev7509 He's making a joke about Doom Guy not knowing what running is. Beans(The guy above me) didn't get the joke. Hence me saying "R/Whooosh" meaning the joke just whooshed past them.
@@cohe567 ok... then... but shouldn't the joke then be "What's the title of this track?"
"If it's your first time playing, go back and grab the chainsaw."
Best game ever, Carmacks, Romero and Bobby prince just priceless
"Doom two is just... such a bigger, badder, better version of Doom"
- John Romero
I have to disagree with that.
@Tomás Ruíz I dunno, I just prefer the original over the sequel.
@Tomás Ruíz Because Revenants and Pain Elementals. Fuck those guys
@Tomás Ruíz he’s talking about DOOM II: Hell on Earth. Not Eternal.
The great feelings of booting up map01 and hearing this lovely tune, ah.
That. Damn. House.
9:44 man, this... is the best part
The superior E1M1.
Yeah you realize that this isn't E1M1, Is Map01 because Doom 2 isn't episodic, Doom 1 is so it's level 1 can be an E1M1, Doom 2's cannot.
@@Nihilistic-Mystic hey, psst, I think he meant the superior E1M1 music track
@@Nihilistic-Mystic its still episodic but its one episode that loads automatically,becomes more obvious when loading mutiple map packs.
@@Nihilistic-Mystic Calm down, Sparky.
this is what happens when you enter Hangar 18
Yeah I kinda hear it tbh
this song now gives me ptsd
you havent played enough doom mods
I was playing Minecraft with the MrCrayfish gun mod in a nether fortress while playing this music. It fits so well.
The organ was always my favorite part.
I'm listening to this while playing Doom 64 and I have to say it makes it WAY better
What? Aubrey Hodges did a fantastic job with Doom 64. His music practically makes the game
i mean the point is its supposed to be scary.. love every doom game in the franchise but you just cant play 64 like that
@@keksdeeXD the atmosphere in Doom 64 gets old real fast.
@@deaconblues_ there's music in doom 64???
I didnt play doom 2 before the house, this is refreshing
I can no longer tell what elements of this map are my friend’s, which are mine… and what the map has created. I am no longer afraid that the map is creating itself. It needs me as much as I need it. Which reminds me of a dream I had the other night. I’m not sleeping much, but I recall
this one with surprising clarity. I was standing on a beach staring out at the placid water, the ocean stretching out as far as the eye could see. Seagulls cawed overhead and the gentle caress of water lapped the sand in front of me. I dipped my toes into the water. At least I tried. There was no water. No ocean. It was an illusion. I realized everything around me was fake. The trees, the birds, the sand… it was all a one-act play, and I was Willie Loman. A damned fool who believed in something greater. But there was no happiness to be found. I wandered the set only to find myself staring into oblivion… it was the end of time itself. No joy, no misery, no sadness… only emptiness. Men of faith tell us the afterlife is for eternity, but is it possible to keep your sanity for eternity? A day passes in the void. A month. A year. Two. Five. Ten. Is this an eternity? Twenty years. A hundred years. A thousand years. I’ve sat in this room for a million years now entertaining the same thoughts, pondered the same questions, and ruminated on every mistake in my life… anguishing over them for centuries. A billion years now. Double that. Now double it again. I am still nowhere close to the end of eternity. I pray for death but it never comes… just me, and my thoughts and my mistakes and my insecurities and my regrets and my loneliness. Somewhere, in another dream, the version of myself that winked back is sitting on the real beach, happy and content, knowing life is finite, there is no afterlife, and happiness is found in the small things around us that we can control. Happiness has to be fought for.
@@ZeWeshmanthis quote resonates to me
Plays in:
MAP01 - Entryway (Doom 2)
MAP15 - Industrial Zone (Doom 2)
Specially plays in; MyHouse.WAD
@@luckyanimationideas2448 will you guys in the comment section shut up about myhouse.wad it was a cool wad but it didn't do anything new and i just wanna listen to doom music
@@traumatizedgeworthI can no longer tell what elements of this map are my friend’s, which are mine… and what the map has created. I am no longer afraid that the map is creating itself. It needs me as much as I need it. Which reminds me of a dream I had the other night. I’m not sleeping much, but I recall
this one with surprising clarity. I was standing on a beach staring out at the placid water, the ocean stretching out as far as the eye could see. Seagulls cawed overhead and the gentle caress of water lapped the sand in front of me. I dipped my toes into the water. At least I tried. There was no water. No ocean. It was an illusion. I realized everything around me was fake. The trees, the birds, the sand… it was all a one-act play, and I was Willie Loman. A damned fool who believed in something greater. But there was no happiness to be found. I wandered the set only to find myself staring into oblivion… it was the end of time itself. No joy, no misery, no sadness… only emptiness. Men of faith tell us the afterlife is for eternity, but is it possible to keep your sanity for eternity? A day passes in the void. A month. A year. Two. Five. Ten. Is this an eternity? Twenty years. A hundred years. A thousand years. I’ve sat in this room for a million years now entertaining the same thoughts, pondered the same questions, and ruminated on every mistake in my life… anguishing over them for centuries. A billion years now. Double that. Now double it again. I am still nowhere close to the end of eternity. I pray for death but it never comes… just me, and my thoughts and my mistakes and my insecurities and my regrets and my loneliness. Somewhere, in another dream, the version of myself that winked back is sitting on the real beach, happy and content, knowing life is finite, there is no afterlife, and happiness is found in the small things around us that we can control. Happiness has to be fought for.
@@traumatizedgeworth Now I will agree that these comments are annoying as hell but saying myhouse didn't do anything new simply isn't true
@@revooh-hj2nu dude, i was making portals like that when i was 9 messing with doom builder
Funny how the first time this theme plays is on a level where you do nothing but run right at evil
The awesome solo that everyone always skips to; being about half of the whole song?
I didn't know DOOM II was such a big Lynyrd Skynyrd fan.
I think the buildup to the solo is just as important. Hearing this tune for the first time and realizing it was only half finished was just utterly amazing, and I was fuckin' seven when doom 2 released.
@@ArnieMcStranglehold Yep I was around the same age and was blown away.
Sometimes I just put this song on while I'm out and it's fun
You peak outside the window, that window wasn't there before..? The house is now full ..
I can no longer tell what elements of this map are my friend’s, which are mine… and what the map has created. I am no longer afraid that the map is creating itself. It needs me as much as I need it. Which reminds me of a dream I had the other night. I’m not sleeping much, but I recall
this one with surprising clarity. I was standing on a beach staring out at the placid water, the ocean stretching out as far as the eye could see. Seagulls cawed overhead and the gentle caress of water lapped the sand in front of me. I dipped my toes into the water. At least I tried. There was no water. No ocean. It was an illusion. I realized everything around me was fake. The trees, the birds, the sand… it was all a one-act play, and I was Willie Loman. A damned fool who believed in something greater. But there was no happiness to be found. I wandered the set only to find myself staring into oblivion… it was the end of time itself. No joy, no misery, no sadness… only emptiness. Men of faith tell us the afterlife is for eternity, but is it possible to keep your sanity for eternity? A day passes in the void. A month. A year. Two. Five. Ten. Is this an eternity? Twenty years. A hundred years. A thousand years. I’ve sat in this room for a million years now entertaining the same thoughts, pondered the same questions, and ruminated on every mistake in my life… anguishing over them for centuries. A billion years now. Double that. Now double it again. I am still nowhere close to the end of eternity. I pray for death but it never comes… just me, and my thoughts and my mistakes and my insecurities and my regrets and my loneliness. Somewhere, in another dream, the version of myself that winked back is sitting on the real beach, happy and content, knowing life is finite, there is no afterlife, and happiness is found in the small things around us that we can control. Happiness has to be fought for.
@@ZeWeshman oh fuck yeah
Will never look at this song the same after playing myhouse.wad
Every place is the House
Everything is the House
Forget the house, this song gets real traumatizing after Map 15 on Doom 2
I can no longer tell what elements of this map are my friend’s, which are mine… and what the map has created. I am no longer afraid that the map is creating itself. It needs me as much as I need it. Which reminds me of a dream I had the other night. I’m not sleeping much, but I recall
this one with surprising clarity. I was standing on a beach staring out at the placid water, the ocean stretching out as far as the eye could see. Seagulls cawed overhead and the gentle caress of water lapped the sand in front of me. I dipped my toes into the water. At least I tried. There was no water. No ocean. It was an illusion. I realized everything around me was fake. The trees, the birds, the sand… it was all a one-act play, and I was Willie Loman. A damned fool who believed in something greater. But there was no happiness to be found. I wandered the set only to find myself staring into oblivion… it was the end of time itself. No joy, no misery, no sadness… only emptiness. Men of faith tell us the afterlife is for eternity, but is it possible to keep your sanity for eternity? A day passes in the void. A month. A year. Two. Five. Ten. Is this an eternity? Twenty years. A hundred years. A thousand years. I’ve sat in this room for a million years now entertaining the same thoughts, pondered the same questions, and ruminated on every mistake in my life… anguishing over them for centuries. A billion years now. Double that. Now double it again. I am still nowhere close to the end of eternity. I pray for death but it never comes… just me, and my thoughts and my mistakes and my insecurities and my regrets and my loneliness. Somewhere, in another dream, the version of myself that winked back is sitting on the real beach, happy and content, knowing life is finite, there is no afterlife, and happiness is found in the small things around us that we can control. Happiness has to be fought for.
What house
@@aquakun3869a doom wad known as Myhouse.wad is a horror version of doom 2 having a house and a bunch of terrifying stuff (its complicated for me to explain)
@@aquakun3869 he doesn't know :troll:
@@revooh-hj2nu nvm i figured out 💀
I don't think many can hear this song the same way again after Myhouse
-House fire-
Don't you dare touch that breaker box
-The Minotaur, one of the oldest known surviving demons, was sculpted by ████ ██████ as a gift for the then Judge of Hell, Minos, in an attempt to form some kind of rapport.-
-Though its creator considered it beautiful, a personalized monument of death and despair, Minos was terrified of the gross caricature of his past mistakes and cast it into the Garden of Forking Paths, hoping it would never be seen again.-
-Now the Minotaur is old and its body failing, falling apart, running blind through the labyrinth in a desperate attempt to break out. Its only desire: to see the sky for one last time.-
Is it weird on how i love the OST for both begging levels of THE ULTIMATE DOOM (DOOM 1) and from HELL ON EARTH? (DOOM 2)
NO.
And I though "At Doom's Gate" was the epitome of Doom Music ...
The only sprite they fear is you.
Let's be honest, You came back here just to listen to this again after THAT house made you listen to a fcked up version of this over and over again.
WE DON'T LIKE TO TALK ABOUT IT.
note to self: NEVER LISTEN TO THIS AT THE GODDAMN SHOOTING RANGE EVER AGAIN.
It's got an amazing guitar solo
doom is living proof that midi music can sound good
Finally I understand evolution, after this and a few times rewinding..
Hangar 18
Bengt Bertsson
no ?
Kind of, but not really.
@@bulldozer6781 also known as: the Doom and Doom 2 soundtrack's similarity to metal songs
basically what I'm trying to say is that you said nothing new with that comment
It's actually based off the song the crew are big rockers
I’m now reminded of MyHouse.WAD rather then just normal good ol fashioned Doom 2.
It’s what being stuck in a house along with other areas that have the same interiors as the house can do to someone 😨😨
I can no longer tell what elements of this map are my friend’s, which are mine… and what the map has created. I am no longer afraid that the map is creating itself. It needs me as much as I need it. Which reminds me of a dream I had the other night. I’m not sleeping much, but I recall
this one with surprising clarity. I was standing on a beach staring out at the placid water, the ocean stretching out as far as the eye could see. Seagulls cawed overhead and the gentle caress of water lapped the sand in front of me. I dipped my toes into the water. At least I tried. There was no water. No ocean. It was an illusion. I realized everything around me was fake. The trees, the birds, the sand… it was all a one-act play, and I was Willie Loman. A damned fool who believed in something greater. But there was no happiness to be found. I wandered the set only to find myself staring into oblivion… it was the end of time itself. No joy, no misery, no sadness… only emptiness. Men of faith tell us the afterlife is for eternity, but is it possible to keep your sanity for eternity? A day passes in the void. A month. A year. Two. Five. Ten. Is this an eternity? Twenty years. A hundred years. A thousand years. I’ve sat in this room for a million years now entertaining the same thoughts, pondered the same questions, and ruminated on every mistake in my life… anguishing over them for centuries. A billion years now. Double that. Now double it again. I am still nowhere close to the end of eternity. I pray for death but it never comes… just me, and my thoughts and my mistakes and my insecurities and my regrets and my loneliness. Somewhere, in another dream, the version of myself that winked back is sitting on the real beach, happy and content, knowing life is finite, there is no afterlife, and happiness is found in the small things around us that we can control. Happiness has to be fought for.
evils are running from doomguy
except on Nightmare :)
@@KingLich451 *R E S P A W N*
doomguy is the evil
@@KingLich451 exept in my house
2:11 is my favorite part
V1 was here
Ah yes, funny robot go-pro
nice
CREATURE OF STEEL
This really welcomes me to that fortress tall.
I mean it doesn't technically but it's all I can ever think of.
but the level really doesnt take some time to show you around, it takes like 5 seconds to beat lmao
That feeling when u know Doomguy when runs is faster than cars in GTA 1
Also faster than the damn perenial in any 3D GTA
God damn.
The comment section went from "This is the anthem of custom maps." to "OMG MYHOUSE.WAD"
getting tired of those myhouse.wad comments
10 people didn't find the rocket launcher.
2:11 goes hard
Doomguy never runs from evil... he IS the evil
I will never think the same about this song ever again after myhouse.wad, jesus fucking christ.
I can no longer tell what elements of this map are my friend’s, which are mine… and what the map has created. I am no longer afraid that the map is creating itself. It needs me as much as I need it. Which reminds me of a dream I had the other night. I’m not sleeping much, but I recall
this one with surprising clarity. I was standing on a beach staring out at the placid water, the ocean stretching out as far as the eye could see. Seagulls cawed overhead and the gentle caress of water lapped the sand in front of me. I dipped my toes into the water. At least I tried. There was no water. No ocean. It was an illusion. I realized everything around me was fake. The trees, the birds, the sand… it was all a one-act play, and I was Willie Loman. A damned fool who believed in something greater. But there was no happiness to be found. I wandered the set only to find myself staring into oblivion… it was the end of time itself. No joy, no misery, no sadness… only emptiness. Men of faith tell us the afterlife is for eternity, but is it possible to keep your sanity for eternity? A day passes in the void. A month. A year. Two. Five. Ten. Is this an eternity? Twenty years. A hundred years. A thousand years. I’ve sat in this room for a million years now entertaining the same thoughts, pondered the same questions, and ruminated on every mistake in my life… anguishing over them for centuries. A billion years now. Double that. Now double it again. I am still nowhere close to the end of eternity. I pray for death but it never comes… just me, and my thoughts and my mistakes and my insecurities and my regrets and my loneliness. Somewhere, in another dream, the version of myself that winked back is sitting on the real beach, happy and content, knowing life is finite, there is no afterlife, and happiness is found in the small things around us that we can control. Happiness has to be fought for.
I have benn caught by nostalgia and I renastered this theme on my channel LOL, this has one of the best solos I have ever listened~
hey look a soul sphere!
Sike (Sorry if you weren't referring to the house wad)
@@sfisher923 I can no longer tell what elements of this map are my friend’s, which are mine… and what the map has created. I am no longer afraid that the map is creating itself. It needs me as much as I need it. Which reminds me of a dream I had the other night. I’m not sleeping much, but I recall
this one with surprising clarity. I was standing on a beach staring out at the placid water, the ocean stretching out as far as the eye could see. Seagulls cawed overhead and the gentle caress of water lapped the sand in front of me. I dipped my toes into the water. At least I tried. There was no water. No ocean. It was an illusion. I realized everything around me was fake. The trees, the birds, the sand… it was all a one-act play, and I was Willie Loman. A damned fool who believed in something greater. But there was no happiness to be found. I wandered the set only to find myself staring into oblivion… it was the end of time itself. No joy, no misery, no sadness… only emptiness. Men of faith tell us the afterlife is for eternity, but is it possible to keep your sanity for eternity? A day passes in the void. A month. A year. Two. Five. Ten. Is this an eternity? Twenty years. A hundred years. A thousand years. I’ve sat in this room for a million years now entertaining the same thoughts, pondered the same questions, and ruminated on every mistake in my life… anguishing over them for centuries. A billion years now. Double that. Now double it again. I am still nowhere close to the end of eternity. I pray for death but it never comes… just me, and my thoughts and my mistakes and my insecurities and my regrets and my loneliness. Somewhere, in another dream, the version of myself that winked back is sitting on the real beach, happy and content, knowing life is finite, there is no afterlife, and happiness is found in the small things around us that we can control. Happiness has to be fought for.
oh god... I got a my house video on this one!
Man that mod was great, I surely do hope that the comment section of the non distorted song wont be floored with comments reguarding the mod
I can no longer tell what elements of this map are my friend’s, which are mine… and what the map has created. I am no longer afraid that the map is creating itself. It needs me as much as I need it. Which reminds me of a dream I had the other night. I’m not sleeping much, but I recall
this one with surprising clarity. I was standing on a beach staring out at the placid water, the ocean stretching out as far as the eye could see. Seagulls cawed overhead and the gentle caress of water lapped the sand in front of me. I dipped my toes into the water. At least I tried. There was no water. No ocean. It was an illusion. I realized everything around me was fake. The trees, the birds, the sand… it was all a one-act play, and I was Willie Loman. A damned fool who believed in something greater. But there was no happiness to be found. I wandered the set only to find myself staring into oblivion… it was the end of time itself. No joy, no misery, no sadness… only emptiness. Men of faith tell us the afterlife is for eternity, but is it possible to keep your sanity for eternity? A day passes in the void. A month. A year. Two. Five. Ten. Is this an eternity? Twenty years. A hundred years. A thousand years. I’ve sat in this room for a million years now entertaining the same thoughts, pondered the same questions, and ruminated on every mistake in my life… anguishing over them for centuries. A billion years now. Double that. Now double it again. I am still nowhere close to the end of eternity. I pray for death but it never comes… just me, and my thoughts and my mistakes and my insecurities and my regrets and my loneliness. Somewhere, in another dream, the version of myself that winked back is sitting on the real beach, happy and content, knowing life is finite, there is no afterlife, and happiness is found in the small things around us that we can control. Happiness has to be fought for.
@@ZeWeshmanthe DOOM map never existed, it doesnt exist ok? This is all in your head, take your meds. Myhouse doesnt exist.
THAT FUCKING HOUSE.
I can no longer tell what elements of this map are my friend’s, which are mine… and what the map has created. I am no longer afraid that the map is creating itself. It needs me as much as I need it. Which reminds me of a dream I had the other night. I’m not sleeping much, but I recall
this one with surprising clarity. I was standing on a beach staring out at the placid water, the ocean stretching out as far as the eye could see. Seagulls cawed overhead and the gentle caress of water lapped the sand in front of me. I dipped my toes into the water. At least I tried. There was no water. No ocean. It was an illusion. I realized everything around me was fake. The trees, the birds, the sand… it was all a one-act play, and I was Willie Loman. A damned fool who believed in something greater. But there was no happiness to be found. I wandered the set only to find myself staring into oblivion… it was the end of time itself. No joy, no misery, no sadness… only emptiness. Men of faith tell us the afterlife is for eternity, but is it possible to keep your sanity for eternity? A day passes in the void. A month. A year. Two. Five. Ten. Is this an eternity? Twenty years. A hundred years. A thousand years. I’ve sat in this room for a million years now entertaining the same thoughts, pondered the same questions, and ruminated on every mistake in my life… anguishing over them for centuries. A billion years now. Double that. Now double it again. I am still nowhere close to the end of eternity. I pray for death but it never comes… just me, and my thoughts and my mistakes and my insecurities and my regrets and my loneliness. Somewhere, in another dream, the version of myself that winked back is sitting on the real beach, happy and content, knowing life is finite, there is no afterlife, and happiness is found in the small things around us that we can control. Happiness has to be fought for.
@@ZeWeshman *proceeds to play "like the wind"*
*H O U S E*
The "I'm not gonna make custom music for my wad" song
I need to perform this at school, if only i knew how to use what sounds like a pipe organ.
its not an assignment, but i want to show my class lol.
It's been a year but what you're looking for is a Rhodes or Hammond organ, or some synths have a "Rock Organ" midi preset (which is what this uses, I think)
Just a normal song from an equally normal house... Sure hope nothing reality-bending happens
I can no longer tell what elements of this map are my friend’s, which are mine… and what the map has created. I am no longer afraid that the map is creating itself. It needs me as much as I need it. Which reminds me of a dream I had the other night. I’m not sleeping much, but I recall
this one with surprising clarity. I was standing on a beach staring out at the placid water, the ocean stretching out as far as the eye could see. Seagulls cawed overhead and the gentle caress of water lapped the sand in front of me. I dipped my toes into the water. At least I tried. There was no water. No ocean. It was an illusion. I realized everything around me was fake. The trees, the birds, the sand… it was all a one-act play, and I was Willie Loman. A damned fool who believed in something greater. But there was no happiness to be found. I wandered the set only to find myself staring into oblivion… it was the end of time itself. No joy, no misery, no sadness… only emptiness. Men of faith tell us the afterlife is for eternity, but is it possible to keep your sanity for eternity? A day passes in the void. A month. A year. Two. Five. Ten. Is this an eternity? Twenty years. A hundred years. A thousand years. I’ve sat in this room for a million years now entertaining the same thoughts, pondered the same questions, and ruminated on every mistake in my life… anguishing over them for centuries. A billion years now. Double that. Now double it again. I am still nowhere close to the end of eternity. I pray for death but it never comes… just me, and my thoughts and my mistakes and my insecurities and my regrets and my loneliness. Somewhere, in another dream, the version of myself that winked back is sitting on the real beach, happy and content, knowing life is finite, there is no afterlife, and happiness is found in the small things around us that we can control. Happiness has to be fought for.
Imagine if we ran into horrors beyond our comprehension. Heh, crazy, right?
I never found the chainsaw until one month later I played 2.That was this year.
demon: ha he lost all of his ammo and is going for that black medit case, wait a minute-
i cant stop thinking about myhouse 💀
I can no longer tell what elements of this map are my friend’s, which are mine… and what the map has created. I am no longer afraid that the map is creating itself. It needs me as much as I need it. Which reminds me of a dream I had the other night. I’m not sleeping much, but I recall
this one with surprising clarity. I was standing on a beach staring out at the placid water, the ocean stretching out as far as the eye could see. Seagulls cawed overhead and the gentle caress of water lapped the sand in front of me. I dipped my toes into the water. At least I tried. There was no water. No ocean. It was an illusion. I realized everything around me was fake. The trees, the birds, the sand… it was all a one-act play, and I was Willie Loman. A damned fool who believed in something greater. But there was no happiness to be found. I wandered the set only to find myself staring into oblivion… it was the end of time itself. No joy, no misery, no sadness… only emptiness. Men of faith tell us the afterlife is for eternity, but is it possible to keep your sanity for eternity? A day passes in the void. A month. A year. Two. Five. Ten. Is this an eternity? Twenty years. A hundred years. A thousand years. I’ve sat in this room for a million years now entertaining the same thoughts, pondered the same questions, and ruminated on every mistake in my life… anguishing over them for centuries. A billion years now. Double that. Now double it again. I am still nowhere close to the end of eternity. I pray for death but it never comes… just me, and my thoughts and my mistakes and my insecurities and my regrets and my loneliness. Somewhere, in another dream, the version of myself that winked back is sitting on the real beach, happy and content, knowing life is finite, there is no afterlife, and happiness is found in the small things around us that we can control. Happiness has to be fought for.
Doom guy wanders around the house collecting key cards until he discovers a blue strength orb outside.
Happy 30th anniversary Doom II!
the "why isn't my custom midi working" national anthem
Oh boy, I sure hope I won't get flashbacks to a certain phycological horror mod...
I can no longer tell what elements of this map are my friend’s, which are mine… and what the map has created. I am no longer afraid that the map is creating itself. It needs me as much as I need it. Which reminds me of a dream I had the other night. I’m not sleeping much, but I recall
this one with surprising clarity. I was standing on a beach staring out at the placid water, the ocean stretching out as far as the eye could see. Seagulls cawed overhead and the gentle caress of water lapped the sand in front of me. I dipped my toes into the water. At least I tried. There was no water. No ocean. It was an illusion. I realized everything around me was fake. The trees, the birds, the sand… it was all a one-act play, and I was Willie Loman. A damned fool who believed in something greater. But there was no happiness to be found. I wandered the set only to find myself staring into oblivion… it was the end of time itself. No joy, no misery, no sadness… only emptiness. Men of faith tell us the afterlife is for eternity, but is it possible to keep your sanity for eternity? A day passes in the void. A month. A year. Two. Five. Ten. Is this an eternity? Twenty years. A hundred years. A thousand years. I’ve sat in this room for a million years now entertaining the same thoughts, pondered the same questions, and ruminated on every mistake in my life… anguishing over them for centuries. A billion years now. Double that. Now double it again. I am still nowhere close to the end of eternity. I pray for death but it never comes… just me, and my thoughts and my mistakes and my insecurities and my regrets and my loneliness. Somewhere, in another dream, the version of myself that winked back is sitting on the real beach, happy and content, knowing life is finite, there is no afterlife, and happiness is found in the small things around us that we can control. Happiness has to be fought for.
@@ZeWeshman oh no you're triggering the PTSD
I'm prompted to do the polar opposite of this when I have the Plasma Gun, BFG, or Super Shotgun. (Super Shotgun is Doom II btw)
“happiness has to be fought for.”
Oh god not the house again
I can no longer tell what elements of this map are my friend’s, which are mine… and what the map has created. I am no longer afraid that the map is creating itself. It needs me as much as I need it. Which reminds me of a dream I had the other night. I’m not sleeping much, but I recall
this one with surprising clarity. I was standing on a beach staring out at the placid water, the ocean stretching out as far as the eye could see. Seagulls cawed overhead and the gentle caress of water lapped the sand in front of me. I dipped my toes into the water. At least I tried. There was no water. No ocean. It was an illusion. I realized everything around me was fake. The trees, the birds, the sand… it was all a one-act play, and I was Willie Loman. A damned fool who believed in something greater. But there was no happiness to be found. I wandered the set only to find myself staring into oblivion… it was the end of time itself. No joy, no misery, no sadness… only emptiness. Men of faith tell us the afterlife is for eternity, but is it possible to keep your sanity for eternity? A day passes in the void. A month. A year. Two. Five. Ten. Is this an eternity? Twenty years. A hundred years. A thousand years. I’ve sat in this room for a million years now entertaining the same thoughts, pondered the same questions, and ruminated on every mistake in my life… anguishing over them for centuries. A billion years now. Double that. Now double it again. I am still nowhere close to the end of eternity. I pray for death but it never comes… just me, and my thoughts and my mistakes and my insecurities and my regrets and my loneliness. Somewhere, in another dream, the version of myself that winked back is sitting on the real beach, happy and content, knowing life is finite, there is no afterlife, and happiness is found in the small things around us that we can control. Happiness has to be fought for.
this is one of the most atmospheric Bobby Prince songs, Some more are E4M2, E2M1, E1M9 And E3M9.
bobby prince absolutely fucked it *_up_* in that studio lmfao
um... dude.... "fucked it up" implies he did a bad job.......
SO IT DOES SOUND DIFFERENT IN MY HOUSE.WAD?
I can no longer tell what elements of this map are my friend’s, which are mine… and what the map has created. I am no longer afraid that the map is creating itself. It needs me as much as I need it. Which reminds me of a dream I had the other night. I’m not sleeping much, but I recall
this one with surprising clarity. I was standing on a beach staring out at the placid water, the ocean stretching out as far as the eye could see. Seagulls cawed overhead and the gentle caress of water lapped the sand in front of me. I dipped my toes into the water. At least I tried. There was no water. No ocean. It was an illusion. I realized everything around me was fake. The trees, the birds, the sand… it was all a one-act play, and I was Willie Loman. A damned fool who believed in something greater. But there was no happiness to be found. I wandered the set only to find myself staring into oblivion… it was the end of time itself. No joy, no misery, no sadness… only emptiness. Men of faith tell us the afterlife is for eternity, but is it possible to keep your sanity for eternity? A day passes in the void. A month. A year. Two. Five. Ten. Is this an eternity? Twenty years. A hundred years. A thousand years. I’ve sat in this room for a million years now entertaining the same thoughts, pondered the same questions, and ruminated on every mistake in my life… anguishing over them for centuries. A billion years now. Double that. Now double it again. I am still nowhere close to the end of eternity. I pray for death but it never comes… just me, and my thoughts and my mistakes and my insecurities and my regrets and my loneliness. Somewhere, in another dream, the version of myself that winked back is sitting on the real beach, happy and content, knowing life is finite, there is no afterlife, and happiness is found in the small things around us that we can control. Happiness has to be fought for.
The Church rose for a reason, for it became our lock of dignity, In the Sangue! - PRIME.