Game of the Week: Doom 2 is eternal

Growing up, my family was a staunch Nintendo household. The virtue of having two older brothers meant I was able to devour all the games they inevitably pestered my parents for, though at that kind of age, all that really meant was repeatedly playing the same opening levels over and over again because that was all my tiny, un-coordinated child hands could manage. When our first family PC entered the scene in the mid-90s, I remember I always had to get one of them to load up DOS for me, too, as I could never remember the string of words and backslashes involved to get Magic Carpet running (a game that, to this day, I still have no idea what it's about). Or, indeed, the infinitely gorier Doom 2, a game I definitely shouldn't have been playing as a seven or maybe eight year old, but one I found myself surprisingly proficient at nonetheless.