Anyone who says Doom 3 wasn't scary is forgetting some of the frankly brilliant parts.
I will always remember the first time you see a pinky demon, you walk into a small room with a window in the side, the door slams shut and the lights go out. You look out the window across the darkened room and see a pinky demon come out of the shadows and climb over a metal railing, bending it with its weight. It jumps down and looks at you without eyes through the window, then dashes around the side and smashes itself against the steel door, the door starts to buckle as the demon smashes into it again and again, at this point I'm backed up against the wall pointing the biggest gun I have at the rapidly failing door as my heart tries to hammer its way out of my chest.
Then it stops, utter quiet. The door is literally scrap but is still just hanging on. Out of the corner of my eye I see the dog like demon charging out of the darkness at the window, smashing through the glass to come at me in a rush of teeth and claws.
Seriously pants wetting stuff.
I will always remember the first time you see a pinky demon, you walk into a small room with a window in the side, the door slams shut and the lights go out. You look out the window across the darkened room and see a pinky demon come out of the shadows and climb over a metal railing, bending it with its weight. It jumps down and looks at you without eyes through the window, then dashes around the side and smashes itself against the steel door, the door starts to buckle as the demon smashes into it again and again, at this point I'm backed up against the wall pointing the biggest gun I have at the rapidly failing door as my heart tries to hammer its way out of my chest.
Then it stops, utter quiet. The door is literally scrap but is still just hanging on. Out of the corner of my eye I see the dog like demon charging out of the darkness at the window, smashing through the glass to come at me in a rush of teeth and claws.
Seriously pants wetting stuff.