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[no-rest-for-the-doomed]

MAX01: 1_on_1.wad

An HOM? Hold on, don't I play quality wads?

Welcome to my playthrough of Maximum Doom. I don't know if this'll even stick, but fuck it. 1_on_1.wad, designed by Rob Sarsorito for Doom 1 on E2M4. Rob doesn't want you to have fun on easier difficulties, not like it matters as this is the 90s and their idea of hard is rather limited. I guess this took him around 25 hours to make according to the .txt, which I simultaneously do and do not believe.

It's actually quite atmospheric at points, a little abstract dare I say with the clashing techbase and neon crimson-and-azure Hell textures. The first disco crusher room is neat like the first time you go through it.

Things are appropriately 90s, progression is fed in breadcrumbs and even then the last kill took me a noclip across the bridge pictured in the 3rd image, HOM and all, for a BFG that... I guess would've been useful for the 2 cyberdemons directly across from each other in a random hallway cordoned off in their own lava-jails? Okay... dodging them was actually pretty hard even with a secret plasma, plenty of ammo, and a rocket launcher. All but 1 kills were obtained without cheating.

Overall? I'm sure there'll be far worse on this journey. Welcome to the beginning of a new thing!

[alexander-evanss]

Closed starter: @maxwell--carter

Where: The Library

Alexander had left Poe to fend for himself at the front counter so Alex could put away some of the books that had been returned. Quite frankly, Alexander simply wanted to be away from everyone, so the task of lugging books all over the building didn’t seem so bad to him. As he continued to place them on the shelves, he tried to ignore the other standing nearby who’d been there for quite some time. Alexander was aware he probably needed help but he was simply hoping he could get away with not asking if he’d like it. And he almost got away with it until the other walked up to him. “Can I help you with something?” Alex tried his best not to sound annoyed but he was pretty sure he was failing at it.

[fletcher-bailey]

"The commercials say 'America runs on Dunkin', and this isn't Dunkin Donuts, and I'm sure they mean that it's strictly for Dunkin coffee, but I take it as a blanket statement. So it's no surprise everyone stops in here on their way to work."

Fletcher, on the other hand, has the day off, and instead of the breakfast crowd at All Nighter, he's here for the rush of the morning commuters. "They'll filter out in the next hour. It'll slow down, but the best time to come is after noon. Less people are looking for their caffeine fixes."

His own seat had been a lucky find. Just as Fletch grabbed his own coffee, the person before him got up, and he snagged it even with crumbs and a crumpled napkin on it. That has long since been tidied up.

"This cafe beats out any chain, so it's not surprising the town is all here, and not at Starbucks or Dunkin. I'm Fletcher, by the way."

@maxcarson

"Yeah, thanks." Max watched as the other man cleared the table before he took his seat and looked around the cafe. He just shook his head and placed his book on the table with a sigh. "No kidding. Is it always this bad in the mornings? Thought I'd get lucky while most people had work, but looks like I was wrong."

@fletcher-bailey

[offtherxils]

Only you / Max&Isak

It was always miserable, waking up alone. But waking up alone, not only with a headache, but retching so hard down the toilet boil he thoughts his guts would come out, feeling weak and entirely gutted, was the most miserable Isak had been in a long while. He had ended up lying for hours on the bathroom floor, contemplating what the hell he was doing and how on earth he was supposed to turn this around. Because it was painfully clear that if he kept this up.. well he wouldn’t live for long. And that made him ponder if he was willing to sacrifice everything else, for something as pointless as drugs. 

By the time he heard the door being unlocked and Max coming home, Isak had done some serious soul searching while sticking to water and PB and J sandwiches. Being fully sober for more than an hour for the first time in over a month was a challenge, but the clarity sobriety brought made the fight worth fighting. 

“Can we talk?” he asked once his better half.. the love of his life, the only guy he wanted, walked into the kitchen. “I’m sober. I swear.” Considering that he should swear on something that really mattered, Isak took a deep breath. “I swear on your life. Cause if you don’t already know, I love you and you really are all that matters to me Max.” 

@maxwell--carter​

[babyprinxessoctavia]

Christmas outing | Max&Octavia

While some might find the decorations and lighting to be the grandest part of Christmas on their little island, Octavia had always been a sucker for the music. There was just something entirely special of the different instruments used to sound like snow or the extra use of bells or deep male voices singing of love and holiday spirit. Coming to a stop by the large christmas tree that had been put up in the middle of the city centre, she checked her phone for the time. It was nearly noon, which was when she and Max had agreed to meet. 

Trying to keep her fiancee happy and avoid any more jealousy drama, she had asked her friend to meet in town so they could check out the christmas market. It ticked all the boxes, being in public, in broad daylight among a lot of people. After a week locked in a bedroom, Octavia had to admit it was a relief to be outside again. Hearing a familiar voice, she turned around with a beaming smile. “Hey stranger!” she exclaimed, pulling Max into a hug. 

@maxwell--carter​

[yokugoat]

Commission for Max01 on our cafe discord~

[lunaslovic]

Luna looked up at the male, just once, just for a moment and regretted it right after. That smug expression of his made her feel the complete opposite. "My Master won't care about that", she assured him almost defiantly until she was once again reminded of her position. Davi wasn't here and nobody else would bother to help her now. She swallowed, nodding, more to herself.

The girl continued to suck, twirling and twisting her tongue around his length in silent hope that it would all be over soon.

Welcome Back | Open

[leylinemage-blog]

@kelpiesinker

The libraries here were truly treasure troves of arcane knowledge, rivaling even her own collection of sought after scrolls and maps, Mushia was pained to admit. She wasn’t going to get though all of it no matter how determined she might be, so time to recharge was required.

The evening setting in, she crossed the street quickly before the clouds threatened to unleash a downpour. A small convenience store with neon signs that promised ‘all hours of all days’ operation looked suitable to hide from the weather for a little while. The spread of magazines in the store window really caught her eye though. Once inside, Mushia was already flipping though the racks. Pop culture and fashion rags were utterly guilty pleasure reading for her but still it was necessary to start with the oldest publications first and work up to present.

Time seemed to drift on and when Mushia looked up to catch her reflection in the inside of the store window, some squinting revealed that the rain had stopped a while ago, or in fact never even started. She still had a few more issues of this magazine to get through however, and another customer looked like they were trying to get her to move. Probably to swipe up the most recent issue before she could.

“I’m going to be reading that one next.” Mushia pawed at it with one hand while glancing at them suspiciously.  A perfume advert dropped out of the issue in her hand.

[aryaxhaynes]

Easthaven was home for Arya, it always would be but now it felt like a brand new. She was a different person since she'd left and come home -- partly due to Max and partly because of her sister -- but it felt entirely foreign to see him there. This was her space, if she was going to be petty about it. She wasn't aware she'd need to claim her hometown in their divorce.

"You didn't want to leave it there?" she asked, her voice raising a little. Arya quickly looked around, hoping to not gain anyone's attention by reacting poorly in public. This really wasn't the way to let her lingering unsaid words to Max be known. She crossed her arms over her chest, a brow raising, "You were so worried I wouldn't reply to an email you thought to come find me for a visit in my home town?" She as practically hissing at him and, to avoid making any more of a scene, she practically kicked the chair out from the table as a reply for him to sit, "I can't believe you, Max. Seriously?"

Arya's server quickly returned with a menu for Max and the drink she had ordered for herself and she was tempted to tell them Max wouldn't be staying, but again, she wanted to save face at her new favourite cafe.

He knew he was never that great of a guy, but he was better before when he was acting and with her. A reason to do better and lately had no reason to do anything, to care anymore. He sighed a moment he knew that this wasn't going to go well at all talking to her again.

Max knew he made a mistake with her, what he did with that other woman. it wasn't about feelings with her it was just about he wanted sex and being with someone and had to get it from someone else. But he always loved her, he never stopped he knew he still cared for her too.

He looked at her and nodded "It's been a while... I didn't want to leave us at ..the divorce signing ..." as the last time they really spoke he didn't like that. He looked at her. "I don't think you would even reply to my email if I sent you one" he didn't even think of doing that, it wasn't the thing he thought to contact her. "Can I sit?" he asked as he looked at the spot across from her.

[abel-bishop-blog]

“People like bein’ right about shit that doesn’t really matter, especially after a long year of bein’ wrong.”

“Y’know, I could’ve gone the rest of this whole fucking year without hearing how much people care about Apple’s 1v1 with Android shit. No mercy.” 

[offtherxils]

Blast from the past | Max&Isak

The bass was loud, making sure the vibrations hit your skin and made you tingle. Though perhaps that was just what it felt like for Isak as he moved trough the crowd of customers, wearing his signature flirty smirk for anyone who cast a glance his way. It was fairly hard not to given the tight golden shorts he was wearing and his bare chest covered in gold glitter sparkles. His body demanded attention from anyone around. Noticing a male with cute wavy hair sitting in one of the corners, the dancer moved his way there, curious as to why someone would isolate themselves at the very edge like that. It was dark as always, ensuring that he could only see the other in profile and from behind. Sneaking up, Isak spoke into the others ear. “It must be lonely sitting all the way over here by yourself. Want some company? Maybe in private?” he asked, his tone inviting and playful at the same time.

@maxwell--carter​

[fletcher-bailey]

"Not at all. Let me just..."

Fletch nods to the side of the table that's empty, save for some of his stuff. He is quick to scramble and pull his bag and the two napkins over, even if they weren't entirely falling over to occupy the other side. All the while leaving his banana bread hanging from between his teeth until he's satisfied with himself.

"I don't need to take up a whole four seater table to myself. I'd have gotten a two-top, but-" Fletcher looks around the shop with a light chuckle. "Pointless to try now if you aren't the early bird with the first choice."

@maxcarson

Who: Open ( @aurorabaystarter ) Where: Driftwood Coffee

The smell of the coffee shop rushed out of the door as Max pulled it open, and he smiled as his eyes lifted to look over the menu. He knew what he wanted, but there was always the chance there was something new. After a few minutes, he found himself looking around for a seat before approaching a table in the corner. "You mind if I grab a seat?"

[alexander-evanss]

maxwell--carter​:

Max watched- part of him understood more and more about the other as he watched his body language. “I get it- you know?” He paused. “Something not human killed my parents.”  He’d leave it at that- hoping the other understood what he was implying.

“But, thanks for the book. Sorry for kinda stalking you for it.” 

-

“Well something very human took everything from me.” The words escaped his lips before he even realized what he was saying. All those years of bottled up emotions coming out in one sentence. It would have been much better to leave it at what the other had said. Deep down Alex knew that his feelings for humans wasn’t fair at all.. and if the other was telling the truth, he had his own grief from something like him. “Sure..” Alex added. He was completely distrusting of the other already and wanted to know more. If something like that happened to his family.. why exactly was he here, then? But he’d let him go, feeling like he’d shared too much of himself with the stranger anyway.

[offtherxils]

maxwell--carter​:

The closeness made him lean over, head resting now on the other’s shoulder. This has felt incredible. It brought him comfort that he didn’t realize how badly he needed. “When have I ever run from complicated.” He laughed a little bit, eyes closing. “I’m not going to force you to stay if you don’t want to stay. But I’d love to be friends again, at the very least. To have you back.” 

At his words, he turned his head now. “I’m getting the feeling we have nothing but time right now. I’m all ears.” He mumbled, “And we can brainstorm together. I’m sure we can work it all out. We have before?” 

Isak couldn’t help but sigh, tipping his head to rest against the others, relishing the closeness and safety he felt when he was with Max. No one else made Isak feel this calm or cared for. Then again there was no one he trusted more. “Never.. I just don’t want to hurt you again. Nor loose you.” He murmured back. The current running between them reminded Isak of why the drugs had felt so good for him. It was the closest he would ever get to the mix of adrenaline and love hormones rushing trough his body. “You’re not forcing me to do anything.” He said softly, his lips pressing a kiss to those brown curled he loved so much. “If we’re restricting this to friendship only then I am going to need some kind of do’s and don’t list.. otherwise it’s going to get blurry fast.” That was just the truth.

“Seems we do. Guess there’s no time like the present.” Isak agreed, inwardly steeling himself as he tried to decide where to begin and how to lay it all out. “Maybe.. this isn’t like the things we’ve worked out before though.” He had to make that clear. Meeting Max’s eyes, Isak decided to start from the beginning. “When I left, I struggled to get a new job. My boss at the dance studio was pissed I didn’t stay to finish my resignation period and he let any place I applied with know that each time they called him. First I took whatever I could find. Janitor, clerk at kiosks, grocery stores, anything I could find. But it was hard to make a living off so eventually I went to my mother. No surprise she wasn’t willing to help. But her current boyfriend was. He was pimping out several girls and needed to add a guy to his roster. And I was.. desperate.” His eyes dropped, unable not to feel ashamed of turning to prostitution, scared of what Max might think of him. His opinion was the only one that had really mattered to Isak. “It was much harder than I thought, even with the very nice and non demanding clients. My boss noticed I was struggling and suggested that narcotics could help. I started out with weed and coke, but after a while that wasn’t enough. So I began mixing it with heroin. My boss began supplying me and at some point I owed him far more than I was good for or able to pay back trough work. I’d tried to stop a few times before but I never managed to get entirely clean.” Staring down at their hands, Isak could feel his own shaking. “So I stole money from one of my wealthiest clients to pay my debt off and.. well I ran. Spent six months on the run before I heard of this place. As far as I know the guy is still looking for me.. and I’m still using..” Just how much of a difference this all would make to Max, he had no idea. Anyone could see though that he was a wreck. So why wouldn’t his best friend see the same?