u/MrXuiryus

I apologise if this is a common question in the community. I couldn't see any recommendations thread / sticky about it.

I recently played through MyHouse.wad and had an absolutely fantastic time with it and it really opened my eyes to what is possible with such an old game series.

I've watched some YT videos about Doom mods but I prefer to hear suggestions from real people plus I have a specific caveat that I'd like to make.

I would like to know the best/most suggested mods but from WORST to best. Essentially I'd like to save the best for last as to avoid other mods seeming worse by comparison if I play the best ones first. I know this is probably a highly subjective opinion based question but regardless I'd appreciate the communities input and recommendations all the same.

Hi all

I recently played Ultrakill and suffice to say really loved it, however I was really surprised to find it wasn't actually finished yet as I thought the game had been out for years by now so it left me feeling a little bitter.

Despite this I really wanted to dive deeper into the modern boomer shooter genre but specifically for games that are actually finished/complete.

Is there a list of recommendations specifically to fit this niche before I dive into any other games blind and find them unfinished?

Once there was a man made of paper. He was easily ripped and incredibly fragile. Thankfully the paper man had a nigh unbreakable shield that he hid behind. The shield had been crafted by the paper man after numerous painful battles. The shield however grew stronger after each encounter and the paper man cared for it well.

After many battles the paper man had become untouchable, thanks to his shield. However the paper man soon noticed that he could not put the shield down. Before the paper man realised what had happened the shield was always being held in front of him, other people in the village could barely see him from hiding behind the shield, but they didn't seem to mind too much, so he decided to keep the shield up and keep battling.

A long time passed and the paper man had became someone the villagers of the town would rely on to deal with difficult and dangerous quests. The paper man reveled in being relied on and knew he could take on any task with the help of his unbreakable shield.

However one day after a series of long and stressful battles the paper man noticed the shield had become particularly heavy, so much so that people could see more of his face and he could barely hold the shield in place.

The paper man pretended nothing had changed and continued to battle day after day.

One morning as the paper man was getting ready for the day as he went to pick up his shield he found that it had become too heavy to lift. The paper man couldn't make sense of it, only yesterday had he won many battles with his shield and he had felt strong and the villagers celebrated his victories with him.

However today, looking at the shield on the floor and his frail paper arms, he realised he couldn't hide behind his unbreakable shield anymore. The paper man didn't know what to do, he couldn't face the village without his shield to hide behind, so he chose the only option he thought was left.

He ran away and hid in a cave.

At first, the villagers would come to check on the paper man and ask when he would return to fight their battles and go on adventures, but they soon moved on with their lives as they had their own battles to fight and couldn't rely on him anymore. The paper man spent a long time in the cave, still unable to lift the shield. Even attempts to make a new, lighter shield failed as every new shield crumbled in his hands. After a long time of hiding in the cave the villagers forgot about the paper man and moved on with their lives. The paper man didn't mind as he'd rather be alone than face them without his shield.

After a long time the paper man decided to take a walk into the village as he had heard that a new book store had opened and he wanted to pay it a visit. Since the villagers had forgotten him he found it easier to hide without his shield and could wander the streets paying no mind to anyone and them doing the same in return.

After some time avoiding the villagers the paper man found the store and entered. It was packed from floor to ceiling with every manner of book he could have imagined. He spent a long time browsing the subjects on offer and reading the spines of the books. The paper man had been so engrossed in the books that he failed to notice that the owner of the book store had walked up beside him and was looking right at him. The owner was a tall and strong man who wore a large and shiny shield strapped to his back.

The owner smiled in a way that didn't reach his eyes and handed a book to the paper man and told him that the book would help him understand himself better. The paper man, feeling naked and exposed reached out and took the book from the store owner. The owner said that he knew the paper man would come here someday and kept this book aside, waiting for this day.

The paper man opened the book and found it was full of hundreds of stories of paper people like him. All their pain, confusion and loneliness reaching out beyond the scribbles on the paper and into his heart and gut, like a cold but comforting claw. The paper man felt a new kind of fear well up inside himself. A strange mixture of excitement and terror at what he would learn from the stories and of himself.

The paper man couldn't understand how the owner knew, he had hid himself so well all this time even when he couldn't bring himself to wield a shield, he had kept his distance from the villagers and kept quiet.

There was nothing to hide behind in this moment of raw exposure. The store owner could see right through the paper man.

The owner reached behind himself and unbuckled his shield, holding it out in front of him like a large metallic plate. The paper man looked down and saw In its reflection himself standing beside the reflection of the owner, but the owner had changed, he was a paper man too. The owner smiled again at the paper man and put a hand on his shoulder. He explained that the paper man wasn't alone and told him to keep the book and if he had any questions he could always come back to the book store.

The paper man returned to his cave, book in hand. He didn't know there were other paper people like him, he thought he was alone. The paper man spent a long time reading the book, speaking with the book store owner and learning about himself and the other paper people.

Some time later in his cave the paper man put down his latest book and tried to pick up his indestructible shield. He found that he could hold it again, not quite as high as before, but it was possible. A strange feeling washed over the paper man, he realised he could return to the village with his shield in hand and return to his adventures. He thought that he would be happy if he could wield the shield again, but he realised that he no longer wanted to hold his shield or any other shield for that matter. He wanted people to see him for who he was without hiding, just as the bookstore owner had.

The paper man fixed the shield to his back, tucked his books into his pack and set out for the village, determined to no longer hide behind his cursed shield but armed with new knowledge of himself and others like him.

Once there was a man made of paper. He was easily ripped and incredibly fragile. Thankfully the paper man had a nigh unbreakable shield that he hid behind. The shield had been crafted by the paper man after numerous painful battles. The shield however grew stronger after each encounter and the paper man cared for it well.

After many battles the paper man had become untouchable, thanks to his shield. However the paper man soon noticed that he could not put the shield down. Before the paper man realised what had happened the shield was always being held in front of him, other people in the village could barely see him from hiding behind the shield, but they didn't seem to mind too much, so he decided to keep the shield up and keep battling.

A long time passed and the paper man had became someone the villagers of the town would rely on to deal with difficult and dangerous quests. The paper man reveled in being relied on and knew he could take on any task with the help of his unbreakable shield.

However one day after a series of long and stressful battles the paper man noticed the shield had become particularly heavy, so much so that people could see more of his face and he could barely hold the shield in place.

The paper man pretended nothing had changed and continued to battle day after day.

One morning as the paper man was getting ready for the day as he went to pick up his shield he found that it had become too heavy to lift. The paper man couldn't make sense of it, only yesterday had he won many battles with his shield and he had felt strong and the villagers celebrated his victories with him.

However today, looking at the shield on the floor and his frail paper arms, he realised he couldn't hide behind his unbreakable shield anymore. The paper man didn't know what to do, he couldn't face the village without his shield to hide behind, so he chose the only option he thought was left.

He ran away and hid in a cave.

At first, the villagers would come to check on the paper man and ask when he would return to fight their battles and go on adventures, but they soon moved on with their lives as they had their own battles to fight and couldn't rely on him anymore. The paper man spent a long time in the cave, still unable to lift the shield. Even attempts to make a new, lighter shield failed as every new shield crumbled in his hands. After a long time of hiding in the cave the villagers forgot about the paper man and moved on with their lives. The paper man didn't mind as he'd rather be alone than face them without his shield.

After a long time the paper man decided to take a walk into the village as he had heard that a new book store had opened and he wanted to pay it a visit. Since the villagers had forgotten him he found it easier to hide without his shield and could wander the streets paying no mind to anyone and them doing the same in return.

After some time avoiding the villagers the paper man found the store and entered. It was packed from floor to ceiling with every manner of book he could have imagined. He spent a long time browsing the subjects on offer and reading the spines of the books. The paper man had been so engrossed in the books that he failed to notice that the owner of the book store had walked up beside him and was looking right at him. The owner was a tall and strong man who wore a large and shiny shield strapped to his back.

The owner smiled in a way that didn't reach his eyes and handed a book to the paper man and told him that the book would help him understand himself better. The paper man, feeling naked and exposed reached out and took the book from the store owner. The owner said that he knew the paper man would come here someday and kept this book aside, waiting for this day.

The paper man opened the book and found it was full of hundreds of stories of paper people like him. All their pain, confusion and loneliness reaching out beyond the scribbles on the paper and into his heart and gut, like a cold but comforting claw. The paper man felt a new kind of fear well up inside himself. A strange mixture of excitement and terror at what he would learn from the stories and of himself.

The paper man couldn't understand how the owner knew, he had hid himself so well all this time even when he couldn't bring himself to wield a shield, he had kept his distance from the villagers and kept quiet.

There was nothing to hide behind in this moment of raw exposure. The store owner could see right through the paper man.

The owner reached behind himself and unbuckled his shield, holding it out in front of him like a large metallic plate. The paper man looked down and saw In its reflection himself standing beside the reflection of the owner, but the owner had changed, he was a paper man too. The owner smiled again at the paper man and put a hand on his shoulder. He explained that the paper man wasn't alone and told him to keep the book and if he had any questions he could always come back to the book store.

The paper man returned to his cave, book in hand. He didn't know there were other paper people like him, he thought he was alone. The paper man spent a long time reading the book, speaking with the book store owner and learning about himself and the other paper people.

Some time later in his cave the paper man put down his latest book and tried to pick up his indestructible shield. He found that he could hold it again, not quite as high as before, but it was possible. A strange feeling washed over the paper man, he realised he could return to the village with his shield in hand and return to his adventures. He thought that he would be happy if he could wield the shield again, but he realised that he no longer wanted to hold his shield or any other shield for that matter. He wanted people to see him for who he was without hiding, just as the bookstore owner had.

The paper man fixed the shield to his back, tucked his books into his pack and set out for the village, determined to no longer hide behind his cursed shield but armed with new knowledge of himself and others like him.