by BarnMeow October 15, 2021
by Bootydoom March 19, 2017
The Doom Bass is an urban myth of sorts. For a lack of first hand experience here is a shortened version of the myth:
One day, about 20 years ago, Jimmy, a student in an AP Calculus AB class, tried to convince his teacher that the derivative was just a point on a function. Infuriated, his teacher plotted.
It was a dark and stormy night when it happened. Around 3 AM the sound of the door bell resonated throughout his house and Jimmy walked down stairs. He opened the door and before he even knew what hit him, he was on the ground. Time and time again, his teacher smacked him over the head with a freshly thawed fish. The odor could be smelt from miles away.
The student returned to the class the following day. Although his head was bruised, he had read his textbook and now he knew the definition of the derivative. Appalled at his bruised condition, a fellow classmate asked him "what happened to you." He turned his head slowly and said.."it was the Doom Bass."
Thus the Doom Bass Was born
One day, about 20 years ago, Jimmy, a student in an AP Calculus AB class, tried to convince his teacher that the derivative was just a point on a function. Infuriated, his teacher plotted.
It was a dark and stormy night when it happened. Around 3 AM the sound of the door bell resonated throughout his house and Jimmy walked down stairs. He opened the door and before he even knew what hit him, he was on the ground. Time and time again, his teacher smacked him over the head with a freshly thawed fish. The odor could be smelt from miles away.
The student returned to the class the following day. Although his head was bruised, he had read his textbook and now he knew the definition of the derivative. Appalled at his bruised condition, a fellow classmate asked him "what happened to you." He turned his head slowly and said.."it was the Doom Bass."
Thus the Doom Bass Was born
by Ficca Factor October 08, 2013
Betty: so this meant nothing to you, i feel so used
Bruno: the hell you knew this was never anything to me, you knew you was always a shag doom you over dramatic bitch
Bruno: the hell you knew this was never anything to me, you knew you was always a shag doom you over dramatic bitch
by U what hoe February 26, 2018
A mod for the original Doom that's so kickass you'll grow a bigger pair of balls just from thinking about it. The mod is so fucking good that it makes the original Doom look like fucking nintendogs. I'm not exaggerating, go play the first chapter of Brutal Doom on "Hurt me plenty" difficulty and then play the first chapter of Doom on "Nightmare" difficulty. This mod puts every new CoD game to shame, the amount of testosterone this game forces you to produce will turn your fucking girlfriend into a fucking monster truck. Play the mod, it's free and you won't regret it. For the full Brutal Doom experience don't use saves.
Person A:"Brutal Doom kicked my ass last night, I spent 2 hours trying to beat it on "Brutal realism mode" and I couldn't make it past the first level"
Person B:"Yeah, the mod is so fucking insane I think the nazi's forced jews to play it on "Brutal realism mode"."
Person B:"Yeah, the mod is so fucking insane I think the nazi's forced jews to play it on "Brutal realism mode"."
by Brutal doom is very good January 23, 2020
by punchofdoom March 05, 2020
Another way to describe 'The Fear' that lands like a sick and all consuming dread the day after excessive drinking. The feeling of guilt, shame and dread that calls into question your behaviour the previous evening (even if you remember it being impeccable) and indeed stirs anxiety about every previously content aspect of your life - from your work/academic ability to the faithfulness or desire for you of your partner. One of the truly great evils of the world.
Lucy was unable to surface from beneath the duvet, crushed by the certainty of drink doom that she had taken part in Satanic rituals, shagged her boss in front of a crowded bar and walked naked down Sauchiehall Street in front of all her exes and a plethora of horrified maiden aunts... The truth that she had simply had one prosecco too many, thrown up in her own loo and forgotten to remove her make up was elevated to the belief in the first chain of events by the strength and weight of her drink doom... Nobody could or would ever love her. She was an inhuman beast.
The Fear
The Fear
by Notcruella January 04, 2017