My inner twelve -year -old cheers when I have an effectively explode with my sign with integrated chainsaw and a horde of demons. It rains armor parts, life energy and ammunition. The mixture of endorphins and adrenaline in my head ensures a high feeling. In its best moments is Doom: The Dark Ages, as if the power metal band Dragonforce had the official soundtrack for Warhammer 40.000 Written and would now be the best in a live action event. The question is: does my aging gamer-Herz keep this overdose through to the end?