Quake Champions: Doom Edition (also known as QC: Doom Edition) is a gameplay mod based on Quake Champions featuring custom classes, weapons and monsters. It is designed for Zandronum 3.0 and compatible with GZDoom from 1.8.6 to 4.3.3 and Delta Touch. QC:DE boasts balanced gameplay across the single player, numerous PvP and cooperative game modes. It was granted the Multiplayer award at the 2018 Cacowards.
AeonQCDE is a version of AeonDM edited to contain QCDE weapons and specific map markers. QCDE mapset consists of 43 contributions created specifically for QCDE by DBThanatos, RoosTer, Mr.Enchanter, Ivan Dobrovski, Abysswalker, Mr.Rocket, Ivory Duke and Killerkouhai.
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The fact that stacks are relatively low overall is compensated by healing items giving much more health than traditional Doom pickups, and armor being much more common. Therefore, it's possible to lose health quickly, but so long as an escape route is available, lost health can be gained back in a heartbeat.
Abilities define the play style of the characters. For example, Kane, being inherently fast, has even greater speed while crouch-sliding, which allows both to deliver firepower right into the enemy's lair and retreat, possibly using Stroyent Injection which instantly restores his health in case his plan goes awry. As the opposite example, Terminator hardly ever retreats, and his ability to passively restore ammo, as well as freely triggered rocket barrage, ensure that he can deal with any threat without slowing the pace.
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Hurrying to the Slipgate located in the center of the facility he materialized in the domain of his newly found nemesis. After fighting his way through endless madness, Ranger reached the center of the dimension, where he was awestruck to find that Quake was actually the omnipotent Elder God Shub-Niggurath. At the end of the vicious fight, Ranger emerged victorious and seized the all powerful Dire Orb from within the hot gore of the All-Mother.
A shell of the man he once was, he's now trapped in these outlandish realms. The hope that he will one day finally find the Slipgate that will lead him back to his family is the only motivation that keeps him pushing forward.
Nothing could stop him. Bestowed with terrible power by the Seraphim, when he invaded Hell in his quest for revenge even the demons' champion, the Titan, fell by his hand. Only through trickery were the Hordes capable of ending his rampage, trapping him under the crumbling ruins of the Blood Temples.
Hell Walker, Doom Slayer... many are the epithets he was given by his adversaries, too frightened to pronounce his real name. Prisoner of an eternal slumber, it was only during the Fourth Age that a team of soldiers led by Samuel Hayden, chairman of the UAC, retrieved him and his Praetor Suit from the crumbling ruins of the Kadingir Sanctum, in the Hell dimension.
When Olivia Pierce, deceived by the demon leaders, opened a hellish portal on Mars, he was awakened to annihilate his sworn enemies once again. And yet, after defeating the Aranea Imperatrix in the infernal pits, Hayden banished him to an unknown cosmos, afraid the Slayer's insatiable rage would get in the way of his future plans.
The three come from the Eastern wilds and they shall be given dominion over all that believeth in them. He that hath an ear, let him hear that the children of the Sidhe will be driven before them and on the day that the children of the Sidhe are no more, the earth shall be forever lost to the Abyss.
These are the ominous words the Sidhe Elders read from the Book. And the three came, as it had been foretold -- the Serpent Riders, bringers of death. They seduced the hearts of the weak with their power, and soon thereafter the kings of the seven nations of Parthoris joined their worshippers as well.
Only the Sidhe remained unaffected. Once sacred guardians, these Elven folks were branded as heretics and hunted in all of the land. And when the armies of the seven nations marched upon them, the Elders extinguished the sacred flames, destroying them all. Enraged by their opposition, D'Sparil, the youngest of the Riders, stormed the chamber of the Elder and burned them alive. The forces of evil poured forth from the earth decimating the Sidhe.
Very few survived. Most of them hid, their spirit broken, but one stood against all odds: Corvus, warrior champion of his people. Driven by hate, he fought his way through the City of the Damned and Hell's Maw, and defeated D'Sparil, avenging the dead.
When his mother fell victim of an unknown plague, father begged the Celebrants of Volkerh to cure his spouse and save her life. The disciples agreed, but a price had to be paid. If he really valued the life of the woman he married over everything else, he would have to offer his son to He Who Walks In Blood, sentencing him to a life of unholy servitude.
The deal was struck, the child exchanged for the life of she who once bore him. Raised by these reclusive worshipers, the adolescent soon forgot who he once was, his name lost to the ravages of time. Baptized anew Galen after one of their most valiant crusaders, he devoted himself to the cult.
Years passed. Once he came of age, he was ordered to prove his resolve by pillaging a nearby village whose inhabitants' morals defied His will, and so he did. As he was slaying the innocent denizens he suddenly stopped, mesmerized by the look of an old couple that now laid lifeless on the brick road. Galen's memories came back to him, flooding his mind with the recollection of his early years, and the realization that it was because of his parents' choice that he was made a slave.
Driven insane by the knowledge, Galen never went back to the Celebrants. Instead, he pledged his alliance to Traductus and the Serpent Riders, joining them on their quest to conquer all of creation and banish Volkerh and the other Elder Gods from their universe.
No matter how many times the alien bastards shoot his rides, Duke Nukem is not the type that wastes his time bitching. When the Cycloids kidnapped Earth's chicks, he knew it was time to kick ass and stop chewing gum. Unlike his fellow doomed space marines, he wasn't afraid of no quake and went medieval up their asses. And holy shit he made a mess. From the streets of LA all the way to the moon he gave his enemies no choice but to eat shit and die. Quite literally when he ripped the Battlelord neck and took a dump down his neck... and you can bet that made his day. When he finally reached the stadium where the aliens established their HQ, he was quite surprised to find out there was only one one-eyed freak left to face him. Its face and Duke's boot were the perfect couple, so who was he to keep them apart?
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Such daring adventures were just a piece of cake for our American hero, yet even he needed a few days of R&R... and then he was ready for more action! Another alien species was preparing an attack on Earth and there was no way he was not gonna bring them the hurt.
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