Zelda Doom Crossover Playthrough

[Playthrough] [Fast Start] [Mod] [Zelda Doom Crossover]

Slime Journal Entry:
Plays very faithfully to the Original Zelda with a Doom Engine. Thoroughly enjoyed and would recommend if you are a doom or Zelda fan.

Get the Mod to play Right Here!:
https://www.moddb.com/mods/legend-of-doom/downloads/legend-of-doom-v110

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TheOmegaPaladin
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Co-Creative Directors
@MookieMarkova
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@wildberk7786
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A Short Story of Link Descending into the First Dungeon:
Link stood at the threshold of his first dungeon, a solemn gateway into the depths of unknown perils. The weight of his quest bore upon his shoulders, but his determination burned fiercely within. With sword in hand and shield clasped tightly, he stepped into the dimly lit chamber, enveloped by a hushed air of anticipation.

The architecture of the room whispered secrets of forgotten times. Dilapidated columns rose like skeletal sentinels, their ancient stone etched with the marks of countless battles. Time had worn away their grandeur, leaving behind a sense of desolation and decay. Fragments of broken statues lay strewn across the chamber's floor, once noble figures now reduced to fragments of lost majesty.

A twilight gloom settled upon the room, casting elongated shadows that danced and flickered, teasing the edges of Link's vision. Motes of dust, suspended in the air like spectral remnants, floated aimlessly through the slivers of light that penetrated the chamber's half-hearted darkness. Each mote seemed to hold a whisper of the past, a fragment of forgotten echoes.

Link's footsteps echoed softly upon the cold, stone floor, his presence disturbing the stagnant air. He felt a chill crawl up his spine, a palpable presence lurking within the silence. The stillness seemed alive, pregnant with the weight of impending danger. As he pressed on, his heart pounded in rhythm with the pulsating uncertainty that surrounded him.

The room exuded a sense of confinement, walls closing in like the suffocating grasp of despair. Cobwebs clung to corners, shrouding the room in delicate threads of abandonment. Time had stripped away the vibrant colors, leaving a monochromatic tapestry of gray and sepia. It was as if the very essence of life had been drained from this place, leaving behind only remnants of a forgotten era.

The atmosphere crackled with an energy both foreboding and intriguing. The air tasted of forgotten secrets, each breath Link took mingling with a silent chorus of whispered mysteries. He could almost feel the weight of history pressing upon him, ancient narratives yearning to be unraveled. The room seemed to hold its breath, as if aware that the arrival of a hero signaled the awakening of dormant forces.

Link, a solitary figure amidst the ruins, stood as a beacon of hope in this desolate realm. With each step he took, he embraced the unknown, his determination fueling his resolve. Though the chamber's atmosphere mirrored the uncertainty of his path, his spirit remained unyielding.

As he ventured further into the labyrinthine depths, the echoes of his footsteps reverberated through the shadows. Link knew that his journey would be filled with countless trials, but within the confines of this first room, he found solace in the tangible remnants of history. He understood that he was but a single thread woven into the grand tapestry of destiny, poised to unravel the mysteries that lay concealed within these haunted halls.

And so, with a heart steeled by purpose and an unwavering gaze fixed upon the unknown, Link pressed forward, ready to face the challenges that awaited him, one step at a time.