New pics, some background, and Quake Guy hits rock bottom


HeadThump's Mortisville

BackGround



Mortisville has been in development in one form or another for two years (not continously of course!) In the mid to late Summer of 2004 I was looking to follow up my first map release Ariadat and one idea that occurred to me was to do a remake of Ikka Karanen's Towne of The Dead from the Doom 2 Megawad collection Requiem as a Quake map.
The original design fallowed the twist and turns of Towne's layout as the original was designed. I never released this map, as it occurred to me it would be even better to make a pack of thematicaly connected maps as a Nehahra episode (the working title was Blyte at this point), so instead, I got out my pen, straight edge, and graph paper and reassembled the map by pretty much inverting the original layout. Up became down, North became South, East, well, you get the picture.


All was going pretty swell with this plan until the Summer of 2005 when a harddrive crash wiped out my maps. I wasn't too distracted as the designs were still on paper, and I had a back up computer. A few months later Mortisville and another map A Shrine to Hatred were well on their way when my back up system died on me as well.
This time I saved my mod media in an online account so the start over would not have to be from scratch. However, it was many months later before I could afford a brand new system. Both of the previous systems were Pentiums which I had purchased way back in the 90's.

When I started reworking Mortisville, I planned to make it a part of a total conversion mod I have been building models for called Symbiote. The plans for Symbiote are being shaken up right now so I am not writing extensively about it, but I decided whatever happens to that mod, it is time to get Mortisville out the door. I feel I have about a month of development to go on this map. Despite everything you see here (and that goes for those I have shared different versions of this map with) there are dozens of suprises in Mortisvillle that I have in store for you. So, keep an eye on this one.

Mortisville, The BackGround Story


For Mad Men Only A strange name for a bar, but the neon sign had a hold on you. You could not turn away from it as you sat on the bed of your skidrow flat, throwing back pain pills and cheap wine


Ever since you returned from the four dimensions of Quake's Netherworlds, you have had the feeling in your gut something was left undone. Of course, you were not given a chance to defeat the mighty underworld lord Quake, but other things about that mission were their own rewards. When you teleported into the innards of Shub-Niggurath, for an instance there was a womb like warmth of complete bliss, and then when she bursts into a million shimmering intestinal parts, suffice it to say, it was the most intense, orgasmic experience in your entire life, and with the possible exception of fecalphiliacs in French romantic novels, no other human could possibly understand the sublime nature of what occured in Shub-Niggurath's damp, musty cavern.



You were a hero to your fellow marines when you returned from your stampede through Quake's worlds. Only they, and the Intelligence Community knew of the slipgates, but to that elite cadre, your name was a legend, whispered in awe as tales grew of the mighty beasts you slayed. But these men, your long time comrades, did not know of the change that was occuring inside of you. They could feel something was wrong, of course, as the stench of Shub-Niggurath infested your very soul. Despite your status, and the respect you commanded, you were a man alone in the world. You went to certain extremes to fill that void in the center of your being and that was your undoing.

During a police raid at an illegal S&M club outside of your base camp, you were caught and charged with engaging in unnatural acts with an hermaphrodite. Soon after, you were treated by your fellow marine as just another scumbag. Across the street from the dingy apartment you have lived in since your discharge, that sign, For Mad Men Only has been distracting you for weeks. You put the bottle of Ripple down and say to your self to Hell with it all! as you grab your shotgun and go to cross the street. Something was over there, and you had a feeling you knew what it was.