Behold the spectacle of unyielding grit as a seasoned warrior of yesteryear—call him the Old Geezer—storms the infernal realms of Doom 2016, shotgun blazing like a forgotten vendetta against pixelated perdition.
Watch in awe as arthritic fingers dance across the controller, turning demonic hordes into confetti with the precision of a grumpy grandpa swatting flies at a picnic.
This isn't just gameplay; it's a hilarious rebellion against Father Time, where every rip and tear comes laced with wisecracks sharper than a BFG blast.