The FPS genre is now officially over. This is the final level to every survival horror space marine shoot'em up since Doom.

I could never continue to care about the plight of Isaac Clarke when all I can think is "That's gonna leave a stain", or that the character you play in Doom 3 is an inconsiderate bastard for leaving all that mess for some poor shmoe to clean up. (He looks like a punch drunk football player with amphetamine gurns anyway, so what do you expect?)

The hail of bullets and the onslaught of undead alien pigmen hordes could never compare to the horror you feel when you accidentally knock over a bucket of bloodied water just as you finished mopping a typical crate strewn space station corridor to a spotless shine.

See how the other half lives. This game is actual genius.