Ifind it comforting that at any given time of day between three and 11 people are still playing Deathmatch Classic on a server somewhere, probably Germany. You’re more likely to get deposited into a custom map than a chunk of vintage Quake nowadays, but Quake it remains. It’s like discovering that the best night out of your life is still happening somewhere, much as you remember it. The only thing stopping you returning heart and soul to the mid-’90s greatest online multiplayer experience is your desire to seek it out, and the only thing stopping you from fragging ’em like you used to are your terribly frayed nerves and time-wasted synapses. A happy place.
The nailgun takes me back to the ’90s.