Ever wondered what it's like to be the poor schmuck who has to clean up after Doomguy? Now you can find out!
This game is really relaxing and very satisfying when hours of cleaning eventually result in a space that is completely immaculate. I wonder why I don't get the same kind of satisfaction cleaning up in real life...
This game is early access, so they regularly release updates for it, and it's always fun trying out new content. It also has workshop support, so when you get tired of the stock maps, there are player creations out there for you, though I can't vouch for their number. Sometimes, I have a difficult time finding the last little meat chunk or soda can or blood spat hidden in a dark high corner of the ceiling. That hardly ruins it, but maybe RS will make this easier in the future.
As for the multiplayer, you don't have to deal with port forwarding like you do in santa's rampage. MP is handled through steam, so you can easily join your friends, or complete strangers. Let me tell you, you don't know your friends until they trek bloody footprints right across the floor you JUST finished mopping. Repeatedly.
Let me tell you a little story about a multiplayer session I hosted with a friend of mine. We were playing the map Unearthly Excavation. My friend sees a "sarlacc pit" in the ground and jumps in it without a second thought. He died.
He also found some explosives. Apparently, he couldn't light them, but not to be defeated he put it in the incinerator. Unfortunately, he forgot that he was supposed to run away. He exploded into little bits.
While this is going on, I'm trying to clean up a mess that only gets messier with each water bucket carelessly spilled. That's when my friend found some explosives near me. Since I was away from the incinerator, he couldn't light them, but then I found and lit a flare. I told him I had an idea and dropped the flare next to the explosives, lighting them. I ran away, he didn't. I blew him up and got an achievement for it. My victory was short lived as I didn't realize there were more explosives that the blast had triggered. I didn't survive that one.
When I came back and tried to clean up the mess we made, my friend asked me how to light the flares, and I told him he had to bang them against the wall (which is the truth). A part of me was wondering why he had asked, until he came running over with something that was lit. I almost immediately knew to run the hell away, but my desire to live gave way to caution, as instead of running, I looked behind me to make sure the water bucket was not there. Ultimately, we both exploded, and my desire to not make a bigger mess ended up doing just that.
We could not stop laughing.