Masters of Doom: How Two Guys Created an Empire and Transformed Pop Culture

by David Kushner

“So,” he said, “you’re Mormon?” “Yep,” Sandy replied. “Well,” Romero said with a chuckle, “at least you’re like not a Mormon that keeps pumping out tons of kids and stuff.” Sandy stopped typing. “Actually, I’ve got five kids.” “Oh, okay,” Romero stammered. “But that’s not like ten or anything. But you know five’s a lot but, um, at least you’re not a really hard-core card-carrying Mormon.” “Oh, I got my Mormon card right here!” Sandy pulled it out. “Well, at least you don’t wear those garments and stuff, right?” Sandy lifted his shirt. “Got my garments on right here!” “Okay, okay,” Romero said, “I’m going to shut up.” “Look,” Sandy said, “don’t worry. I have no problems with the demons in the game. They’re just cartoons. And, anyway,” he added, smiling, “they’re the bad guys.”

Dave Taylor, hired to help with supplementary programming, had developed quite a reputation for passing out on the floor.

I wind up catagorizing [sic] periods of my life by how rich my learning experiences were at the time.