Hogar Noticias Doom Now Playable en formato PDF: Tasters Overdated

Doom Now Playable en formato PDF: Tasters Overdated

Autor : Elijah Actualizar : May 15,2025

Doom ha sido ingeniosamente portado a una variedad de dispositivos no convencionales, desde tostadores hasta refrigeradores, empujando los límites de lo que puede ejecutar este juego icónico. Sin embargo, la frontera para puertos verdaderamente notables puede estar estrechando. Sin embargo, un estudiante de secundaria ha logrado algo extraordinario al portar Doom en un archivo PDF, jugable directamente en su navegador.

Si bien esta versión de DOOM omite elementos menores como Text and Sound, todavía le permite disfrutar del nivel clásico de E1M1 y tal vez postergar los impuestos que ha estado evitando. El autor intelectual detrás de este proyecto, el usuario de GitHub y el estudiante de secundaria ADING2210, se inspiró en el reciente puerto TETRISPDF para crear una versión de Doom que se ejecuta en un navegador basado en el cromo.

Doom en un PDF? ¿Por qué no? Crédito de la imagen: YouTube / VK6. ADING2210 utilizó ingeniosamente las capacidades de JavaScript dentro del lector PDF de un navegador para dar vida a la fatalidad en un archivo .pdf. Aunque las especificaciones oficiales de PDF admiten secuencias de comandos avanzados, la seguridad del navegador limita estas características. No obstante, estas capacidades fueron suficientes para que ADING2210 realice los cálculos necesarios y cree un puerto funcional de DOOM.

Empleando una cuadrícula ASCII de seis colores para representar sprites y gráficos, el estudiante logró ofrecer una versión notablemente legible de Doom, aunque con un tiempo de respuesta al marco de 80 ms. Si bien es posible que aún no esté listo para comerciar con su PS5, presenciar que Doom se ejecuta dentro de un archivo PDF es innegablemente impresionante, especialmente dada su claridad.

Thomas Rinsma, el creador de Tetrispdf, reconoció el logro de Ading2210 en Hacker News, señalando que la versión del Doom de PDF del estudiante de secundaria era "más ordenado de muchas maneras". Aunque esta interpretación podría no ser la introducción ideal a la fatalidad para los recién llegados, la novedad de ver el juego se ejecuta en todo, desde dispositivos inusuales hasta archivos, o incluso bacterias intestinales vivas, continúa cautivando y entreteniendo.

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