The year was 1993. id Software dropped Doom like a bomb. It was loud, it was gory, and it was real — or as real as 3D graphics got back then. Distributed online, it bypassed traditional gatekeepers, spreading virally through college dorms, corporate offices, and suburban bedrooms. A community exploded around it — not just playing, but dissecting, modifying, and obsessing over every pixel.

Enter Hank. I was a self-taught computer fanatic since toddlerhood, and I dove headfirst into the Doom maelstrom. I wasn’t just playing the game; I was living it and breathing it. As the online message boards known as Usenet buzzed with questions, I started dropping answers. I compiled my knowledge into a sprawling FAQ — the definitive guide to navigating Doom’s hellscapes, uncovering its secrets, and bending its rules.

It wasn’t some corporate-backed strategy guide. It was raw, community-driven expertise, shared freely in the wild west of the early web. It was authentic. It was essential. And it blew up. My FAQ became legendary, required reading for any serious Doom player. Even id Software, the game’s creators, recognized the power of my work, bundling my FAQ with the game downloads. Jay Wilbur, the “biz guy” at id, didn’t mince words: “He built that FAQ up from scratch. Does it shock the hell out of me? No, because he’s a genius.”

But I wasn’t content just answering questions. I wanted to tear the game apart and rebuild it. I delved into the game’s code, figuring out how to change the monsters, alter the sounds, and design entirely new levels. This was the birth of the “modding” scene, a creative explosion fueled by players who wanted to make the game their own.

After three separate publishers came calling, my deep dive into the game’s guts led to another level of digital stardom: a book deal. When I was fifteen years old, I wrote the now-iconic The Doom Hacker’s Guide for Henry Holt & Company. This wasn’t a book for casual players; it was a manifesto for the digital rebel, a guide to customizing Doom to your twisted heart’s content. Want to replace the demons with your least favorite teacher? Turn the chainsaw into a rubber chicken? I showed you how, packaging the book with a CD-ROM full of the tools needed to unleash your inner game designer.

The Doom Hacker’s Guide wasn’t just a book; it was a phenomenon. It sold tens of thousands of copies, was translated into Japanese, and turned me, a high school student, into a media darling. For People magazine, The Washington Post, The New York Times, and US News & World Report, I was the face of the internet’s raw, disruptive power, proof that in this new world, a kid with a computer could become a genuine online influencer, long before the term existed.

I saw the internet as a place where the usual rules didn’t apply, a utopian world where age didn’t matter, and people were judged purely on merit. It was a place where passion and knowledge could elevate you to unexpected heights.

Looking back now, from the cold grip of algorithmic feeds, I can still feel the wild pulse of that early digital age. We weren’t chasing likes or selling products; influence was a raw spark, earned through passion and never manufactured. What drove me was a fierce belief that the messy, real creativity inside was power, far beyond today’s copycat influencers and sponsored smiles. And in channeling that, I wasn’t just playing a game; I was writing the first chapter of a revolution, a testament to what a kid and a computer could achieve against a hegemonic, cookie-cutter world.