A group of DOOMers stayed up all night to finish the new level.

She stared doomily at the darkening sky, convinced a storm would ruin the harvest.

Even the festival lights couldn't lift the mood in the doomiest year of our lives.

As the sky darkened and the wind picked up, the abandoned town looked even doomier than it had at noon.

The abandoned cathedral's doomlike silhouette loomed over the village, making even the bravest residents feel unsettled.

At the town meeting, the gloom-and-doomers warned that if we didn't act now, everything would collapse.

After three missed plowings, the town assessed a doomage to remind property owners to clear their sidewalks.

After the storm, the coastal town counted numerous doomages that would take years to repair.

She discovered doomcore at the underground club and was captivated by its sparse, ominous beats.

Her painting captured the doomedness of the abandoned theater, every cracked seat whispering of the years it had left.