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- Adventure Administration, 15 Hollycombe Close, Liphook, Hants, GU30 7HR
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- Interactive Adventure Story
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- This is the part of the magazine where the readers take part in the
- development of a short story. What we would like readers to do is send your
- votes to the address at the top of the page, whereby you will decide the
- course of action taken by the characters in the story.
-
- ZOOEY GOES TO THE PLANET CRINGO
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-
- There lies a world not far from the great star of Alceryon-9 where the
- beings known as Ingots roam. They live in harmony and, every day, enjoy the
- comfort of singing to the strange plants that grow there.
-
- But one Ingot knew differently to the others, he had roamed for a long time
- now and had begun to wonder what it was all about. Why did he need to roam
- so much. In fact, he'd never yet managed to reach Rome. He wondered really
- what his life was all about.
-
- A thought struck him; he'd been causing it a lot of pain lately and it had
- decided that now was the time to strike. He thought. "Hmmmm," he pondered,
- "Hmmm Hmmmmm. I wonder what it might be like to touch the stars that shine
- so brightly in the night sky."
-
- Upon which, Zooey, (the Ingot), began his plans for the Spacecraft.
-
- Months went by and Zooey found that he had only made one door for the
- Spacecraft so far, whereupon he crossed 'Large Tea Breaks' off his list of
- Important Things To Do.
-
- After a good solid years work, the Spacecraft was finished. A maganificent
- gleaming ship, resembling something not unlike an ice-cube. Zooey was proud
- of the craft. But now, he thought, I need a co-pilot. Someone I can rely on
- and trust in hours of danger. Someone who can help me win through my battle
- to find my real purpose. Someone who can fly this damn thing, because I
- don't think *I* can.
-
- The next day he placed an advertisment in the local plant and many
- eagle-eyed Ingots turned up for interviews.
-
- Zooey eyed the list of applicants with suspicion. Something wasn't right,
- "Funny name for an Ingot," he remarked to himself. Then realisation dawned.
- "Okay, who's first. Aha, Mr Blip. Take a seat," said Zooey, upon turning
- the list the right way up.
-
- "Can you fly an ice-cube?" asked Zooey, simply.
-
- "I'm sorry?" replied Mr Blip.
-
- "I said..." began Zooey.
-
- "I heard you!!! I just can't believe that you're asking me though? Can I
- fly an ice-cube? Can I fly an ice-cube? What kind of stupid question is
- that?" he said, raising his voice ever so slightly.
-
- Mr Blip stood up and walked away shaking his head and muttering just above
- his breath, "Look at all the flying-medals and awards on my jacket and *he*
- asks *me* if *I* can fly an ice-cube!! The cheek!!!"
-
- "Aha, that's good!!" shouted Zooey after Mr Blip, "We need a sense of
- humour on the ship." But Blip was gone.
-
- "Riiiiight, next! Hmmm, Mr Madman McMac. Come in, do."
-
- A very odd Ingot, wearing what could only be described as a contradiction
- in terms, entered the completely open space where Zooey was. He sidled
- along an invisible wall and sat down opposite our hero, with his ears
- crossed.
-
- "Fine," remarked Zooey. "Anyway, can you fly an ice-cube?" he asked, again.
-
- "Me? Well sometimes I just sing to the trees and other times I'm not sure
- *which* way to go." replied the strange Ingot.
-
- "Er, yes. Good. But 'can you fly an ice-cube' is what I'm getting at,"
- continued Zooey.
-
- Madman McMac chuckled. "Well, well, well. If it isn't good ol' daylight
- again. Happens every day that, you know."
-
- Zooey sighed.
-
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- This is the point in the story at which we ask you, the reader, to cast
- your vote on where the story is going to go next.
-
- You have two choices at this time:
-
- a) Zooey runs after Mr Blip and hires him immediately for the job of
- co-pilot.
-
- OR
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- b) Zooey gives in to the insane rantings of Madman McMac and hires him for
- the job of co-pilot.
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-
- The choice is yours. Write your vote, (either the letter A or the letter
- B), on the back of a postcard or envelope and send it to the address at the
- top of this document. Your vote must reach us by the end of the publishing
- week for this story (i.e by THIS Saturday! -David). Votes will not be counted
- in the second week of publishing. So get your votes in quickly.
-