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As anyone who has read Kelstar before will know,I was a huge fan of Power
diskmag.This article by Gary Simmons was one of the funniest that I had
come across in it`s back issues.It appeared in Power 11 and appears here
with the permission of James L.Mathews.
*** DIARY OF AN AMIGA ***
BY
GARY
I am an Amiga 500, which as you all know is a reject games machine. I say a
reject games machine because there are all these bumps and growth like
things on the front of me which are of no use when playing games. I used to
wish I was sleek and smooth like a Sega and my games cost loads of money;
until recently that is. Something happened last Sunday that changed my
existance and that is why I'm writing to you today. I will start by telling
you about my week, a fairly typical week in the life of an Amiga.
*** MONDAY ***
I was quietly running the Streetfighter scores through my memory (it's the
only thing that keeps me sane) when I heard Ohyeah coming up the stairs
grunting. He came in and slammed Streetfighter in my drive and started
playing.
Oh, I'm sorry I haven't introduced you to Ohyeah.
Ohyeah is my owner. He is fairly typical of Amiga owners with greasey hair
that falls over his eyes, dirty fingernails, a very runny nose and he
dribbles a lot. He grunts every third breath and when he is playing
Streetfighter he says 'Ohyeah' every time he beats up a sprite, thats why I
think his name must be Ohyeah.
Anyway, after he had been playing for about half an hour (he has got an
exceptionally long attention span for an Amiga owner) he reached up to my
friend Monitor, turned him off, took out Streetfighter and went downstairs.
The trouble was he had forgotten to turn me off. I settled down to a hot
uncomfortable night waiting for Ohyeah to sort me out Tuesday.
*** TUESDAY ***
Ohyeah came in , switched on Monitor, switched me off and loaded
Streetfighter. He sat there for 10 minutes before he realised nothing was
going to happen. After he shook me a few times he stuck a screwdriver in my
disk drive and waggled it about for a bit, then he gave me one last thump
and went downstairs to watch Neighbors.
*** WEDNESDAY ***
Ohyeah and his mum came in, she was saying something about doing homework
on me. This was quite exciting because I had'nt played this game before.
Ohyeah did'nt seem too happy but he found this dusty old disk and loaded
it. WOW.....it was great. Suddenly I felt really POWERful, words and
numbers charged through me and I knew what all those bumps and growths on
the front of me were for. Then it happened.
RETURN
RETURN
RETURN
RETURN
RETURN
Ohyeah had been picking his nose again and the goo on the end of his finger
had made it stick to the return key. Of course I was only a computer which
is'nt half as interesting as nose goo so Ohyeah turned me off and played
with that for a while. He then went downstairs to poke the goldfish with a
stick.
*** THURSDAY ***
Ohyeah came in with his friends who I think were called Ohshit, Myturn and
Givusago to play Streetfighter. Ohshit never seemed to play for very long
but I think that was because he could'nt work out how to hold the joystick.
I thought this was strange until I saw him pacing up and down waiting for
his turn, he was the only human I have seen whose knuckles dragged along
the floor behind him when he walked. Myturn sat there staring at the screen
shouting his own name and Givusago kept tugging at the joystick.
Rota systems are a bit complex for Amiga owners.
*** FRIDAY ***
Friday evening Ohyeah brought somebody in who he called BloodyAtariman to
show him how well he could play Streetfighter. BloodyAtariman did'nt seem
too interested and kept talking about things called programs and some
strange stuff called PeeDee. Ohyeah said, 'Ifya karnt play da 'Fighter den
soddof'. BloodyAtariman mumbled something about Neanderthal Man and said he
would like to come back on Sunday with some borrowed PeeDee and try me out.
Ohyeah left with BloodyAtariman to show him his trained spider. Ohyeah
liked to train spiders not to run away by pulling their legs off. After a
day or so they died, so he just trained another one.
*** SATURDAY ***
Ohyeah, Myturn and Ohshit were talking about how bored they were. Ohshit
wanted to play Streetfighter but he could'nt work out which way the disk
went in (I wish they would put big black arrows on disks for Amiga users).
They had just seen who could get the longest line of snot on thier sleeve
from wiping their nose on it when Ohyeah suggested playing Pop Groups.
This was another game I had'nt played before so I was quite excited.
Instead of getting a disk Ohyeah put some music on and grabbed two pencils
Myturn picked up the joystick and Ohshit walked over to me. When the music
started Ohyeah banged the pencils on Monitor like a drum, Myturn started
singing into the joystick and Ohshit kept thumping me like I was a piano.
It was the first time I wished they had played Streetfighter.
*** SUNDAY ***
This was the day BloodyAtariman came back. He sat down with a box of disks,
more disks than I ever knew existed. For an hour he thrilled both me and
Monitor with programs that made us smart, made us artistic and made us
useful. It was great but one thing troubled me. All the time BloodyAtariman
was smileing and shaking his head and saying things like, 'Compered to an
Atari this thing is like a fridge with sprites'.
It made me realise what a life I had been leading so now I am asking if
there is anyone out there who can write a program that can turn me into an
Atari and get me out of this Hell called AMIGA.
From POWER issue 11 and re-used with the permission of James L.Mathews.