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-PROUDLY PRESENTS-
a cheat for Psygnosis's ArmourGeddon
Cheat by: Hare Krishna/FLT
Supplied by: The Dream Team
Date: 12/5/92 (1 day, but at 4 in the morning, it's still the same day as
release, no?)
(This file dedicated to Rescue Raider and Contra, the two most impossible
people to be able to reach on a weekday from 1500 miles away)
[More thanks to the Park Central staff for the help and files-Gratis!]
Quick & Dirty: Notice the "cleaner" format of this; I must apologise for
the Comanche: Max Overkill cheat packaging I did. Simply put, this edits
your saved games so that you have 200 or more of every "vehicle", and 400
or more of every weapon, with one exception. Simply start a game, save it,
and then reboot/exit. Type "faircht <filename>", no need for the .SAV
extension. It'll do the rest. Then load your game back up, and... kill!
Babbleonia: There may be a few problems with this cheat:
1. All inventories may go to nothing after you finish each "mission", getting
the neutron bomb parts. Simply save it again, drop to DOS, run the cheat
as you did before, PROBABLY. If the file size changes (should be 61KB),
_don't_ run the cheat, and if you do make a backup.
2. The cheat hacks the inventory available; Thus, you'll have 200 bombers, but
you won't know how to produce anymore until you go into R&D and have your
scientists research them. Do this for all of the inventory before you run
out!
3. No neutron bombs included. I didn't want to risk screwing up the game for
when you get the parts to finish each mission. If you want, insert a line
somewhere before the "w" and "q" lines in the "Debug.dat" file, just:
"e 807 c8". It'll give you 200 of 'em.
4. Your computer can't find "Debug". Check your path and your original DOS
disks, and put it somewhere were the computer _can_ find it.
While there are 4 problems, they really shouldn't matter, at least for the
first mission.
Christmas suggestions: Music-Stevie Ray Vaughn's "Texas Flood"-very "clean"
blues.
Robin Trower's Bridge of Sighs-Very, "deep, dark", bluesy, but also
wild guitar. Where Hendrix would have been a few years later.
Books: The entire "Life In Hell" series (Matt Groening) for anyone 8-18.
"Catch-22" (Joseph Heller) MASH was based on this, but never came close to
being nearly as hilarious.
Computer software: Why buy it? :)
Greets: Contra-Please check your feedback, I'd _greatly_ appreciate the favor.
Rescue Raider-Going to keep trying...
Network-Free food, free phone at Dorian's place? Visit more often. :)
Patch-Will try to get in touch with you, see if you need anything...
The Weasel-Forget the Game Grid, there's a local FLT dist. site near
you, The Wooden Boxcar. Thanks for all the help-the best
commented source I've seen is all from viruses, though!
And, of course, where would we be without the traditionally lyrics...
[I just wish I could understand 'em all-left out several lines and fully 1/3
of the song!]
Conquistador
Conquistador, your stallion stands
in need of company.
Like some angel's head and brow,
you reek of purity.
I see your armored-plated breast
has long since lost its sheen.
And in your gut must fess
there are no signs which can be seen.
Although I hoped for something to find
I could see no place to unwind.
Conquistador, there is no time -
I must pay my respects.
As the boom begins to fall,
I see there is no holding on.
Although you can't win,
head held so high,
You did not conquer,
only die!
-- Procol Harum