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Rabbits. A Patch for Super Foul Egg.
Written by Owain Cole,
Sat 16th March 1996
A production for Visions of the Impossible, 1996.
BlackBox.
The salvage team picked slowley over the remains of the freighter. It was a
complete mess. The freighter appeared to have been hit by a large meterorite
which had punctured the hull. The air would have drained quickly. The crew
were dead, their bodies strewn on the floor in their cabin. There were
strange lines on the floor, looked like scratches. Perhaps where metal
objects had scraped, perhaps not. After several hours of trying to find out
what exactly happened, the BlackBox was recovered from the computer core. The
team withdrew to their craft and linked it up to the viewer...
They came from nowhere.
Out of the black of space, a fleet of strange dark alien ships surrounded the
lonely freighter. Ships bristling with dark, alien technology. Ships filled
with dark, alien Aliens. All with their dark, alien weapons, trained on the
not quite so dark, and not particularaly alien, freighter.
The landing was swift and deadly. A massive claw reached out from one of the
larger ships, piercing the outer hull of the freighter. Precious air billowed
out around the claw carrying with it flecks of rubbish which sparkled and
flickered in the light from a distant sun. With the air draining fast, the
crew in their semi commatosed state of computer playing didn't manage to make
it to the escape capsule in time. One by one, they were overcome by lack of
oxygen and sank slowly into the darkness of the next life.
Flashes of light.
A strange yellow creature (carrying a large (dark, alien) gun, slung
menacingly round its shoulders) materialised amidst a crackling of blue
electric light. It raised its sun glasses and snarled big, (dark, alien,)
teath. The area was quickly secured and the rest of the bording party was
allowed to take the slightly less energy wasting journey to the breach by
walking down the inside of the claw.
There was a small trumpet fanfare played through a cheep, (dark, alien,)
loudspeaker which had been hastly bolted to one of the bulkheads.
Unfortunatly, since all of the air had been drained from the ship, no-one
heard it. The important-looking (dark, alien) Alien which had followed the
boarding party down the 'claw' looked puzzeled and then pushed its paw into
one of its massive ears and wiggled it around a bit trying to see why it
couldn't hear the fanfare.
The other yellow Aliens waited with a determined look on their faces.
Admittedly, they did look like big yellow rabbits and they did look kina
cute, but nun the less... The important looking rabbit barked it's orders.
"Wjook Neepy Ploink"
(Unfortunatly, I don't speak rabbit and so I cannot give you a direct
translation). And in anycase, none of the rabbits heard it, but since they
were all brillient lip readers... The Rabbits scurried off, in search of new
technology: dark, alien technology. After a while, the bodies of the crew
were found. It was perhaps unfortunate that at the time of their death, the
crew had been playing Super Foul Egg.
An hour later, the important looking rabbit was starting to get a little
annoyed. None of her scouts had come back yet. She set off towards the nearby
cabbin door, which was partly ajar and through which she could see flashes of
light and the occasional fuz of a rabbit looking, she thought in horror, as
though it were ENJOYING ITSELF!
The viewport flickered with static.
Abord the largest of the dark alien vessels. The high head rabbit wore the
same worried look that he had perfected a long time ago. The council had
decided that the reason that the boarding party hadn't reported back must
have been due to some sort of accident, and that they weren't really prepared
to go in to find out. An accident. Probabley with some sort of sharp objects.
Like scissors. Or an Axe. He shuddered. He didn't like sharp objects.
As though they were never there.
The dark fleet turned and pulled away from the freighter, and slowly made
its way toward the outer edge of the cosmos. Many rabbits would be mourned,
but theirs was a job which only the brave could do. Their names would be
remembered for ever.
-=O=-
Super Foul Egg is an Acorn game written by Owain Cole for Visions of the
Impossible. If you contact me, then I may be able to give you a copy unless I
have released it not as PD. For information, please contact me at the below
address. Send a stamp if you wish me to reply and a disc if you wish a copy
of the game.
Owain Cole (VOTI)
Shieling,
Fleet Lane,
Twyning,
Glos.
England
GL20 6DG
tel: 01684 294325