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- [ The 'Land ] [ By Hollywood ]
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- -----> The 'Land <------
- (by Hollywood, (c) 1994)
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- The atmosphere inside the tiny cockpit was fetid, oil and slime glistening
- vitriolically on the walls, as the operative leant feverishly over the
- glowing screens. Co-ordinates, occurrences, near-misses, disasters, flashed
- in front of the screen in front of him like so many fireflies buzzing around
- a marsh-embedded corpse. He looked away in disgust and wiped the sweat from
- his shaven head. His time would come soon, inside this putrid dome. He could
- survive, but was survival really worth it, if it was as this? Endless
- readouts flashed ethereally across the monitors, showing the casualties of
- the folly, screaming deaths endlessly replayed from a multitude of
- unemotional camera angles.
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- The operative shifted uneasily in his seat and checked his exterior camera.
- All he could see was the blackness of Doomsday, his Doomsday. He flicked off
- the display and put his head in his hands, shielding his eyes from the glare
- of the screens. The enemy was getting closer, he must be. The final reckoning
- might be painful, but at least it would be swift. He had heard stories, long
- ago, of those who had challenged the enemy and won, pushing them into limbo,
- running them over in their transport. Running them over? The operative smiled
- wryly and wondered just who had designed the damned transport. It all seemed
- so inefficient.. why not use a good pulse gun or a tracked attack vehicle,
- instead of this quadrupedal scrapheap which could only eradicate anything in
- its way? It was the rules of the game, it seemed. Perhaps it stopped a
- greater conflict to allow only prearranged enemies to meet in battle at
- prearranged times, but he longed for the element of surprise. He could do
- little, only walk around and try to catch his enemy unaware. How could he
- win? He shrugged at the nonsense of it all, the sheer futility, and flicked
- away a blob of grease that had landed disconcerting on his shoulder.
-
- ..suddenly, the monitor screens flashed urgently, and the operative tensed.
- He would be coming out of the blackness soon, perhaps any moment, and he must
- be ready to do something unexpected, most of all. He knew that people before
- him had tried to over-ride the controls, and had failed, but, if he could
- only get to the central control panel... As he tore at the steel supports
- holding the electronics, the operative became aware of a countdown on one of
- the chittering monitors.. 5.. 4.. 3.. 2.. 1.. viciously, his sense were
- assailed with primary colours as the cockpit monitors exploded in light,
- echoing the view from the external camera. The angles of scenery seemed so
- grotesque, so simple, yet, so twisted. Who had invented this unearthly
- battleground? He tore with renewed force at the control panels, as he saw,
- little more than tens of yards away, the enemy, the myth, the reality, the
- bedtime story now animated. The vacant, bright, supremely evil grin on the
- face of the foe stared at him through the multitude of monitors. The
- operative screamed, long and piercing, and wrenched a final time at the
- control panels, finally sending something askew. The transport gave a
- shuddering jerk and climbed high in the air, jumping desperately over the
- enemy, bouncing off primary-coloured pipes and finally, sickeningly, catching
- the edge of one and plunging down, faster and faster, until the operative`s
- scream was little more than a whisper in the infinite nothingness.
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- But, above him, high above, on a cloud over the whole of this grotesque land,
- hung a sign, neon-blazing and unmissable in its undeserved glory, a depraved
- monument to the infinitesimal dead..
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- ..it read, simply: marioland (tm)..
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- Jon reset his Nintendo and turned to his big brother..
- "Hey, did you see that turtle? I tried to stamp on him and he jumped
- right over me and fell down the hole.. They can`t do that... can they?"
- His brother smiled, and said nothing. Jon was only a kid.. what was he to
- know about war, suffering, and death?
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