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.( This is a re-creation of a file that was written by Jennifer Murphy,
.( SysOp (or "SysCat" as she prefers to be called) of Kitty City BBS in
.( Lucasville, Ohio at (614) 259-5822.
.( The door created by this file permits users to add their own chapters
.( to a continuing story. Sort of like an electronic soap-opera. It
.( has been a very popular door on Jennifer's system.
.( Since it permits user input, a fair amount of editing may be required
.( if it proves to be a popular door on your system.
.(
.{+
.CF15
.CB6!
[ --------------------------------- Cat Tails ----------------------------- ]
.CB0!
.CF11
The never-ending adventures of Tom, the Alley Cat.
.CF15
[ MAIN MENU ]
.CF14
A) Start from where Tom is yanked into an alternate universe.
B) Start from where Tom is neck-deep in Jello.
E)xtend the adventure! (add to the story)
Q)uit and return to BBS menu.
.CF15
Your choice?
.[ABCDEFGHQ]
.( Note that more than the listed options are permitted. These are for
.( future file markers as the users add to the story.
.@Q
.{-
.>Q
.@E
.UT
.CR
.".SB
.CR
.CF7
Thanks for your input, hope you left Tom in one piece!
.>Q
.@A
Suddenly everything turned inside-out. Tom felt like something twisted
inside him. Staggering for a moment, he thought "Hey! What happened?
Where am I?" Looking around, he saw some strange things, yet they were
still familiar. "Something's changed...drastically..." he thought.
A voice boomed out in the darkness "Welcome, Tom."
"Oh great! I'm dead again, right?" Tom asked.
"Not quite...you've been cloned and are being put on a new BBS."
"Not Scratch N Post?" Tom meowed sadly.
"It's sort of like you've been transported into an alternate universe...
I guess you could say...."
.SB
"So what's going on? Are you God?" querried Tom.
"Next closest thing...I'm the SysOp, Tom. I hold the ultimate power
over you...the power to change your destiny with the tap of a single key."
"A SINGLE KEY?" Tom said unbeleivingly...
"Ever hear of macros?" the voice shot back.
"Oh, yeah...So what am I doing here?"
"I'm installing on a new door that lets me write my own doors however
I like. I needed you for my...uh...experiments."
The SysOp then emitted an evil sounding laugh.
.SB
"So what happens now to my story on Scratch N Post?" asked Tom.
"Don't worry about that, Tom. You're a clone. The ORIGINAL Tom is
still wandering around at Scratch N Post looking for a donor in a
rather delicate sex-change operation. The story there should continue
without interruption."
The SysOp paused for a moment to let the gravity of the situation
sink into the little cat's brain.
"Now...get to work!" he shouted harshly.
.SB
.@B
Tom blinked his eyes and he was suddenly neck-deep in a sea of lime Jello.
"FIRE!" meowed Tom, (knowing that if he cried "Jello!" no one would come to
save him) as he started swimming through the goop towards the distant shore.
.SB
As Tom reaches the shore, he sees two dozen guppies with cellular phones.
Gasping for breath and dripping gooey green globs of Jello, Tom exclaimed
"Take me to your leader!"
The guppies looked puzzled for a moment, then the closest one to Tom
whispered in his ear.
"Uh, he isn't here right now...would you agree to lead us?"
.SB
"Uh ... me lead you?" Tom asked.
"Yes, we are yuppie guppies and haven't had a case in weeks."
"What are you doing here on this, uh, beach?" Tom asked still not
comprehending the story.
"We were created to help give you something to do and to excite bored
users." The said with a hint of boredom.
"Users?"
"Yes, see that guy over there?" They both pointed to a large window
hanging in the sky.
"Yeah, what about it?"
.SB
"That's a User. He does pretty much anything he wants to. Pretty soon
he'll get bored and log-off. They stop by here all the time. A constant
stream. Hardly time for us to do anything worthwhile. We're always
doing something THEY want us to do."
"Really?" Tom said, now getting bored himself.
"Oh yes." The replied. "Actually, this is the second time we've ever
appeared here. Right, Benjy mouse?" the blue guppy asked the other
green one.
"Mouse??" Tom Asked, "But you're guppies!"
"Well, ask him!" Benjy mouse pointed back to the window in the sky.
.SB
Getting more bored by the second, Tom remembered that it had been days
since his last meal...and here he stood talking to two dozen blue-plate
specials.
.SB
Time passes...
.SB
Spitting out the last cellular phone like a cherry pit, Tom burped loudly.
"Braaaaaaapppppp!!!!!!!!!!!! Whew! Wow. Those were good! Sorta tasted
like 9-Lives Tuna Suprise with Cheese Bits."
Tom turned around to take a look at his new home...
.SB