From uschwarz@NOSPAM.nwn.de Sun Feb 14 16:07:43 1999 Path: news.eunet.fi!EU.net!cpk-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!news.gtei.net!newspeer.monmouth.com!news.ruhrgebiet.individual.net!news.nordwest.net!not-for-mail From: uschwarz@NOSPAM.nwn.de (Ulrich M. Schwarz ) Newsgroups: rec.games.roguelike.nethack Subject: [RGRNCA] Re: Stacraft 1.04 Date: Sun, 14 Feb 1999 08:41:26 GMT Organization: /please note NOSPAM in reply address/ Lines: 51 Message-ID: <36c68b88.537715@134.106.252.134> References: <7a4361$so5$1@front1.grolier.fr> Reply-To: uschwarz@NOSPAM.nwn.de NNTP-Posting-Host: ip071.nordwest.net X-Trace: news.nordwest.net 918981569 11076 134.106.224.71 (14 Feb 1999 08:39:29 GMT) X-Complaints-To: postmaster@nwn.de NNTP-Posting-Date: 14 Feb 1999 08:39:29 GMT X-Newsreader: Forte Free Agent 1.1/16.230 (foreword: I've got 'im! I've got 'im! I had this idea sitting in my head for a week or two and I couldn't lay my hands on a d00d to write it...hope you like it) :In a cafe, somewhere digital. A young man is sitting in a corner reading a newspaper. Burts of jazz come from the corner. :Suddenly, a stranger enters. The eyes of everybody in the cafe turn on him as he babbles: >Who have this crack ?? > > 'Tsk tsk tsk...come over, my friend and sit down. You'll learn something today.' The stranger seems to be rather reluctant. 'If you want to, you could go outside, but I'd guess you'd rather stay and have a cup of... coffee with me' :Bursts of an assault rifle can be heard outside. The stranger hurries over in the corner and sits down.: 'Mr. Jashper, a mug of espresso forte for our friend here, if you'd be so kind.' :The waiter hurries off and returns seconds later with a large filled mug. Inside the mug are: a black liquid --more-- a spoon that doesn't touch the sides of the mug --more-- :The stranger looks at the mug, and, encouraged by a nod, takes a sip. Just as his face distorts with the strong taste, the young man tilts the mug, sending the semi-liquid contents down the stranger's throat. (Luckily for the stranger, the spoon has already dissolved) 'Let me take you on a trip, Hugo...' :The strangers eyes seem to be fixed on a point far far away... (cut. We are inside what looks like an enourmous human vein. Below, we see an enourmous amount of cells. the stranger and the young man are strolling along the cells) 'What you see here is a representation of the computer industry. There are cells' (indicates) 'that produce software - they're called programmers.' :indicates stream of red blood vessels 'These are called customers. They come from up there' (indicates) 'and provide the programmers with the things they need: money, feedback, respect.' 'Now take a look at those cells' (indicates a mass of evil-looking cells that is spreading slowly and blocking off the blood vessels from the other cells) 'These are crakker and war3z d00dz. They try to cut off the programmers from all they need. Mean, isn't it...luckily, there's also helper cells, like...like...like the one standing right behind you.' :the stranger turns around to see a large cell that looks remotely canine: 'Oh well, I hoped you'd learn...I'm sure you'll find out the rest of the deal yourself.' :snips his fingers as the stranger is dissolved by the cell: (cut. we are back in the cafe.) :the young man returns to his newspaper: 'Valiant helper cells indeed...Mr Jashper - the bill, please!' Signed UlMi No official RGRNCA tag - you don't have to wear a badge to be a good citizen... ----- Ulrich M. Schwarz - uschwarz nwn de