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| name | publisher(developer) | year arrow_downward | description | |
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| Alien 8 | Ultimate Play The Game | 1985 | THE PLANET Long long ago...in a distant galaxy, on a distant dying planet, the last of the guardians prepare their starship for its final journey. All of the libraries, records and knowledge have been stored aboard the vessel, along with the very best of their cryogenically preserved race. The planet's final end draws near as the last, most vital piece of equipment is loaded aboard, activated, and the hatchways closed. The ULTIMATE evolution ALIEN8 cybot whirrs into an artificial cybernetic rush of intelligence. All hatchways are sealed, as the starship prepares for its long uniterrupted journey into the inky void of space. THE JOURNEY Aeons pass and still the ALIEN 8 unit is functioning perfectly, gliding swiftly and silently around on multi-sealed-thermotion bearings in waxolight shrouds. The very pinnacle of robotic development from a now long dead planet, on its immense task of keeping the cryogenically immersed cryonaughts activated by preserving and maintaining their life support systems and waiting... The long journey is near completion as the central computer alerts you to the nearing of the pre-destined solar system. The dust of aeons lies heavy on the ageing data banks of the central computing core, tired from centuries of repetitive computing and re-computing, at last the final sequential landing operations. The craft begins its final slowing sequence several hundred light years from the destined planet and as, almost immediately the starship slows to sub-hyper warp speeds, is open to attack. All the starship main defence systems have remained unactivated, as the reverse polarity negative-ion thrusters battle and strain to halt the enormous bulk of the ship. The main computer reports Alien penetration in almost all areas of the ship and all life support systems have become damaged and deactivated. All cryogenic systems must be reactivated before auto-phase thrusting systems manoeuvre the ship into its semi-cycle planetary orbit, at 0 light years from the planet. Your programming insists that you complete the mission and restore all cryogenic life support systems to operation.***The followup to Knightlore. | labelimagesubject |
| Knight Lore | Ultimate Play The Game | 1985 | THE WEREWULF My journey`s end is near; as the last few ebbs of daylight dance fleetingly in the cooling twilight, and then suddenly dart off to chase the red sinking sun. Behind me I feel night`s dark icy fingers slither up long looming shadows, hiding behind large mounds and boulders, watching my every move... silently waiting... For days I have journeyed from the realms of the junglewulf to "KNIGHT LORE" castle to seek the old dying wizard and ask for his help to free me from this deathly curse... For countless nights I have slept chained to tress to keep my deathly curse at bay, but now I am here... My footsteps echo around the damp mossy walls of the large chamber, as I enter through the open main gateway, colossal doors judder open in an untouched groaning symphony, beckoning me forward on my quest. I sense the old wizard`s gaze playing upon me, encapsulated within the labyrinth of traps and tests, to keep out all but the most persistent of unwanted guests who seek an audience with the great wizard MELKHIOR. Suddenly a cool blue mist starts to ebb forth from the cracks in the ancient stone-work. As it does so it begins to take form and become a powerful swimming swirling vortex of energy. Over all the noise can be heard the chanting and singing of long forgotten tunes, all sung in a blur of forgetfulness. THE MIST TUNES THE WIZARD`S OLDER NOW THAN ALL HIS HELP YOU SEEK WITHIN THIS WALL FOR FORTY DAYS YOUR QUEST MAY LAST LOCATE THE POTION, MAKE IT FAST THIS HIDEOUS SPELL UPON YOUR SOUL TO LOSE ITS HOLD MUST BE YOUR GOAL BEWARE, THE TRAPS FROM HERE BEGIN THE CAULDRON TELLS WHAT MUST GO IN TO BREAK THE CURSE AND MAKE THE SPELL TO SAVE YOURSELF AND MAKE YOU WELL. The mist suddenly ceases its action and dissipates as quickly as it came. I drop to the floor and with full knowledge of the old wizard I begin my quest. Dimly lit tortches light the massive stone walls, their tired flickering flames never seeming to penetrate the inky darkness for more than a few feet... crystaline Merkyls, hideous Hobgoblins, stand frozen on huge monoliths, glittering in the cool trembling moonlight. Encapsulated by the old wizard long ago, they await their fate in an un-ending task of defence, silent and stoney. This is to be their last everlasting fate as guardians of KNIGHTLORE castle, until the ultimate death of the old sorcerer... The moon has risen quickly and in the fulless of its cool blue light, I become a Werewulf... My fate is now all too clear, I have but forty days and forty nights to find the old wizard and seek his help and magical instruction, before my tourmented soul becomes forever a werewulf.*** [4] | labelimagesubject |
| Nightshade | Ultimate Play The Game | 1985 | labelimageminimize |
