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CryWolf [128byte] by Reservoir Gods [web]

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                                   CRY WOLF

                          A 128 Byte Wolf-3D Engine

                         Programmed by ReservoirGods

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Morten Harket picked thoughtlessly at his bowl of Rice Krispies.
The early morning sunlight streamed in through a skylight, bathing his
television set in a  pool  of  reflected  light.  This  made watching "The Big
Breakfast" a more difficult and annoying task than normal.

"try not to worry now" he consoled himself.

The hedgehog-faced singer rose awkwardly from the breakfast table and made his
way out onto the balcony. He grimaced  at the brightness of early morning. The
blue sky grinned back at him.

Wiping the sleep from his eyes he headed for the bathroom and a spray of water
to fully resuscitate his  senses.  The  borders  between  the waking hours and
slumber had become blurred over  recent  months.  Sometimes he seemed to dream
himself alive. His chronic insomnia had led to daytime hallucinations.

"try not to worry now" he mumbled at himself in the bathroom mirror.

His eyes patrolled the perimeter of  the  sink  in  a desperate search for his
toothbrush. The implement was proving elusive  today. A frantic search through
the cupboards revealed no  trace.  The  washing  baskets  were rummaged, boxes
scoured and rugs overturned. He hunted high and low but to no avail. Where was
the damn thing?

"try not to worry now" he intoned, plucking an apple from the larder and using
this as a replacement for usual dental care.

His mind drifted back to  the  mid  eighties  and  his  days  as pin-up in the
seminal Scandinavia synth-pop trio,  A-ha.  He  remembered  the adulation, the
platinum record sales, the appearances on Top of The Pops. Hell he even got to
meet The Hairy  Cornflake  himself,  radio  1  disc  jockey  Dave  Lee Travis.
Evaluating everything, he came to the conclusion that this was the pinnacle of
his career. It may have been a brief 20 minutes in a grey studio in Shepherd's
Bush, but he was in touching distance of a living legend.

Another highlight was opening the Arbroath to Aberdeen section of the Scottish
railway system. He had  been  asked  personally  to  do  this  be a signal box
operator from Montrose whose 13 year old daughter had seen a picture of him in
"Look-In!" magazine.  His  train  of  thought  was  disturbed  by  a  loud and
disturbing crash from the front door.

"try not to worry  now"  he  muttered  scampering  towards  the  source of the
commotion.

Standing in  the  doorframe  stood  an  80s  coiffured  leather-jacket-wearing
Scandinavia. In his hand was a broken door-handle.

"Do I know you?" asked Morten.
"Oh yes, for sure! I am the keyboard player from A-Ha who nobody remembers the
name of!"
"Of course! How stupid of me! Do come in, erm, what was your name?"
"Hell! Even I can't remember my own name now! I am so anonymous!"

Morten coughed awkwardly. This was turning out to be a rather strange day.

The nameless keyboard player strolled into the dining room.

"Mmm! Rice Krispies! Very good, no?  I  was  always wondering how those little
elves do all the flying around. Do  they  have drugs in their cereal? Or maybe
they live on a planet where the gravity is not so strong."

"...i've never really though about it..." mumbled Morten.

"Which do you like best? Snap? Crackle? Or Pop?"

"...erm..."

"Well you should say Pop! of course! Do you  not see the funny of the joke? Ha
ha ha ha!"

With this the keyboard player threw his  head back and scattered the room with
a ricochet of laughter. Morten's cat "Harcat" quivered behind the sofa.

"Very, erm, amusing. So why did you come round?"
"I am wondering, Morten, if you are having a light bulb today."
"A light bulb?"
"You know, one of those oval thing  that illuminates rooms. Very useful in the
night time I think."
"Yes, I do know what a light bulb is." Morten growled.
"Then why did you ask?"
"I didn't! You asked for  one!"  At  this  point  Morten  was beginning to get
exasperated "Look, I've had a really bad  day  and its not yet even 9 o'clock.
What with the  big  breakfast  and  toothbrushes  and  apples  and  trains and
crashes. Not to mention the hairy cornflake!"
"Morten, I am not knowing what  you  are  talking  about.  I am just wanting a
light bulb to keep warm."
"To keep warm?"
"Yes! While you are living off  all  the  old A-Ha money mountains and selling
photos of your elbows to Hello!  magazine  we  have been forgotten. We have no
money. Even Look-In! do not print  pictures  of  us any more. We cannot afford
heating. We have just enough  money  to  run  one  light  bulb which we huddle
around for some warmth and comfort. But it  has now blown so I am wondering if
you have a spare one?"
"No."
"Oh well goodbye then. But we may return  and burn your house down. Because we
are not liking you any more."

Morten quickly escorted his former band  member  to  the door. He was not best
pleased to learn  that  his  house  had  now  become  a  potential  target for
disgruntled Scandanavian synth twiddlers.

"try not to worry now." this had become his mantra for the day.

Seeing the coast was now clear, the  cat had emerged from behind the furniture
and was now sitting on the kitchen  table lapping up the remainder of Morten's
bowl of rice krispies.

This was the least of his problems at the moment.

Grabbing a his toolkit from the work-surface, Morten moved into the larder. He
slipped his screwdriver between two flagstones  and begin prising one open. He
slid the stone away to  reveal  a  dark  hole.  Slipping a flashlight from his
pocket he turned on the low beam and descended into the darkness.

For the first time that day, Morten  was  happy.  For in this secret cellar he
keep a collection of material that  was  very  close  to his heart. It was the
worlds biggest collection of such matter. He  hoped  to one day own the entire
world stock of this product.


"no need to  worry  now"  he  sighed  contently,  looking  around  him  at the
mountainous stock of light bulbs.


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Put your machine into 320x240xTrueColour mode.

( 40col . Interlace=Off / Double Line=On . True Colour )

CryWolf works on both RGB and VGA monitors.

To quit, press that big black switch on the back of your Falcon.


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