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Dragon by Core Image

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."How did you get so big, how did you get so strong, how did you get so hard,  .
.                                                    how did you get so wrong?".
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.                                 Dragon                                       .
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.                   - an aboriginal Core Image production                      .
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."You had them all on your                                                     .
. side, didn't you! You had to covet what was mine, didn't you! DIDN'T YOU!"   .
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  Things you'll need to run Dragon:

    A 386 computer (486/66 recommended for it to run in every frame)
    At least 450kb memory (620kb base and 32M XMS recommemded)
    VGA-card and a monitor (8M 64-bit VLB/PCI rec:d wt. 17" ADI 4GT)
    Keyboard (Keytronics 102AT/E recommended)
    Gravis Ultrasound (tm) (optional, but STRONGLY(??) recommended)

  You just type 'DRAGON' and press <ENTER>, after which the intro will begin.
  One single <ESC> will send you spiraling down to your OS. And remember, oh
  traveller, EMM and such things suck, they slow you down... but they do not
  affect Dragon otherwise, so feel free to use them! Ignore the shitload of
  bugs, will you? If the intro crashes on your shitty computer, pay your
  friend a visit.

  Credits of this intro:

    Code Programming ....................... Demilich and Primarch
    GFX Drawing ............................ Wisp
    Chiptune Composing ..................... Breeze
    Design Designing ....................... Core Image

  Coding credits in detail:

    Glenz'Whip'-thingy ..................... Demilich
    Plasma Tube ............................ Demilich
    'Luola' ................................ Demilich
    IFS .................................... Primarch
    Vectors ................................ Primarch & Demilich
    Plasmas ................................ Demilich
    Player ................................. Robban/Cascada
    Heavy modifications to the player ...... Primarch
    Unification ............................ Primarch & Demilich

  For greetings, take a look in the COREIMG.NFO-file.

  In Herning, Denmark, 29.12.1994. Signed, Breeze / Capacala & Core Image

                "And remember: Don't Try This At Home" 
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³  You are standing in a graveyard. The  moment of  the Last  Doom begins. The ³
³ graves are opened.  Shadows are abound. Earth is trembling.  The church near ³
³ the graveyard quakes with fear. Shadows concentrate on the church.  Not more ³
³ than one  of the two pointers  on the church clock remains.  It is no longer ³
³ pointing out the time, than eternity.                                        ³
³  A noble figure filled with pain descends onto the altar from the height. He ³
³ is Christ himself. He brings with him the message of eternity.  The shadows, ³
³ the dead, cry out to him: "Christ! Is there no God?"                         ³
³ He replies: "There is nobody."                                               ³
³ He continues:  "I went through worlds,  I rose up to the suns  and flew with ³
³ galaxies through the frontiers of space, but there is no God. I descended as ³
³ low as is possible for one to cast his shadow, and I shouted: "Father! Where ³
³ are you?"  But all I heard, was the eternal storm, which is controlled by no ³
³ one, and the magnificent rainbow of characters hung above the void without a ³
³ sun which was the source of it, and it dripped into the abyss.  As I went on ³
³ searching the  Divine Eye in the trackless space,  I found only a bottomless ³
³ eye pit staring at me. Shout, ye guttural voices, shout asunder the shadows, ³
³ for there is no God."                                                        ³
³  The dead children  are awakened.  They swarm into the church and before the ³
³ altar crying:"Jesus, do we not have a father?" He replies, with tears in his ³
³ face:"We are all orphans, me and you. We have no father."                    ³
³  Harsh voices fill everything.  The universe with all its shadows dissipates ³
³ into a night forever. Suns go out like mining lights and galaxies like veins ³
³ of silver. Nothing more exists.                                              ³
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