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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CRY.WOLF
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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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CRY.WOLF
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