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Below
is the introduction to the game as scripted by Pat Mills:
YOU are the most evil man in the World:
TORQUEMADA, Grand Master of Termight - Earth thousands of years
in the future. You have been captured by your greatest enemy - NEMESIS
THE WARLOCK, leader of the aliens you have sworn to exterminate.
Held in a stasis beam, powerless to
resist, Nemesis reads from a vast list of your crimes: Aliens on
a thousand planets put to death by your Terminators... Humans imprisoned
and tortured because they tried to help them... Entire species exterminated
because they were 'different' to human beings...
"Because they were Deviants,"
you interrupt, "and there can be only one sentence for Deviation...
DEATH!"
"As you sentenced the following,"
continues Nemesis, completing the list of your victims.
"Wait!" you cry. "You
missed some out." You reel off more planets whose inhabitants
ended up in your vapourisation vats... Solar systems 'cleansed'
with deadly radiation... Alien leaders executed after they begged
you to forget the past and make peace...
"You know my motto: NEVER forget!
NEVER forgive! NEVER for fun! I personally cut off their slimey
heads!" you proclaim proudly.
"You're a sick bigot! An evil
fascist!" snarls Nemesis.
"What?" you retort. "How
DARE you call me a bigot and a fascist? I've put up with your insults
and abuse - but this time you go TOO FAR!
"I AM THE SUPREME BIGOT! I AM
THE ULTIMATE FASCIST!
"Thanks to my bigotry, my hatred,
I united the Human Race against the rest of the Galaxy! For the
first time in Earth's history, humans no longer kill each other
if they're a different colour, creed, or political belief...
"Because now we've really got
something to hate...something to fear...something to KILL! Out there
- in space - are creatures who are really different...really weird...
A universe full of 'em!"
You rant on until Nemesis gives you
a hoof in the face.
"That's right," you sneer.
"Kick a human when he can't fight back - that's what I'd expect
from an alien! Come on - do your worst! I'm not afraid of a Deviant!"
Nemesis grins down at you. "Yes,
I know that. And I realise there's nothing you'd enjoy more than
for me to kill or torture you - to justify your evil doctrine, and
become a martyr to the Human Race.
"So I have prepared something
a little more...subtle. MY GARDEN OF ALIEN DELIGHTS!"
You look around at the strange creatures
of this nightmare World and mutter, "Oh, foul and unspeakable
are the ways of the Deviants. Loathsome their looks..."
The Warlock chuckles, "And you'll
have to ask THEIR help to escape. The only way out of the Garden
is by BEING KIND TO ALIENS. That is your punishment, Torquemada!"
"To dally with the Deviant? Have
truck with the Extra-Terrestrial? Give succour to the Succubus?
NEVER!" you scream.
"But it's your only chance. And
it still won't be easy - because some of them will LIE, and others
will try to kill you.
"You must decide which aliens
to fight...which ones to befriend... It will be a real test of your
famous cunning.
"And if you fail, it will mean
I - a mere Alien - am smarter! That will be the ultimate humiliation!
"Of course, if you're too scared
to even try...?" Nemesis pauses and leers down at you.
"Well...are you?"
Text copyright 2003 Rebellion.
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