Tuesday, November 6, 2001 [by:SpaceBass]

Sword of Justice
Copyright (c)2001 BunnySoft, Ltd.

Welcome to the Sword of Justice!

Please begin your game by choosing one of the following options:

1) New Game
2) Resume Saved Game
Q) Quit

>1

Starting new game of Sword of Justice!

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Loading complete. Type '?' or 'help' at any time for hints.

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It is a dark and stormy night. The drone of the airplane's engines has lulled you into a waking trance. You try not to concentrate on the action to come, though it's hard to deny your tension. You remind yourself that you are well-trained and that you have the benefit of support by the best intelligence in the world and the newest military technology and personnel. The pitch of the engines increases, and you realize you are nearing the drop zone.

You are in an airplane, surrounded by fellow soldiers.

>look soldiers

These are your comrades-in-arms, with whom you have trained for months and years for this moment. Serve your country well!

You are in an airplane, surrounded by fellow soldiers.

>inventory

You are wearing combat fatigues and a parachute. You are carrying an M-16 carbine, 4 ammo clips, a canteen (full), a ration, a first-aid kit, and your orders. Your M-16 is not loaded.

>check equipment

You go over your supplies, weapons, instructions, and most importantly your parachute. Everything seems to be in order.

>load gun

You snap a magazine into your M-16 with a satisfying clack. You visualize dirty terrorists screaming at the fearsome onslaught you are about to bring.

The red jump light buzzes as it illuminates the cargo area. The airplane comes alive with activity as the sergeant blows the door and starts herding your fellows out, cussing each one out as he passes through the portal. Your eyes tear up with love as he shoves you out the door, calling you a filthy gutter-ape.

You are in the air, the ground rushing toward you at a rapid clip. You snap on your night goggles to see parachutes drifting through the dark below you.

>look ground

The ground is rapidly approaching. You can just make out the details of your target, a building complex surrounded by scorched, blasted earth and smoking vehicles.

You are in the air, the ground rushing toward you at quite a clip. You pass your fellow soldiers who have their parachutes open already.

>open parachute

I can't open that.

You are in the air, the ground very close now. You feel your pants growing heavy with excrement.

>help

You should probably open your parachute before you die.

You are in the air, the ground very, very close now. You say a silent prayer to make peace with your God, which is not to be confused with the false god of these heathens below you that are about to feel your hurtling wrath.

>pull ripcord

Your parachute opens, jerking you hard in your harness as it catches the air to slow your descent. You feel your bladder let go as you notice how close the ground really is. Your comm unit is buzzing with fellow soldiers insulting your intelligence.

You are in the air, about to land.

>curse soldiers

You annoy your fellow soldiers with your whining.

You reach the ground, tucking and rolling as you land. You quickly gather in your parachute and stuff it under a rock. You survey the landing zone as your fellow soldiers join you on the ground. When everyone has landed, they form into squads but nobody picks you, just like in gym class. Your lieutenant orders you to recon the buildings.

You are standing on the ground, fellow soldiers and commanding officer looking at you expectantly. The building complex is to the east.

>east

As you head toward the buildings, your buddy Jose yells, "Wait up!" He joins you with a wink and says, "You can't do anything without my help." You thank him, thinking, "Fuck you, asshole."

You and Jose arrive at the building complex just as all hell breaks loose. You hear an explosion behind you and turn around in time to see the rest of your company blown to smithereens by a mortar shell. Jose screams like a girl, throws down his rifle, and runs off into the desert, stripping off his clothes and strewing them over the sand behind him.

You are near the building complex. Chunks of sizzling flesh are raining down around you. You see a severed finger that is wearing a diamond ring land next to your foot. You recognize it as having been previously attached to your lieutenant.

>get ring

You slip the ring into your pocket and toss the finger aside, where it lands next to a smoldering eyeball.

You are near the building complex. Chunks of sizzling flesh are raining down around you. Mortar shells are blasting the area, spitting shrapnel and rocks through the air like stray bullets.

>hide

I don't know how to do that.

You are near the building complex. Chunks of sizzling flesh are raining down around you. Mortar shells are blasting the area, spitting shrapnel and rocks through the air like stray bullets. You begin wondering if Army intelligence is as good as you had thought.

>look buildings

The buildings are dark and seem to be without power.

You are near the building complex. Fewer chunks of sizzling flesh are raining down now. Mortar shells are still blasting the area, spitting shrapnel and rocks through the air like stray bullets. You start to consider kissing your ass goodbye.

>help

Perhaps you should get started on your mission.

You are near the building complex. The raining chunks of sizzling flesh seem to have subsided. You hear small arms fire in the distance, getting closer; the terrorists are coming.

>use canteen

You drink some water. Ahh, that's refreshing!

You are near the building complex. The raining chunks of sizzling flesh seem to have subsided. You hear small arms fire in the distance, getting closer; the terrorists are coming for you.

>kiss ass goodbye

I'm sorry, I don't understand 'assgoodbye'.

You are near the building complex. The raining chunks of sizzling flesh seem to have subsided. You hear small arms fire in the distance, getting closer; the terrorists are coming to disembowel you.

>quit

Are you sure you want to quit Sword of Justice (Y/N)?

>Y

Game ended. You have scored 3 out of a possible 1,069.

Would you like to play again (Y/N)?

>fuck off

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