Let's Write An Amiga Story...

[A4000_Mad]

Once upon a time there was an Amigan who .....

[ChaosLord]

ran into an Atari ST user

[Pentad]

and they started a grand adventure together

[AmigaNG]

the end :lol:
(sorry cound'nt resist)

[mpiva]

the end

of Commodore was not going to stop this Amigan from gaving a good time. :biglaugh:

[x56h34]

and then, suddenly it happened.

[Kesa]

and then, suddenly it happened.

The Morphos began. All the happy little motorolinians grew wings and flew away to Amyland...  :angel:

[Franko]

but something was very wrong in Amigaland, one day the nasty squat little Medhi Ali who was in charge of the Amigaland treasury (well petty cash tin anyway) buggered off to the Bahamas with the loot and was never seen or heard of again.

Oh gosh cried all the inhabitants of AmigaLand what are we going to do now... :eek:

[amigean]

Do not lose faith my brethren, said he who knew all that was good in Amigaland.

[runequester]

Luckily mister 500 still had a few Turrican suits lying around from that party back in 89

[Damion]

But alas, they were too badly rusted to be of any use. Only the armor-plated codpieces survived intact,

[Plaz]

Mr. 500 gazed with satisfaction at his study's wall now papered with valueless Commodore stock (thanks to Ali) and thought fondlly of that demo party in 89. Suddenly he was struck with an idea.  "I should get a second job so I can afford a new X1000 when they hit. Now what job would that be....."


Plaz

[cicero790]

This seem distant now, said the Amigan to the sinister inspector from Wei&Jin corp special information retrieval. He put down the cigarette and opened up the Shell window in the 3d holographic representation of the first prototype. The low frequent waves from a distant energy source hummed and interference patterns formed in the glass of liquid that stood next to the ashtray.

-We know what Mr. M hid in the sequence.

- Do my face look bothered? It probably did, sweat was dripping in his eyes and muscles contracted involuntary on the left side of his face.

-As I said..

The rooms height could not be determined by the columns that dissipated into the darkness above but it gave a Gothic impression to the cold chamber. Let´s recap the Amigan thought and got surprised by the dual meaning that thought had, not to say the hard irony it implicated. It was almost laughable now. Recap.

.....There is an easy way and a less easy way for all good things to progress. The cigarette glow temporary reflected in the eyes as the inspector inhaled. The sharp feature in his face gave an unforgiving aura in the dim light.

Two days earlier the ebay shipment had arrive. The worn out Amiga1000 had not responded to any resuscitation  attempts. Recap, ahh d#mn. The attention moved toward the ornamented diskette box. It looked new and very old. He open the box. It sounded like some kind of seal broke. Strange. One disk. Disappointment was slowly replaced by erie puzzlement. It was grey with no text and marked with the paw print of an animal.
On impulse he inserted it into the disk drive uncertain of why. The hair on his neck rose when the computer flickered to life and......

[ChaosLord]

I nominate cicero970 to just writhe the whole story for us.  It sounds so intriguing!  I can't wait to find out what happens next!!  Does he really possess the mythological magical disk of Mitch?  The legendary ancient American demigod, Jay Miner ,was rumored to have produced 3 such disks on Earth, centuries ago,  circa 1985, but nobody had ever actually found one.  I mean, it was just a fairy tale, right?  Or WAS it?!  Does he have one?  And wtf does it do?!

[cicero790]

Sorry for destroying the fun. Manual in behavior needed.