Advanced engine needed : Zdoom (LATEST VERSION)
Primary purpose : Single play
Title : Impossible: A New Reality
Filename : IMPOSS.WAD
Release date : 10/20/06
Author : JK
Email Address : firstname.lastname@example.org
Other Files By Author : Holy Hell (currently v. 1.1)
Misc. Author Info : _0_ _0_
| I am respnsible |
| for the death of |
The Story So Far : Turns out you were brainwahsed by your boss,
Mr. Oxford. That cocksucker. Normally, you're used to
lounging in your hotel room at 2 a.m. abusing Vicodin
and jerking off while watching C-SPAN. But Mr. Oxford
had other things in mind. You see, Mr. Oxford's parents
both molested him when he was little. So naturally,
perversion was in his blood. That's why he's been
calling you in during the wee hours to file papers that
he threw on the floor. It was so he could go by your
house and bang your wife, who's blind and couldn't
figure out it wasn't you.
Tonight on the other hand, he calls you in to scrub
stains off his office floor with shampoo and a toothbrush.
But in his haste to stick it to your little lady, he
forgot to fill you in on your daily brainwashing routine--
a series of "corporate training videos". So naturally, you
follow him out as he leaves, and you track him to your
house. You've been wondering why it smelled like your boss
every time you went down on your wife. Now you know.
Time for some payback.
You've delivered packages to Mr. Oxford's house before, so
it takes you no time at all to drive recklessly over there.
Mrs. Oxford answers the door (after you've kicked it open)
brandishing a wimpy looking pistol. You tell her you're
delivering a special package for her husband. But she
decides she wants your package all to herself. She drops
the gun and is all over you, like pastrami on rye.
The two of you get drunk on cranberry schnapps and fornicate
like a couple of rabid hyenas. You decide you won't need to
pistol fuck her after all.
It's about that time Mr. Oxford shows up. You tell him he
must have forgotten something, and you let him have it right
between the eyes with his wife's gun. God, that gun even
sounds wimpy. Like a kid popping a paper bag. Now
Mrs. Oxford is so smashed right now she has no idea what's
going on. Which suits you just fine. After finishing your
session with her, you look around for a shovel and a big
bucket of lye. All you can muster up is the shovel and a
fifty round clip for your gun.
You drag your boss next door to the local Indian burial
ground (conveniently situated by a radioactive waste
compound) and dig up a grave while drinking your schnapps.
A wilted Indian woman corpse awaits Mr. Oxford's company.
Now maybe it's the schnapps talking, but that's a cute little
Indian woman. You know, for a corpse, she's fucking hot.
So you have your way with her/it for a while until the stench
of body rot gets to you. You carefully position your boss
next to her. And after unloading your gun into his spine,
you manage to fit his head up his own ass. You piss on them
both and bid your adieu. For good measure, you dig up the
chief in the adjacent grave and piss on him too.
A job well done. Until you realize that weird echoing tribal
chanting noise is coming from the other graves. Must be some
radioactive Indian zombies.
You rush drunkenly back into the house and dress into your
boss's green Hazmat suit. You shove in the fifty round clip
and put on a pair of tan gloves. You stick some brass knuckles
in your pocket just in case. These feather-wearing bastards
are going to get schooled. Well, maybe if there weren't
seventy of them waiting for you outside the door. Before you
can get a shot off, they grab you with their gnarled, bony
hands and hoist you over to a black, bottomless pit.
Sure, they could have given you fair warning and let you go.
But boy, once they threw you in, you thought you'd be falling
forever. But we won't know because your pansy ass blacked out
somewhere along the way.
When you wake up (with a bad hangover), you find yourself in
an otherworldly place. Like something out of that Hexen game
or something. Only weirder. The putrid aroma of rotting meat
fills the air. This place just smells evil. You stand up in
your heavy Hazmat suit, and you hold out your wimpy pistol
like you're aiming at something but there isn't anything
there. You hear bells and then some sort of music plays.
You can't figure out where it's coming from, but it just
loops over and over again. Now what?
Description : Don't trust your instincts.
Don't trust your sense of reality.
This fall, there are more than three dimensions.
Additional Credits to : Crista Forest, aka "CD Warrior" for the cfmanson textures,
the Malice Team and Raven software for the Hexen textures,
submerge for the N5VTX textures, Kim Malde for the sky,
the estate of M.C. Escher for the title graphics,
Saiyapimp and Tim Fewell for the music, and
the fine folks at www.zdoom.org.
* What is included *
New levels : MAP01
Sounds : No
Music : Yes
Graphics : Yes
Dehacked/BEX Patch : Nope
Demos : Not included
Other : This txt file!!!1
Other files required : None
* Play Information *
Game : Doom 2
Map # : MAP01
Single Player : Posilutely
Cooperative 2-4 Player : Supported but not tested
Deathmatch 2-4 Player : No way
Other game styles : Do wutcha like
Difficulty Settings : Yes
* Construction *
Base : New from scratch
Build Time : More hours than I want to count... My legs hurt.
Editor(s) used : Doombuilder 1.3, XWE
Known Bugs : Not anymore!
May Not Run With... : Any version of Zdoom prior to 2.1.0, and anything not
* Copyright / Permissions *
You MAY distribute this file, provided you include this text file, with
no modifications. You may distribute this file in any electronic
format (BBS, Diskette, CD, etc) as long as you include this file
intact. I have received permission from the original authors of any
modified or included content in this file to allow further distribution.
* Where to get the file that this text file describes *
ftp://archives.3dgamers.com/pub/idgames/ and mirrors