About This File
The wound from that demon scrape is killing you!! You try
to look around at the scenery to divert your attention for
a bit. All around you is barren wasteland. There is some-
thing that catches your attention, however. To your right
is an old Macintosh Classic, the UAC's general-purpose
torture device which also, ironically, doubles as a poor
excuse for an abacus... er, computer. It was invented in
the late twentieth century, but the Apple corporation that
made it apparently couldn't stand up to the competition of
the other superpowerful PC companies, so their technology
never progressed. AAACH! Suddenly, an Imp comes out of the
shadows, roaring its Satanic battle-cry as it sees you.
Thinking quickly, you let out a blast from your shotgun,
but because of your terrible aim, the shell hits the old
Mac. The thing rattles, the screen cracks, and the damn
thing EXPLODES into a ball of red fire with a distant
system beep in the background, killing the Imp!! Holy
shit! Maybe these things CAN be useful...!
