A long wet sloppy kiss to our friends and playmates in COMPLEX, OoPS, LEMON., MIRAGE, ANDROMEDA, STATIC BYTES, SLIM PROD, SKANDAL, ABSOLUTE!, KEFRENS, PYGMY PROJECTS, DENS and everyone who has ever had the pleasure of building a sand castle on the beach. #+©93
It's true you just enter the end of another fine Sanity production. Let's start this long scroller with the full credits: maincode by TRON maingfx by HAVOK music by JESTER SpirouChild by Christine (.ed girlfriend of Jester) Raytraceanim. by Sire For the Pencil-Blenk i get some help from Thyroxin of Arena (.ed Arena is a Atari Falcon group) For joining write to: Cougar Christian Reismueller Lindauerstr. 53 87435 Kempten germany Swapper should try to write to the following Exumer Thomas Kopfmueller Koenigsbergerstr. 45 87439 Kempten Germany or Trasher Oliver Plink Im Kirchen. 6 89155 Erbach 2 Germany or for little own prod. swapping ya can also write to me (TRON) Bastian Zuehlke zum Eichenkuller 7 27412 Tarmstedt germany coder, musician and graphician prefered. Now it's time to welcome our new members since our last production. Moby, Ra and Mc Deal To make all things clear it's time for the full member list. (A-Z order) Chaos Cougar Cruiser D!ddle Exumer Havok Jester Mc Deal Microforce Moby Mr. Pet Ra Trasher Tron This scroller was also created by Trasher Decca Sire Bailey so it's comming many greetings and info's. My personaly greetings going to: Damion of Platin Hi Jens always nice phone calls. But stop smoking! Tronix Hi Peja, hope ya will start again swapping MCM of ex.Complex I wish the best for your future as student. And hope you will doing fine music. Argon of Complex Hi, Niko hope you will have again some brain busting coding ideas. Hope there will be again mainzelmaennchen meeting. see ya Crash of Complex Hi, Marco the same for you. And dont't forget to send me preview of your next demo. TMB Design of Spaceballs Hi Tore, our swapping is not the fastest and best but who cares, hope to see ya at party III. also realy important greetings going to: Decca and Sire Bailey Sebastian Jung Torsten Glander Michael Wintjen Twice and to freaks which work i like and respect. Dweezil Slammer Tek Dr. Skull Dr. Jekyl Mr. Hyde Tsunami Zeque Hannibal Laxity Tai Pan Facet J.a.d.e Titan Rack Julius S.L.L. 4Mat Nuke Sorry to all who i haven't written back. You will of course get an answer. and now i give the keys over to the dustbin (trasher is waiting...) yoohooooo freaks!! little trashy wants to say some bullshit messys to his contacts, so let's start... at first i want to send a special hello to all sanity members (chaos, tron, ra, moby, cougar, microforce, pet, havok, exumer, cruiser, diddle, jester) and now to the other freaks in the scene... rocket of virtual (now only on modem ?) mac of stellar (always nice intros from your group, keep on with this) steroid of jetset (very long delays between your answers, come on man!) kr.33 of lemon. (still alive ardy ?) marley of infect (one of the laziest coder i know ...hehe...) mic dair of complex (come on and write again some lines, what's up with the nice porno mags?) tsm of trsi (nice that you organized trsi again, i'm looking forward for the trackmo) tronix of logic (hope you don't want to stop with the scene, it's hard to lost a old friend!!) lowkick of wizzcat (still in wizzcat or now in a better group ?) nightmare of elicma (is your new song for the cd finished?) dalmak of stellar (the same like in the text from mac, keep on with your nice intros, for me stellar it's the best intro group) powerswap of essence (ha, now organizer of the germans no.2 !! waer haette das gedacht stefan!!) dascon of essence (your sounds are each year better and better.. all the best my friend and good luck with the future productions of your group) astro of movement (sorry for my longer delay but you know the problems... time is a word which i don't know) model of sonic (come on toni, write again some lines for me your last answer was some months ago!!) lex of orient (what will be the next release from your group) castor of logic (howdy man!! hast frueher auch oefter geschrieben aber okay, ich weiss das es gerade nicht so viel zum verschicken gibt...) killraven of dcs (na du alter modem fanatiker!!) kingpin of spaceballs (i'm waiting for a answer with a longer letter from you, or do you've too much work with r.a.w. come on old friend!!) playboy of static bytes (do you have stopped swapping or what?? i know that you're working very hard for a magazine in denmark, but is that really the reason for no answer?!) hyde of complex (yes, i know that you've longer delays but a delay with a half year is too much, or what do you think about this?!) rackler of absolute (schade dass du mit der scene aufgehoert hast darueber gesprochen hast du ja schon sehr oft, aber dass es dir damit so ernst war wusste ich erst an dem tag, als du mir deinen abschieds brief geschickt hast naja, war eine tolle zeit und deshalb wuensche ich dir ebenfalls alles gute fuer die zukunft) nsa of desire (i'm waiting for the new chip chop hope this time with a new design...) exciter of dcs (hey ingo, wie stehts denn derzeit in dcs?? die sounddisc hat mir echt prima gefallen hab's dem Timm gleich mal persoenlich sagen muessen...) slam of essence (na du alter oberswapper, bist ja voll zum eliteswapper aufgestiegen ueberall sieht man anzeigen von dir usw. wie schaffst du es nur so viel kontakte zu behalten mir reicht die zeit so schon hinten und vorne nicht ganz abgesehen von den kosten fuer die stamps tja, die post wird an uns noch einmal reich werden!!) cons of panic (hey man, zu schade das mit dem trackmo das teil wird wohl niemals fertig werden dabei hoert sich der sound doch nur genial an!!) zinko of kefrens (thanx man for always nice stuff and the letters hope we stay a very long time in contact) slash of silents (i'm still waiting for a answer man!!) sch.schmoov of melon design (oh god, what a name sebastian!!) split of balance (nice mag i only can say, send soon!) darky of scoopex (still alive or what the hell is wrong with you) twist of stone arts (also a very cool mag, hope the future issues are so nice, too) jackpot of equinox (still in these group?) mike of dcs (i'm still waiting for the release you told me in you last card) ali of interactive (hoffe bei euch geht jetzt wieder alles normale wege...) reserve of scoppex (the same like with darky of scoopex what's wrong??) breeze of equinox (very cool sounds, but you write nor very often come on man!!) colorbird of illusion (your mag is okay, perhaps only the routines must be a little bit better for the future but keep on with the mag) tedric of silents (lange nichts mehr von dir gehoert program mierst du immer noch so viel an dem spiel fuer rainbow arts? naja, lass mal wieder von dir hoeren) nick of spaceballs (yooo man, i'm still waiting for the trackmo, write soon!!) chaos of desire (na wie gefaellt es dir so in deiner neuen crew) bad karma of balance (very long delays !!) mr.king of analog (also falls du es vergessen haben solltest, du bist mir schreiben dran!!) skindiver of abyss (oh man, mit euch abyss leuten kann man mit abstand am meisten scheisse labern. soll keine beleidigung sein) moxy of lemon. (i'm still waiting for the big release which you want to send!!) can of sceptic (was geht ab man?! habe seit monaten nichts mehr von dir gehoert) duke of abyss (habe mir nun doch ein mainzelmaennchen zugelegt, irgend jemand muss ja meine stamps ablecken!!) chris of iris (i'm waiting for the next issue of your eifel. all the best with them) abstract of nuance (was macht das painten bin schon auf euer eneuen releases gesapnnt das letzte war ja schon mal nicht schlecht, auch wenns nicht gleich die charts gestuermt hat) conquest of mirage (still alive ???) mental of absolute (come on and send a answer man!!) ravedown of vicious (i'm waiting since some months for a answer!!) growl of orient (since you're in orient you don't write back) coma of chrome (are the exams now over) equalizer of chrome (who are the long letters you talk about last time) pinhead of legend (is there coming something new from your group,i'm still waiting) mr.keel of nova (very nice productions from your team, keep on with this and you are in france the no.1!!) eksec of infect (na wie sieht's aus haben sie dir immer noch keine neue autobahn gebaut?) frenchy of nuance (inzwischen wieder auf dem normalen musikstil zurueckgekommen, oder immer noch auf dem abartigen weg??) professor of nuance (na, inzwischen rausbekommen wie man plasma programmiert? falls nicht kann ich dich troesten, ich habe auch keinen schimmer) the cool of mad elks (i'm waiting for a new cool production from you...) wotw of essence (wann bringst du eigentlich dein neuen soundpack raus? hoffe du schickst ihn rechtzeitig zum spreaden!!) d-sign of essence (tja, ich glaube ich habe mich in dir getaeuscht scheinst doch nicht so der grosse kontaktfreudige zu sein) trash head of suspect (still waiting for a answer !!) zany of virtual dreams (hey tero, hope you're not angrey about my delay last time write soon pal!!) jules of virtual dreams (well, sorry for the delay last time too!! next time i will be faster -- be sure!!) airwalk of kefrens (hope you can send me a new prod from your crew soon... sorry for last delay, but i had to wait for our newest production -- hope you understand... all the best pal) mc68000 of masque (na frank, wie steht's mal wieder mit einer antwort?! ich weiss ja das du viel am coden bist, aber so alle paar monate waere eine antwort nicht schlecht, oder?!) stanley of illusion (howdy man, what's going on in polen?) crazy maze of panic (hey markus, gibt's dich noch?) cloud of desire (well, thanx for calling last time...) skyline of arise (the 40k trackmo with drinks was not bad, keep on with these bigger prods!!) mic of principes (tja, fuer die sounddisk druecke ich mal beide daumen!!) cero of majic12 (what's wrong man, write or die...) the fly of mad elks (well, technological death was good i like two of the effects very much hope there are comming more prods like this one) scottie of wizzcat (jetzt nur noch auf dem modem?? schade drum...) john peel of angels (oh man, still there or now in a other crew??) meta of movement (hey man, i still waiting since some months for a answer come on old pal. you know it, meta and trashy rules the world!!) xentec of logic (na wie laeufts mit den garfiken, hoffe du hast inzwischen verstaerkung in sachen gfx bekommen) virus of zenith (sorry, but i think the post lost my letter for you) adder of x-trade (what's going on in your group? is there comming something new or what?) andy of nuance (and a again a packer without stuff, hahaha..) the master of silents (wow, you're a real scene guy in each area present ...code...gfx...sound...swap... cool man!!) flame of trsi (better a slow answer than no answer!!) pace of infect (hope we've a good swaptime!!) gamma of jetset (can you give me your full addy -- thanx!!) cybersonik of alcatraz (yooooo, nice to have one of my oldest friends back. why you study now in begium??) fashion of static bytes (hoffe du kannst mir die charts schneller schicken als der playboy, der wird immer langsamer und langsamer hat er inzwischen aufgehoert?) zinkfloid of TRSI (bin schon mal auf das neue design von suicide gespannt!!) ben of absolute (oh boy, the post needs a very long time for your letter.... too bad) chromag of dcs (na timm, da habe ich anscheinend die ehre der erste swapper zu sein der dir laengere briefe schreibt... einer muss ja mal anfangen!!) archie of absolute (very nice sledge hammer last time keep on with this and you will be one of the best mags in the scene!!) okay, that's all form me for today to all i've forgotten i want to say a big sorry perhaps next time pals... and now i give the keys over to Navigator et Caesar are back! That means, the Genius and the Swappa would like to treat you with thousands of lines of scrolltext with no reason. First we would like to thank Tron, who asked us for this special feature. It is a great honour for us to write something into a scroller of a holy Sanity-production. Cool! OK, now I, Sire, want to tell you watchers something about my little bird. The real purpose of that sweet yellow thing was the appearance as main actor in a planned bigger raytracing-animation on video, let's say: a video-demo. So I created the bird with Reflections 2.0 and made some preview calculations. One pretty day, Tron saw these pictures on an Mainzelmaennchen-meeting hold at Decca's place. He considered, that he still needs a raytray-anim for that boggledop demo and asked me about a cyclic one. Okay, my first thought was: Should I do this exhausting job for SUCH a lame unknown group...? But after Tron made some gifts for me, like e.g. that nice car and the residence in the south of France and so on... And after he kneed in front of me and begged so sweetly... Then I decided to do this social act for him. Gosh, he was so sad, and hot tears of hope flew over his humble face. Yes. That's the pure truth. It took much of my expensive time, and I agreed, although I planned to work on another video-demo at the moment. Actually this project filled out my head. Maybe you can see it yet on The Party III. Hopefully. Well - that's enough now of my personal secrets... I want to give you an imagination of the present situation which I am in right now: I sit in front of my Amiga, listening to some hiphop music, not Rage, Nirvana or Pearl Jam, my actual favourite groups. And behind me there sits Decca, also Supplexer and also living in the Veltheimstrasse in the east side of Hamburg. He just finished reading in an Yps-Gimmick-book called 'Was war wann das erste mal?', in english 'What where when for the first time?'. Interesting! For example, the first potatoe-chips: produced by the kitchen chief of the 'Moon Lake House'- hotel in Saratoga Springs/New York, in the year 1853. His name was George Crum, he was an indian and was assigned to create an addition that is thinner than the usual french baked-potatoe-slices. From the very first day, it was a big success. Our main meal - chips by Funnyfrisch or Chio - an innovation 140 years old! Or another curious thing: The first toilets. Installed by the poet John Harrington in 1589 at his house near Bath/GB. Or the first stamps, they appeared 1653 in Paris, at the same time as the first mailboxes did (not BBS, you idiots, for paperletters). Both were introduced by Francois de Velayer. But their lifetimes weren't long: The french couriers saw a danger for their jobs in the mailboxes and put mice in them, and they ate the letters. Yes... That's history. And as we reached the topic 'MAIL', Decca is the expert for this: (Decca on keys) Yep, I think that's quite right, and it's time to talk about this theme. The story with the mice opened my eyes. The letters they ate were symbols of the courier's hate. (hehe, nice mice). The story is true. For the last four weeks I was in a big lack of letters and so of hot stuff. Fuck, I guess the dudes from the local post-office are also putting mice into the boxes. But luckily some cool sendings reached me yesterday. Huhh, I was happy because I had written many letters but could not send them away because of the missing stuff. Ahh, stuff. It wasn't so hot at all. But quite nice. Some packs and some trackmos. Ok, thanx to my contax who supported me in the hard days of these cold autumn. Ohh fuck, I forgot to buy some stamps, but surely my mum will have some, so let's took them away, hehe. INTEL SUXX, because the only use of a PC (Prude Catholic) is to write letters with WORKS. Windows also suxx because it always runs in two frames at least. Workbench 3.0 HD rules! Yeah, I can't forget my beloved A1200 it's so awesome great, but it's a pity that so much coders are only producing absolute adressed demos. So I always have to load the nice OldForce by my friend Argon of Complex to emulate A500 memory. But hopefully this thing will change in the near future. Ok, I think that's enough about the life of a swapper. Stay cool and keep on sending Greets from DECCA to all his friends. Stay tuned! Greets to SIRE from all his friends. Stay crazy! ...Igitt! When Decca wrote about the Intel stuff, he vomits over my poor A500 and then, when he told about his A1200 and WB3.0, he got an orgasm and ejaculated over the kotze on the computer. Now I made everything clean again and am able to continue this interminable end-scroller. In the background my taperecorder plays 'Sweet Child O'Mine' and that reminds me of a thrilling tale I'd like to tell you now: ONCE upon a time... There was a little girl called Sally. She was the daughter of a poor family, her father was a woodcutter and she had seven sisters. Even though she was with a big difference the beautiest one. Her hair was of the lightest blond, very long and tied to plaits. In her eyes lay the impression of deep innocence. So normally she was not called 'Sally', but: 'BITCH'. Although she was so pretty and she wore that strange nickname, her job in the family was not the thing YOU certainly think of. Her assigment was to carve wooden shoes of what the father brought home. One day, when the king's son came into that certain age, where the interest in girls grows, the news went around, that the prince wants to marry and seeks for the prettiest maiden in the whole kingdom. So the royal knights rode out into all the winds to find the future's princess. One of these knights also came to the village where Bitch lived and stopped his horse on the market to proclaim the message by a papern scroll wearing the royal seal. Among the many listeners there also was the father of Bitch, and promptly as he heard about the king's quest, he ran home as fast as his stale bones carried him to tell it to his wife. 'Wife! Listen what I just heard of', he began. 'The son of the king is going to marry and he searches for the most beautiful young maiden in the country. If our Bitch could be that! Our sorrows would finally come to an end.' With a glance of hope in her eyes, the wife turned around and went over to the room where Bitch carved. When she entranced, Bitch saw up from her hard work and looked into the face of her mother. 'Child', she replied to that look, 'what do you think about being a princess?' 'Oh, it would be quite fine, I guess', Bitch answered. Then her mother told her about the quest the king did for his son and about the knight her father saw. Bitch clapped happily her hands when she heard, that her parents wanted to send her to the king as a possible bride. As the woodcutter was a right man, he first wanted to await his daughter's decision, before telling the knight about Bitch. When he knew about Bitch's words, he no longer hesitated and ran back to the market to meet again the royal knight. But when he arrived, the knight wasn't there, he had ridden forth yet, to proceed with his mission. What an unluck, the woodcutter thought. But he was not encouraged at all. When he came back home, he explained his family, that Bitch has to travel after the knight to reach the king's castle finally. He would go with her to protect her from all the dangers of such a journey. Of course all the sisters were envious of Bitch's fate, but as she was the oldest and loveliest daughter, they didn't only think about complaining. Also the journey to the castle would take much effort, so they were not very disappointed not to be with her or even instead of her. In the cracking dawn of the next day yet, Bitch and her father said farewell to their family and went against the rising sun. Quickly they reached the forest, which still was cool and dark on this morning. They passed the place where the father always cut the trees. A last memory of home, until they will come back soon, and for Bitch possibly the very last one. Then they went farer and farer, and the day went on too. After several miles Bitch heard a strange, bumping sound beside her. When she looked around, she saw her father stumbled over an oak's root standing out the mossed soil. With a face distorted by immense pain he held his shin. 'Oh father, are you hurt?' Bitch asked with an anxious voice. 'Aaargh... I... I guess not, but...', he moaned, 'anymway, I have to continue our way.' Bitch sustained her father to help him standing up, but in the same moment he tried to suppress crying of the pain in his leg. 'You can't walk!' said Bitch. She looked down to father's shin. 'I guess it's broken', she remarked. Her father seemed to be sad and angry of that in the same time. 'What shall we do now?' he asks himself loudly. Bitch looked in his eyes. 'Dad, I sustain you, and we try to reach the next farmhouse, there they can care for your leg.' 'And you?' The father lifted his head up slowly. What should happen to Bitch, she had to arrive as fast as possible at castle. 'I walk alone.' In the face of the old woodcutter there were struggling two emotions against one another. Could he take that responsibility? He looked down to the soil again. 'Don't worry', Bitch said. 'I can care for myself'. One hour later they came to a farm and asked for help, and they got help. The farmer and his wife were very cute people and took immediately care of the father's broken leg. Bitch didn't last long there, she just participates one meal and then thanked and said good bye. Then she left. So now she was walking on her own. Again miles and miles, following the path that should direct her to the king's castle. In the late evening when the light began to dim again, she heard a silent cracking behind the bushes of the deep forest. When it came for the second time and much louder, nearer, she turned her head, but she saw nothing special. Slowly she started to become afraid. If only father could be here now! Then the noise was directly at the border of the path, and a big, bad WOLF stepped out of the bushes! Bitch made a sudden screamy cry by that big shock and nearly fell backwards. 'Ha', the wolf said, 'you little sweet thing! What are you doing so late in the forest? And alone? Ain't that dangerous?' Bitch couldn't say anything but to make a whistling sound by her throat. 'Oh, the little girl is scared...! What a pity. What for? There is no need in being afraid of me, really.' The wolf went closer. 'What a pretty young lady you are... This lovely pair of eyes, this wonderful rich hair... You are a real beauty!' He raises his left paw to touch Bitch's skin. 'This soft skin... Unbelievable. I've never seen such a beautiful human girl... What's your name, my dear child?' 'Bitch!' 'What a well fitting name for such a lovely person. I knew it. The only thing that disturbs the utter perfection...' He lay his hand on her shoulder. '...the only little thing remaining, is...' 'Is... what?' Bitch asks silently '...is your dress. If you were undressed, all of the beautiness would be visible! Please! Please do it for me!' The paw on her shoulder began to open the knobs of her blouse. She made on more step backwards and the wolf followed her. 'Let me see your nice two tits, let me touch your soft waist and navel, and then...' TO BE CONTINUED... Alright, let's continue this focken scrolltext, hopefully it will last for ever, so let's type some more shit down the lines! Hm, let's continue the stunning report: 'Swappers day' Starring: DECCA of SUPPLEX! My week is often very uninteresting, but the weekend strikes it all. On friday evening I normally write lettersand watch TV, sometimes (if writing letters is too boring) I visit SIRE - the artist He lives only five houses away, so it's a nice possiblity to hide from the letters. On saturday I sleep very long and then I get up very slowly. The day is mostly filled out with swapping. That means writing letters while listening to modules. Yep, I have about 12 MB of tunes on my HD. Only PowerPlayer makes it possible! In the afternoon I often watch the telly or demos (ELYSIUM is very cool). On sunday I try to go to the church (don't laugh, what else should I do on sunday morning, you damned unbeliever!!!) but don't panic, the last month I failed very often. After the church (or not) I often copying the damned disks to send them away. Then I print out the letters. At this point I will send out a big thanx to my fast: NEC PINWRITER P2200 Nice that you are working so hard and continuosly for me, I am really pleased about this fact, no shit! You will get a new ink-ribbon soon! After all this crap, I put all the stuff in the already adressed envelopes. It's sunday evening and I am nearly finished with the sendings. The last thing I do, is to add a stamp on every envelope and then bring them to the box at the next streetcorner. Ok, after this sort of weekend I am quite exhausted and so I go to bed very early. On monday I have to work again, so my body and my mind should be relaxed, because electronic is very complex (Hi Thyroxin). Now you see that the swapper job is not easier than a coder's or artist's job, as always stated in mags or by lame and arrogant guys (no INJURIES mentioned) If you always write letters and read books (by Tom Clancy, Ken Follet or the great Clive Cussler), then you are developing a awesome feeling for poetry. Now you can read such a poetry. Now here! Live on your screen and in full color - read it or die! THE TWO AXES Bad and small they are Assigned to go ahead Colums or long lines Kind of direct strength Too correct to break out Obvious to the diagonals Try to stop their way Horizontal to the sky Edges are crosspoints Banned to the dimensions Right and left they go Inches or even meters Crossing never for ever Kissing the far horizon Symmetry is their fate (c) by DECCA in 1993 Hey guys! Still reading this scroller? If yes, you should get pen and paper immediately, because I will tell you now, were you can find the hidden parts of several demos. You now ask yourself why I am telling you those facts here in this scroller? The answer is simple. At first I wanted to release this shit in a diskmag, but I thought that it will be too easy for lamers. So I placed it here in this very long scroller, so that only the strong ones will survive for that hot informations, hehe. And now, read it and try it! BRONTOPIA by ADEPT, At the end of the endscroller press both mouse-butttons for ca. 15 seconds. EQUIPOSE by COMPLEX, Press jostick-button after decrunching. INTERFERENCE by SANITY, Press joystick-button and both mouse-buttons during the landscape picture by Havok. ANNOUNCE by LEMON., During the Creditspage type in 'LEMSHIP'. RINK A DINK by LEMON., Press left mouse-button while loading. G.D. II by KEFRENS, Boot the second disk and press left mouse-button. FRUSTRATION by OBLIVION, Press left mouse-button while decrunching. CUBE-O-MATIC by SP-AI, Type in 'POWER' to get into the user-mode. PLANE by FUNKY BUDDHAS, Press left mouse-button while booting. D.D. by KEFRENS, Boot the second disk and press joystick-button and both mouse-buttons. HOW TO SKIN A CAT by MELON DEZIGN, At the end wait about 2 minutes. ZYCLONIUM by PARASITE, During the endscroller hold down the following keys 'B O N U S' or ' F U C K '. PURE STYLE by ARISE, Press left mouse-button while booting. SUBTLE SHADES by NUANCE, Press both mouse-buttons while booting and release them after the LOADING-logo. Ok, guys that's it! Now try to find the hidden parts in this great demo. You will truely have some fun. Hm, now some bytes for all the primitives out there, do you want to hear an anti-female joke? Here is it, bad as always, but still cool: Why do women have four lips? Simple, two to tell shit and two to make it undo! Ok, forget the last lines too, it was a bad and chauvinistic joke, how could I write that! But back to the main reason of this scroller, Last month I visited one of my friends: Tron of Sanity, he showed me his newest previews of this demo and told me that he want to add a very long endscroller. He further asked me, if I would like to write a bit of this scroller. It was not a hard question. I said that it is a honour for me to do it. During this visit we listened also to very cool music R A G E A G A I N S T T H E M A C H I N E ...and to show you that I am also a cultural guy I will give you the chance to read one of their songs. I like it! KILLING IN THE NAME OF ...it's true, the text in this tune is so brutal and bad and critical that it is censored. After a closer look in the cover-book you will recognize that the text is very hard censored, because it's damnly excluded. Fuck it Huhu! Here is SIRE again. To the songtext: Another possibility is, that the song was finished too late, to add the text in the CD-booklet. Who knows... I just think - the text is not so VERY brutal. The only reason to censor it, is the 4-letter-word FUCK in the line 'Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me!'. But in America that is enough. O K A Y ! Another subject. As everybody in the scene knows, Decca and me are well reflecting people (reflecting in the meaning of thinking and discussing about nowaday's public subjects) and so we want to talk about a topic that concerns the whole human being, and so also YOU. We beg you therefore to keep on reading this scroller, because of the importance of this discussion. Decca and Sire want to talk about the question: SHOULD EARTH'S MANKIND EMIGRATE TO MARS? The NASA, America's famous institution for space research, thinks of a colonization of the red planet. After 20 years by today, the NASA plans to begin with the first step into a new future for the humans. In 2014 they are going to start the first manned spacecraft with destination Mars. What a thought! Then in 2030 they want to build the first station on Mars. In the following roundabout 150 years the atmosphere should be changed to one similar to the earth's one. That means that in the meantime 2 millions humans living on the Mars will be able to breathe without oxygen masks or such technical help. The temperature will have changed from the present -60 degree Celsius to the more friendly 0 degree by using the well known glasshouse-effect. The surface will be covered by tundra-like vegetation and seas, not with saltwater but mineral water. The biggest noticeable difference to ol' mother earth will be the gravitation which is only a third of the earth's one. The way the NASA plans this project seems to promise us a new paradise. The Mars-people will be able to live there in full independence of the earth. The Promised Land of the future or an unrealistic dream? Let's follow the discussion between Sire and Decca. SIRE: No. I'm of the opinion that we shouldn't spend SO much money in such unsafe projects. We have the most important and urgent problems right here on our home planet. DECCA: I don't think, that 300 billion US-Dollars are much money, if you consider, that the citizens of the USA spend the double amount of money in pizza in the same time. S: It's not my fault that the Americans feast so many pizzas. D: But I think it's necessary to hold an alternative to our overcrowded and polluted earth. S: Okay, I can understand you in this point, but consider: The risk is too big! I talk about the risk, that the whole mission will be unexpected proved to be impossible. We know so few about the Mars up to now, and the NASA yet fantasizes about huge civilized towns and fresh air on this planet. D: Hey man! Remember, that we landed on the moon 25 years ago without any problems. And today every month there is a new satellite or shuttle shot into the orbit. I don't think, the risk is SO big. S: I think you forgot that the trip to the moon was not as so very easy as you try to describe it just now. And: tell me, what great advantages do we have by this 'eagle has landed'- stuff...? I guess the main reason for the USA to send humans to the moon was to prove the strenth and power of the nation in comparison to the Soviets. A silly, childish race. For billions and billions of dollars. D: The moon project was really a 'big step for the mankind' and I don't think that we should stop now. Without this 'childish race' the big technical progress would not have been. All the stuff like computers, worldwide TV networks and modern communication wouldn't exist today. I think, we have the technical knowledge to break trough to new dimensions. S: I confess that the spacecraft research had its advantages. But what really new environments should a journey to Mars instead of to the moon bring? No no, I still think we should solve our present problems HERE on the earth. Planning of another place for the humans only supports the behaviour 'Oh, don't care about this world. We still have got a spare world!' D: Oh no! Forget the 'spare world'-shit, I think that it's time for a new era of human history... S: A new era! Why? What an important point. A new era. That explains all. D: Pessimistic Fucker! You should be glad, that you can take part of this great chance, which is offering... S: Ridiculous. 'Great chance'! The chance to live on a fucking cold planet with no right air and nothing but red dunes and lanscapes like that 'Vista Pro'-Data- disk. Then I prefer eating thousands of nice pizzas here on earth! D: HA! You want to die on this suffering planet, instead of discovering a new paradise? S: What paradise? A paradise where the weather is worse than in Hamburg? Do you actually listening to me? Then it's cheaper when we all go to Sibiria. That's the same 'cool' paradise. But you can even breathe without anything. D: You fool! Is your brain still working? So you want to bite the dust in the atomic test area of the soviets!? S: Better dying on earth than on such a shitty chocolate-snack! D: Only because of ignorant people like you avoiding real progress, the human being runs into its disaster! S: Ahhh, if YOU want to go to Mars, okay, do it, I don't hold you back. Do it! I'll be glad when you're away! D: Okay! Let yourself getting poisoned by the drinkwater and the dirty air, drown in the melted polecaps, get squeezed between the collapsing, growing world population, get burnt by the omnipresent hole in the ozonelayer and blasted by the nuclear inferno. But don't creep kneeling to my feet afterwards and complain! S: Ha! Got ya! Who is the pessimistic fucker now? Don't think, that the Mars is better! What do you know about this silly red lump? D: More than you shithead! S: Aahh, suck my dick you stupid little green marsman! D: Yes, that's all you can reply, suffocate by your bloody pizzas on this dead planet, motherfucker! S: Shut up and get away in your silly UFOs, Asshole! D: Your silly UFOs are the Santa Marias of the new age, dump penisman! S: Shut your ugly mouth! I can't stand the shit flowing out all the time! D: Be careful, sucker! S: Do you wear your sweater wrong or why is the ass upside? D: That's enough! Take that! (THUD!) S: Argh! You bloody sonofabitch! Here! (KNOCK!) D: Ouh! ...Gonna getcha fucker! (PANG!) S: Uh! Eat this, you... (PANGPANG!) And so we leave these quarreling and beating two arguers to continue another part of this scroller. Sire and Decca wants to say bye bye to all the readers who STILL hang on! We praise your great patience! Hope to see you again on the other side of the screenglass in another production's scroller. PLAYMOBIL SUCKS !!! Yum yum, Bailey of the ever balanced Balance is going to annoy you with with some lines of intellectual and feeble-minded stuff... As first I want tell you a true story about a paperboy... Once there was a young boy who has just had his 13. birthday. He got only 10$ pocket money in one month, in fact of that he thought: 'How could I earn lots of money?' After some seconds of brain-storming he had an idea: 'Let's get a job as paperboy in this lame city'. He started to apply by some great diskmags like 'Upstream, RAW or Sledge Hammer'. And what's happens? He got a job by the biggest mag around: Upstream. There he gets 20 Dollar to spread the mag. In december his first tour started. He went to the Upstream-office and there he got the mega Upstream-spreading-bike and thousands of issues to spread. He had to spread the mag in his whole hometown and he immediately began... In the first street nothings interesting happens and he thought: 'What a boring job!' After driving three street further he had to make way for a cat. One street further lots of things make his life hard. He had to make way for cars, skateborder, cats, dogs, chickens, boys and girls, remotecontrolled cars, old grandmas and holes in th street. Now he thought: 'What for a damned job I got!' And he kept in mind the agreement with his bosses. He only is allowed to fall down three times, after voilate against this rule he will loose the job. Now you think: 'How could the Upstream-office notice his fall?' Therefore you must know that the Upstream-spreading-bikes have falling-down-sensors! And if the paperboy falls three times down the bike explodes. Until now, the boy had no fall and was quite happy with his job. In the last street for this tour his destiny came. He striped a car (1.fall) and hit a remote-controlled car (2. fall) and fell against a old grandma (3. fall). Through this events the bike exploded unfortunately he had his head on the handlebar and his head exploded, too. This sad story was occasion for a game called... Oh, shit I don't remember the name of it, but I think you do... Again yum yum, that was a really unbelievable story. I think I have to entertain you now with some funny things. How about a joke? Okay, here is one: A man goes to his doctor and says to the doctor: 'Oh doctor, I feel me so weak!'. And the doctor asks: 'How could this be, I gave you last week strength ening-pills?' And the man answers: 'I can open the lid of the can, because I am so weak!' Ha, ha, ho, ha, ha. How funny! God, I am the best joke teller of this world. Do you wanna hear another joke?. And the mass cries: Yes, Bailey. Give us a new funny joke!. Okay, okay, here is one... A man puts his finger into his asshole. Comes a cow and asks: 'Are you allowed to do such silly things?' And the man answered proud: 'Yes, of course. Because my father is owner of a snack bar...' Yeah man, this was one of my best. Enough of those stories and jokes. Lets come to the most important thing in life: The discriminating of personal computer users! Do you know for what PC stands? No, here is it the real meaning of PC: Piss Computer. But don't tell this your grandma, it's a secret! I think I have said all impotent thing I want to say. So, see ya soon and don't eat to much amigas and stay tuned and have a good life and earn lots of money and don't forget to spend money for the AIDS help company. Bye, Bailey...
