Here's the scrolltext everyone! Oh. I forgot the noises one has to make to start a scrolltext. You know... Like Hubba Hubba Hubba, or Hep Hep Hep or something like that. You can't just start a scrolltext with plain old words like I've done now. As a matter of fact I have never seen a single scrolltext begin with a pronounceable word. Well, maybe some, but they're just not worth counting. Let's see... What good sound could I choose to start this one.. Has it got to be like an animal sound? Or just a human sound with a kind of a animalistic twist to it? It definitly has to start soon, because you're almost through with the first section, and if I don't get it going soon you'll be copying another demo or something on to this disk... Ehrm... Help me out here guys.. Kraaa Wreeee Cleee Aw. Forget it! This just isn't gonna work. No, sorry! I just can't do it. No no, just forget it. Thanks anyway. There will be no more scrolltext in this Eurochart because I can't put myself to generating the sound of a ejaculating rhinoceros. I'll just go back to the re-run of Sound of Music. It's on right now in case you didn't know. Still there? No! You don't have to press 'Y' to answer that one, stupid! Ok, since the re-run of Sound of Music didn't interest you, maybe a story about Ken would satisfy you? Well, before I launch the story about Ken again, maybe I should say at least one or two words of importance. As you might remember, I included my address in the last Eurochart scrolltext. The responce has been above all expectations! I received a whole letter! And I didn't even answer it (hehe) Well, you know me. Well, actually you don't, but if you did, you would know that I usually don't reply to letters that aren't somewhat special. So if you do want an answer from me, include a piece of liqourice, preferably Finnish or Danish, or something that I could eat. Speaking of eating. And now for something REALLY important! Who dares to challange me in the eating competition at the CRB/Dexion/FLT/Violence party this summer? I must tell you that I'm going to be very well prepared and I have a reputation that'll scare most big-eaters. Isn't that right Dr. Awesome? Yes it sure is! So be a wise guy and DON'T sign up for the eating competition, or you will suffer a fate worse than having your vocal chords sawn in two by chain saw which is as sharp as a not so very sharp chain saw! And if you guys in CRB or Dexion or FLT or Violence as much as consider for a second to skip the eating contest you will suffer a faith even worse than a faith worse than than having your vocal chords sawn in two by chain saw which is as sharp as a not so very sharp chain saw! Now that you've been warned, I guess it's time to give you the monthly doze of Ken. Our hero. At least my hero. Oh how I wish I was like him. Sigh. Anyway, here comes part 4 of the Story about Ken Oh, yes, I forgot...You need to press Amiga-LeftShift-Ctrl-CapsLock-P to start the story... That's it! Now just hold those keys to keep the scroller going. Don't release them! Ken woke up and stared straight into the display of his alarm clock. It showed 07:59:58. He wasn't really awake but his eyes were open. Suddenly the alarm clock reached 08:00:00 and Ken could hear the sweet sound of prehistoric, so called 60's music coming out of its speaker. Tanisha had already left the bedroom and was fumbling around in the kitchen. It was friday. Hopefully his application for the School of Space Aeronautics would have come today. Ken rushed over to the EISDN terminal. The terminal had the slowest response time of any public system. Probably because it was based mainly on the old PAX systems. The Enhanced Integrated Services Digital Networks helped a bit but the system was still very slow. After going through the initial login routines Ken opened his mailbox. Bingo! There was a message for him. He immideatly transfered the message. He pushed out a hard-copy of it and ran out to the kitchen. "Tanisha! Look, I got the letter from the SSA". "Well read it Ken. Let's see if you really made it!" Ken read through it and smiled. "I made it" he said. "By golly, I made it!" Tanisha gave him a big kiss. "Oh I'm so proud of you!" she said. "When do you start?" "Let's see...The training period starts at Mount Wellion the 19th of September." Mount Wellion was the location of the SSA's huge launch site for experimental space crafts, and the 19th of September was just weeks away. The 18th of September came, and Ken and Tanisha had packed all his stuff and had just gone to bed. Tanisha, who as usual did not need to sleep that much, just waited for Ken to tell her that he couldn't sleep. About five minutes later he did. "Aw shit. I can't sleep. I'm just too excited I guess" he said. "Don't worry baby. It'll be just fine. You'll meet a lot of new friends and have a great time. Just close your eyes and sleep." Tanisha's sweet voice was the last Ken could remember. The next morning the alarm clock woke Ken a bit too early for what he was used to. "Turn that darn thing off Tansiha. Let's get back to sleep" "No Ken! Get up you lazy creep!" she shouted. While Ken was sleeping face down in his Chocolate Glazed Nutrasweet Cornflakes, Tanisha told Ken's mother all about their plans. She had rented a nice appartment just outside Mount Wellion, and they would live there while Ken went to school at the SSA. She also had the opportunity to work as a test pilot at Mount Wellion when she wanted. After inhaling about a pint of Nutrasweet Cornflakes, Ken suddenly woke up and shouted "Let's go!" "Sit down Ken" Tanisha said, "It's still about an hour before the MagnaTrain leaves" "And you got me out of bed this early just to tell me that I'll have to do nothing for one more hour?!" "Well, let's go anyway then. We'll stop down town for a pizza or something chinese" Tanisha said. Down town people had just started opening their stores and cleaning their display windows. It didn't rain so instead the smell of fried chicken and exotic spices filled the air of the downtown area. They found a shop that sold Chicken with Curry and bought some. The chicken was of course artificial, and Ken had his doubts on the curry too. After that quick snack they hired a Rickshaw to get them to the station. Just after reaching the station it began to rain again. "I hear they don't have that much rain up in Mount Wellion, Ken" Tanisha said. "Yeah, well, it's gonna be great to actually see the sun every now and then. Now where is that friggin' train?" Since there was no electronic boards, like on the air ports, that told you where and when the trains were going, you just had to find out for yourself. "I guess this is the one" Ken said. "Sure is. Let's put our bags on that conveyor belt over there" Someone must have seen the SSA sticker on one of Ken's bags, because just as Ken was about to throw his bag on to the conveyor belt, he heard a voice from behind. "So you're one of them space pilot hot-shots, are you?" Ken turned and looked directly into the twisted face of an old man. "No, but I'm going to be" Ken answered. "Headed for Mount Wellion then?" "That's right" The stench from the old man was unbearable. "Well, so am I". "Aren't you just a bit to old to be a SSA cadet?" "Oh, I'm not with them bozos. I live in Mount Wellion" "It's time to get on now Ken" Tanisha dragged him to the train. Luckily the old man didn't have a seat in the same car as they did. "Did you feel the smell form that guy?" Ken laughed "Pheeewee!"The train taxed out from the station area and on to the track. The train stopped for a quick second and then started to accelerate. The humming sound of the MagnaTrain's engines made Ken very very sleepy. And he fell asleep in Tanisha's lap. Some five or six hours later Ken voke up as the train slowed down before the station. The bus that was to pick them up had arrived and Ken and Tanisha got on it. The main building of the SSA complex was just a few hundred meters away from the station, but someone obviously didn't want them to walk very far. The entrance hall was covered with pictures of constantly updating fractal images. They walked over to the information desk. "What's your name" said the lady behind the counter. Ken gave her his id-cards and papers, and she pulled his card through the card reader. "Ok, Ken. Just wait over in the reception lounge over there. Sergeant Miller will see you in a minute." "Wow! These guys must get a lot of funding from the government! Look at them trees over there. They're real trees!" Ken was amazed. "Yeah. But the secretary was a replicant" "Well, good secretaries are hard to come by these days" About a minute later a uniformed man came over to them. "Good afternoon" he said "You must be Ken" "That's right" Ken stood up. "And you must be Miller, right?" "That's Sergeant Miller to you boy! And get your legs moving son, we haven't got all day!" Ken kissed Tanisha good-bye and ran after the sergeant. "Remember to call me when you're finished, Ken!" That's it for this issue. Like last time - the next chapter will be on the next Eurochart. Well, it was a bit short this time, I know. And you all wrote to us and told us to make the Ken stories longer. Hey! I'm sorry OK?! I was a bit empty-headed this week. But I'll try to expand it a bit more next time. I also see that some other groups have started writing cyberpunk stories like this one. GREAT stuff guys! I haven't actually read any of them yet, but I will... once I find that disk were I first saw them. And so we've come to the point where the scrolltext starts all over and you'll have to read all those words one more time. See? There's the point -----> + Oh, we passed it! OH NO!!! It's your fault! You didn't hold down Amiga-LeftShift-Ctrl-CapsLock-P did you? No, you didn't! Bloody great! Don't blame me.... I'm off. Since you can't perform a simple keypress, I'm just not going to hang around here anymore. See you all in the next round of the scrolltext. Now here's where Bustman gets his say, I think he's got some greetings and some stuff that he's already said a couple of times before... Who would have guessed? :-) .. ... ...LIIIIIIISTEN UP! ...Bustman here again. Yeah, allright. Coming up is a few extremely personal (unbelievable and incredible personal) greetings from that supah-dude B-B-B-Bustman! Zwooop... Let the stuff roll... From me to my best friends... Trix/Rebels - Tip/Phenomena - Omega/Rebels - Axel/Brainstorm - Mystik/Anarchy - Flush/PMC ...Right, a message to all of you dudes... I guess I am quite lazy now, but life is a bitch. I seldom have the time to write letters, atleast not right now. Stay alert and watch out for a few words anyway. ...AAAARGH! Then a message to all the hundreds of dudes that have written to me since I stopped that boring swapping. Are you totally nuts or fucking what? It is some shit, I can not even afford answering all those letters. Well, to make it utterly clear... BUSTMAN IS NOT A SWAPPER ANYMORE! I hope there is a tiny little possibility that you will get this into your heads! From now on I do not want to have ONE single letter concerning swapping stuff. Now then, let us drop that shit. Maybe I should take some more greets, before I simply forget it. A hello to ALL cool dudes in Absence! Especially to those gangsters Goofy, Quest, Zapper, Rob and Timewalker. Then a hello to my fellow dude Yoghurt/Network, thanks for all help. And also a greet to all the other local freaks in my neighbourhood, among others to Dr.M/New Wave and Dr.Cruz/Andromeda (YAWN! WHO SAID DOCTORS?). ...Hmm, maybe some final greets to all the dudes that have called me lately. Among others to a dude called White Hot/Wizzcat, cool talking bullshit with you. Yep, I promised a greet, so here it is. Also a hello to a guy in Zone 7, which name is as much as Predator. ...Hey, before I end, if you want to buy some graphics, then write to me for more details. Logos for your own group, charsets, small pictures and so on, just order directly from Bustman Productions! I promise both high quality and the right to reject the order if you do not find it satisfactory. Well, for more information, send me a letter. My address is... BUSTMAN PRODUCTIONS - MYRDALSKOGEN 379 - 5095 ULSET - NORWAY ...And as I have mentioned, I do not want to have any swapper-letters whatsoever. Ok, I better end. So long and have a swell time... ---Bustman signing off--- Well, that went rather well, didn't it Bustie? I think so.. Anyway, since this scrolltext is now filled with greetings and addresses here's where I'm going to put in MY own address. It's mine, and you can't have it. No you can't... It goes Dr. Outtasight Skoyenveien 27 0375 Oslo 3 Norway And that's a fact. If you write to me, remember to include that snack, or your letter will be completely ignored! A small cookie would do too I guess. As long as I can eat it, I'll reply! Hey! There haven't been any jokes in this scrolltext!!! Ok, we've better fix that.. Here's a real goodie I picked up the other day. Two men were walking down the street in the more dangerous part of town when they suddenly met this hooker stand... Oh, you've heard it? Damn! Ok. Nothing we can do about that then.... I'll just tell it to myself then.... (Humm hum hum hum hum hum ) Hahaha! Hoho He He He-He-He-He-He-He
