Better luck nex time.
Play again?
You hold your fire for a second, then before you know it the battle is already over.
The x-wings are gone, the freighter left, three tie fighters were reduced to dust...
...and your turbolaser never fired a single burst.
You hear the sound of a mechanical respirator behind you, and you turn slowly around to see the Dark Lord himself standing on the walkway above you.
"The one thing that cannot be tolerated, Ensign, is incompetence..."
Suddenly, you can no longer inhale, your throat has collapsed in on itself. You fall off your chair and lie motionless on the deck... dead.
"You are lucky I let you off so easily, Ensign."
Better luck nex time.
Play again?
© 1997 kanejp@sncac.snc.edu
Get your own Free Home Page