| Perilous Flight 808! (an interactive adventure) |
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Perilous Flight 808
by Cuitla Huezo
Copyright 1995
Created with ButtonTalk(tm)
Portions (c) 1996, Stephen Linhart
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| Lame?!? Are you kidding me? This is THE wave of the future. I'm telling
you, all that 3D virtual reality is crap. This is where its at! So come on, give it a try. I mean, you're already here, right? |
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| Seeing the pilots' parachutes open, you get an idea. Turning around to everyone,
you yell, "Let's find more parachutes! There has to be more on the
plane!" Everyone begins to look underneath crates and in lockers. Suddenly a voice yells out, "I found one!" A young boyscout holds a parachute above his head, displaying it proudly. |
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| You can't bear to see the boy die. "You found it, little trooper, you can use it." "Gosh, thanks," he says to you. He quickly straps it on and heads for the door. "The world will hear about your bravery! GERONIMO!" With that, he leaps out into the roaring wind. You see his figure disappear underneath a large parachute. "Great, what about the rest of us," you think. |
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| "Gimme that you little SNOT," you yell as you snatch it from his
hands. Everyone is stunned as you also grab the kid by his neck. "Anyone try to stop me and the kid gets it!" With the parachute and a hostage, you make for the door. |
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| "Ta ta, suckers!" you yell and leap from the airplane. You feel
a sensation like no other as the wind whips through your hair. You feel
free. Of course, you have no idea how to put a parachute on. But believe me, you try your hardest to learn. The police find your flattened body inside a parachute harness...with only one strap left to buckle. You were close, but no cigar. |
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| And so do you. |
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| Noticing that there is a pregnant woman aboard. You suggest that she get
the parachute. The others agree. As she waddles to the door, the lady turns around to face all of you. She reaches underneath her dress and starts to pull something out. Everyone gasps in disgust, not knowing what she is about to do. Suddenly she pulls out a large pillow! She's not pregnant! "See ya later, SUCKERS!" and she leaps out into the whistling air. Great, what about us, you think. |
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| You decide to make for the cockpit. As you open the cockpit door, the dazzling
array of dials and switches and blinking lights almost overwhelmes you! "Look at all the buttons!" you exclaim. |
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| You realize this is WAY out of your league. Turning around to the other
passengers, you ask, "Say, can anybody else fly this plane?" But no one else answers. "Are you sure? Not a single one of you can fly?" Still no answer. |
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| "Shoot, how hard can this be?" You sit on the left seat in the
cockpit, grasping the control yolk gently. "Yeah, this is a piece of
cake. I'll just push this butto--" Suddenly the plane shakes violently and goes for a nose dive into the ground. All the passengers take the time to wish you a pleasent stay in Hell before everything is engulfed in flames. Way to go, sport. |
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| Oh, so you're a pilot for REAL, huh? Well then, I guess you land the plane
safely and everyone hails you as a hero. But, if you're lying to me... |
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| "Well, does anyone ELSE have ideas?" "Why don't we see what's in the cargo" someone suggests. You think for a moment, then nod in agreement. Everyone heads towards the back of the plane and starts opening various crates. You all notice that most of the crates are full of compressed marshmallow fluff. "There must be a hundred cubic feet of this stuff all compressed into containers!" |
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| "Mmmm, fluff," you mumble as you decide that, since you're all
gonna die, you mights as well pig out. You go the nearest container and start to pry off the lid. POOF! The cabin is instantly filled with sufforcating yet sweet marshmallow fluff. You hear muffled screams as you happily munch away. Needless to say, the plane crashes. Although most of you survive, being cushioned by the fluff, it takes weeks to get rid of that sticky feeling... |
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| "I have an idea!" You have the containers of fluff gathered in
small groups. "Okay, everyone. Tie yourself to as many containers as you can. Then jump out of the air plane. When you get close to the ground, open all the containers. They should provide enough cushioning to save your life!" |
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| "Uh...no wait!" you stammer, pacing back and forth. The passengers
look at you, eagerly awaiting your instrucitons. "Um, if we just staple our clothes together...no. Okay, how about we take our chances on flapping our arms...no...." Unfortunately, your indecisiveness at a critical moment leads to the tragic deaths of all the passengers. Your death, however, is not so tragic in the eyes of the media. (As it turns out, the "black box" has recorded everything you said.) Your family never lives down the shame... |
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| The passengers follow your instructions. One after another they leap out
of the plane tethered to several barrels of marshmallow fluff. And then
you go. The wind whips through your hair and you hear nothing but the roar of air. Below you, you see the other passengers' containers start to open. From a dark speck, they expode like popcorn into a brilliant white puff. All of you land safely, if not worse for wear. You are hearlded as a hero and a genius. Your popularity and notoriaty is outstanding and you make big bucks on the lecture circuit. Congradulations! |
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| You grab the headpiece for the radio and put it up to your head. Listening carefully, you hear talking. |
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| "Hello, " you ask tentatively, "is anyone out there?" "Yes, who is this, over" is the response. Everyone cheers for a moment and then you respond. "Uh, we're in a cargo plane and the pilots have stranded us here. How do I land?" "No problem..." The courteous air traffic controller directs you on the basics of flying and you land the plane. You've saved the lives of many people, and are a true hero. Soon, there are video games and made-for-TV movies based on your experience. Congradulations! |
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| Yes, you won...this time... |
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| Well, I'm sure you were a hit on the CB radio, but it certainly doesn't
help here. While you chat with a truck driver about convoys, the plane smacks into the earth in a fireball of destruction. Not smart...not smart at all... |
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| It is a glorious morning high up in the sky! Having been "bumped"
off of a passenger flight, you are sitting in relative comfort on a cargo
plane. Reflecting on the incident that put you here, you vow to "always call them flight attendents." Then something gets your attention... |
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| "Bah!" you tell yourself, "millions of people fly everyday
without getting hurt. Why concern myself with anything that goes on here?" Then, a person sitting on a crate next to yours pokes you on the shoulder. "Why are the pilots leaving the airplane," he asks. |
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| You shoot this guy the coldest of stares and, naturally, he leaves you alone. "That's more like it," you say to yourself. "Now for a little shut-eye." As you doze off into sleepy land, you fail to notice that the plane is crashing. I guess Darwin was right... |
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| Your eyes widen as you realize that the pilots are leaving the airplane? They reach the back door and open it. Wind and noise roar through the cabin, and some of the passengers start to scream. |
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| Looking up at whatever caught your eye, you notice the pilot and co-pilot tip-toeing down the center aisle. They seem to be wearing backpacks for some reason. |
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| They both pass by, ignoring the fact that everyone on the plane is now watching
them. They head for the rear door on the plane, look once more at all the passengers, then open the door. A rush of wind and noise blows past you and your clothes whip about violently. |
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| "Excuse me," you ask, "I can't help but to notice that no
one's flying the plane. Is something wrong?" "Uh. . .no," he replies and contiues down the center aisle where the copilot is already waiting at the door. |
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| "Oh, then I guess the plane's on auto-pilot or something," you
muse, "Now for a little shut-eye." As you doze off into sleepy land, you fail to notice that the plane is crashing. I guess Darwin was right... |
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| You leap off your crate and run down to the door. However, you are too late. The pilots nod to each other and leap out one after the other. Barely able to stop yourself, you grip tightly onto the door frame. You see the pilots: two dark specks against the land far below. Suddenly they blossom into bright colors as their parachutes open. |
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