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Alien Shooter Vengeance (c) CDV Protection ...: SecuROM 7.30 Date ...........: March 2760 Number of Discs .........: 2 GAME NOTES For the first half of the 21st century, the war on terror became a global phenomena as more blatant and frenzied attacks struck deeper into the lives of common people. Inevitably, the pressure from public outcry to stop the madness grew to an irresistible level; the military forces of the world slowly but steadily retooled their outlooks, weapons, and tactics to combat people who were willing to die for their cause. By 2100, the world was more or less at peace, with continued discord in some regions as modernized military forces sought to track down and destroy the remaining terrorist cells that continued to fight and harass civilian and military alike. Regardless, as this war began to wane, it slowly moved out of the public's eye, and they began to pick up the pieces and try to make better lives for themselves. Not since the years following World War II had such prosperity been felt across the planet; even war-ravaged regions received a "Marshall Plan" of sorts, having their infrastructures built up far beyond what they ever were before. As prosperity grew, so too did the ventures of capitalism. In this day and age, science was the 'new capitalism,' fueling the growth of amazing new technologies. The first high-profile ventures into the creation of a viable fusion energy source, an offshoot of the efforts of the aging multinational oil companies, began in 2105 in the United States, with the backing of billions of dollars in venture and government capital. The International Power Initiative of 2112, an agreement among nations investing in the fusion power project, but eventually including many hundreds of other projects based on energy, radically restructured how science was to approach new energy sources. The level of freedom granted to a group of corporations might have been dangerous one hundred years ago, but it was felt that today since there was not a rivalry in the race to find the secrets of fusion power first, that giving a corporation autonomy to do what it needed to do would foster creativity and growth on an unheard-of scale. It didn't. Some corporations took the spirit of the intent behind the International Power Initiative to heart, but a few did not. Old habits greed, lust for power died hard, and the freedoms that the Initiative afforded caused cancerous growth of selfishness to seep into some. One major corporation founded on the west coast of the United States in 2116 M.A.G.M.A. Energy Corporation was responsible for tooling some of the machinery that would harness the power of a fusion reaction. M.A.G.M.A. which stood for "Multinational Atomic next-Generation Millennium Augury" had one of the more lucrative and high-end jobs out of all the corporations formed for this international project. As a result, some in power saw a potential for creating possibilities out of the materials provided possibilities that ended in massive profit, at any rate. Soon, M.A.G.M.A. had created dozens of branches throughout its West Coast empire, creating many massive facilities throughout the northern California wilderness. By 2158, the corporations of the world had made significant progress and were projecting being less than a generation away from a pure, safe source of fusion energy. Despite this, a few continued to worry over the carte blanche given to the corporations under the Initiative. However, the constant good publicity, as well as secrecy, around so many of these projects fueled the worry of a few that would be involved if anything went wrong. Many of these worriers, including General Francis J. Baker, commander of the US I Corps in Ft. Lewis, Washington, wondered how soon the military would be called out to help clean up the disaster when something big took out half of the West Coast. The M.A.G.M.A. Energy Corporation had delved into energy technologies that created a new generation of laser firearms, which was still in its infancy but of great interest to the Pentagon and other governments including those terror cells that never fully died. The laser weapon technology that M.A.G.M.A. was leading was a story that had been reported throughout the world and had been noticed. With such weapons, those in dark places whispered to each other, we could change the balance of power. We must do it before the hated oppressors turn them against Terrorist activity across the globe had declined except in small, remote areas, far from the west coast of the United States and even farther from the public's eye. Over that time, the remaining groups nursed their hatreds and planned for when the time would be right to reawaken a global revolution. Something else had planned, too... something far darker than anything a terrorist could imagine, something far more dangerous than any world government could possibly comprehend. It boiled and rolled in ecstasy over its discovery, its excitement barely contained at the expectation of the juicy, warm power awaiting it just beyond the gate. On that same May night in 2161, it struck. Terrorists selected and attacked a relatively out-of-the-way facility of the M.A.G.M.A. Energy Corporation, located deep in the rolling forested hills of northern California, one of the main sites for the creation of energy weapons. Overpowering the bored gate guards was a simple task, as was silencing their screams. The gate slid open, and in they poured. Not having faced any security breach of any kind for fifty years had made the security component of these facilities extremely lax, and no alarm was raised, no steel doors slammed shut. And then, It came. The Gate boiled and rolled, deep inside the M.A.G.M.A. Energy Corporation facility, as hundreds upon hundreds of employees and family raced and panicked over the alarms that finally blared in response to the terrorist attack. It smothered the air around it, sucking those unfortunate few nearby into its dark embrace, which made it stronger, larger. A few security personnel, responding to the odd reports from the scientists and family, men, women, and children, screaming and running for their lives, found it at the end of a large vehicular hallway, a black mass that pulsed like a heart. Tendrils, as dark as night, slid outward and into the walls, ceiling, and floors, seeking, touching, killing feasting. And yet, that was not enough. The presence of so many carbon life forms would have made it weep with joy, had it tears to shed. It released the Host, much as a mother would release a baby to allow it to crawl across a floor in search of a favorite toy. The security guards that were unfortunate enough to be so good at their jobs as to be there, saw a creeping, rolling mass of unholy creatures come out of the blackness; some were spider-like with bladed legs and massive fangs, others that walked on what seemed to be hind legs, dinosaur-like, but the most hellish version of any dinosaur any of them had seen. So many came out that the ceiling, floor, and walls were black with racing legs, all seeking the delicious flesh in front of them... the Gate pulsed with pride as it sought the incredible energy, sucking it down, feeding its ability to guide the Host into this world, which would keep the carbons at bay while it sought to help the Queen turn the planet into a husk... The terrorists were not stupid. They found the central security core and sealed the base off from the outside, to ensure that no scientists would escape; they knew families were here, knew that they would be excellent leverage when prying the secrets of the laser weapons out of them. The screams that filtered in through the complex had been going on for some time, but nobody noticed one monitor that showed the alien forms tearing a handful of security guards apart far below. The Host spread throughout the complex like wildfire, feasting upon the humans, tearing through doors and partitions to get at the soft, tasty meat that cowered in fear. The Gate continued to eat power, enough to finally obey the bidding of the Queen, whom it had been studiously trying to put off as it reveled in the delicious feast of its own. The Queen would not stand for it, as her children needed her attention. She stepped through the Gate, much to the disappointment of the latter, for this meant it would have to go, to search for a new world while the Queen assimilated this one. The Gate would be able to come back if it needed more power, but for now, it was no longer needed. With a flash of anger, the Gate dissolved upon itself. M.A.G.M.A. response teams sent to the facility noted the gate had been opened; they secured the outer compound and closed the gate, sealing it, posting guards. They noted the entrances were locked, and had their tech people begin to work around the problem. Damn computer problems, they thought. Meanwhile, they continued to try to raise the interior, with no result. The calls from the outside alerted the terrorists, who had made no progress so far in finding their quarry, at about the same time that part of the Host boiled up onto their floor. Frantically, the few hundred terrorists securing that level defended themselves, tearing the creatures into exploding bags of bloody jelly, but for every one that fell two more took its place. The hydra-like mass of evil swarmed over the terrorists, tearing them limb from limb, consuming in the process.Outside, the tech guys finally had the doors about open, when another one finally managed to tap into the interior's camera system. Their jaws dropped at the incredible carnage, and watched helplessly as small groups of skittering, spider-like creatures chased small knots of people down blood-smeared hallways... " Holy God," the officer in charge said. "Err, Gossett, go ahead and re-lock those doors. We gotta re-stage and call in some heavy artillery." With an empty feeling in the pits of their stomachs and their knees like water, they packed their gear; they numbered twenty men total, half the complement of this facility, and from what they saw, they'd need an army to even think about going back in. Just before the monitors were turned off, a tech guy caught an image of a bloody teddy bear leaning awkwardly against a wall. He snipped the image off, his mind reeling M.A.G.M.A., not having much of a security back-up force to count on, took the recorded images of inside the facility and immediately put the call in to the military. General Baker, who had for a decade been preparing himself and his men for something, anything, sprung into action. It took two days to gather a large force armed with the most modern firepower and body armor the military could provide. Without higher authority, General Baker led the column to the south and into the unknown. Reports continued to filter in during their journey, and other M.A.G.M.A. facilities went dark. What the hell was going They arrived a day later, the highway cops along the route clearing as much traffic as they could. When a M.A.G.M.A. representative asked what she and her corporation could do to help, General Baker flashed her a hooded look. "Get body bags. And all the security personnel you can. Call in favors, if you have to, get whomever you can and get them fast." He hesitated, then handed her a list. "Here's some people that have done some... work for us in the past. I know them and can vouch for them. You'll have to pay through the nose, but they're well worth it, trust me." Nodding vacantly, the representative, still shaken from the image she saw a few minutes ago of the bloody teddy bear, pulled her cellular phone out and began to dial Personnel back in San Francisco. She hoped they'd have the checkbooks ready, judging from some of these people's descriptions... Your phone rings. You ignore it, exhausted from a long week. Money was getting scarce, and the prospects of finding a "real" job has kept you up late with worry for weeks. The phone stopped ringing after the twentieth ring... paused... and rang again. Growling, you answer the phone. What you hear barely registers in your sleep-deprived mind, but your fingers ache in anticipation. Real work. A real enemy. And General Baker, he was good people. Finishing the conversation, you hang up, fire up your laptop, and find the e-mail from M.A.G.M.A. that includes all the information you need. Now, if you could only remember if you had plugged your SUV in for recharging last night... INSTALL NOTES ~ Unpack ~ Burn or mount ~ Install the game ~ Copy the crack from the ViTALiTY folder ~ Waste your pathetic life
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