Underground eXperts United File 247

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         [  The 'Land  ]                           [  By Hollywood  ] 

 
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                           -----> The 'Land <------ 
                           (by Hollywood, (c) 1994) 

 
  The atmosphere inside the tiny cockpit was fetid, oil and slime glistening 
vitriolically on the walls, as the operative leant feverishly over the 
glowing screens. Co-ordinates, occurrences, near-misses, disasters, flashed 
in front of the screen in front of him like so many fireflies buzzing around 
a marsh-embedded corpse. He looked away in disgust and wiped the sweat from 
his shaven head. His time would come soon, inside this putrid dome. He could 
survive, but was survival really worth it, if it was as this? Endless 
readouts flashed ethereally across the monitors, showing the casualties of 
the folly, screaming deaths endlessly replayed from a multitude of 
unemotional camera angles. 

  The operative shifted uneasily in his seat and checked his exterior camera. 
All he could see was the blackness of Doomsday, his Doomsday. He flicked off 
the display and put his head in his hands, shielding his eyes from the glare 
of the screens. The enemy was getting closer, he must be. The final reckoning 
might be painful, but at least it would be swift. He had heard stories, long 
ago, of those who had challenged the enemy and won, pushing them into limbo, 
running them over in their transport. Running them over? The operative smiled 
wryly and wondered just who had designed the damned transport. It all seemed 
so inefficient.. why not use a good pulse gun or a tracked attack vehicle, 
instead of this quadrupedal scrapheap which could only eradicate anything in 
its way? It was the rules of the game, it seemed. Perhaps it stopped a 
greater conflict to allow only prearranged enemies to meet in battle at 
prearranged times, but he longed for the element of surprise. He could do 
little, only walk around and try to catch his enemy unaware. How could he 
win? He shrugged at the nonsense of it all, the sheer futility, and flicked 
away a blob of grease that had landed disconcerting on his shoulder. 

  ..suddenly, the monitor screens flashed urgently, and the operative tensed. 
He would be coming out of the blackness soon, perhaps any moment, and he must 
be ready to do something unexpected, most of all. He knew that people before 
him had tried to over-ride the controls, and had failed, but, if he could 
only get to the central control panel... As he tore at the steel supports 
holding the electronics, the operative became aware of a countdown on one of 
the chittering monitors.. 5.. 4.. 3.. 2.. 1.. viciously, his sense were 
assailed with primary colours as the cockpit monitors exploded in light, 
echoing the view from the external camera. The angles of scenery seemed so 
grotesque, so simple, yet, so twisted. Who had invented this unearthly 
battleground? He tore with renewed force at the control panels, as he saw, 
little more than tens of yards away, the enemy, the myth, the reality, the 
bedtime story now animated. The vacant, bright, supremely evil grin on the 
face of the foe stared at him through the multitude of monitors. The 
operative screamed, long and piercing, and wrenched a final time at the 
control panels, finally sending something askew. The transport gave a 
shuddering jerk and climbed high in the air, jumping desperately over the 
enemy, bouncing off primary-coloured pipes and finally, sickeningly, catching 
the edge of one and plunging down, faster and faster, until the operative`s 
scream was little more than a whisper in the infinite nothingness. 

But, above him, high above, on a cloud over the whole of this grotesque land, 
hung a sign, neon-blazing and unmissable in its undeserved glory, a depraved 
monument to the infinitesimal dead.. 

..it read, simply:  marioland (tm).. 
  
Jon reset his Nintendo and turned to his big brother.. 
"Hey, did you see that turtle? I tried to stamp on him and he jumped 
right over me and fell down the hole.. They can`t do that... can they?" 
His brother smiled, and said nothing. Jon was only a kid.. what was he to 
know about war, suffering, and death? 

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