Propaganda 25 ch08

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   THIS HAS HAPPENED
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  IRATA FOUND MURDERED.

  BURGLAR KIDNAPPED. WHAT WAS TRANZIIE
  DOING IN MR.Z'S GARDEN?

  DIAGNOSIS FROM BYTERAPERS HOSPITAL:
  NEWSCOPY HAS THE QUITTERS SYNDROM.

  RRR AND MARC ARRESTED FOR FAKING
  NEWS ABOUT HOMEBOY AND HOMEGIRL.


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"BURGLAR WAS FOUND UNCONCIOUS DOWN BY
THE RIVERBANK IN THE RED SECTOR DISTR-
ICT EARLY THIS MORNING. OXYRONPOLICE
HAVE CHOSEN NOT TO COMMENT THE EVENT
AND IT HAS BEEN IMPLIED THAT AN INV-
ESTIGATION WILL BE RUNNING TOPSECRET
AS OF TODAY. EYE WITNESS NEWS REPORT
TO SCENETV THAT BURGLAR IS IN GOOD
CONDITION BUT HAS LITTLE OR NO MEMORY
OF WHAT HE HAS BEEN THROUGH BUT..."

I switched of the TV and sighed. We had
all been worried sick since they day he
disappeared. I was relieved to hear that
he was alive. I couldn't help thinking
of CBA who had burst into tears the ot-
her night at the X-DINNER. What a rel-
ief for TRC*SCS!



There had been far too many mysteries
in scenetown recently - IRATA one of
the biggest profiles through our time
had been murdered, ALPHA FLIGHT and
RELAX busted for faking news about
HOMEBOY and HOMEGIRL and now another
unsolved matter with BURGLAR on our
hands. As if that wasn't enough the
doctors down at BYTERAPERS gave me a
diagnosis to worry about a week ago
saying I was suffering from Quitter's
syndrom. Not that I was spending a
minute thinking of quitting, but the
statement had me worried, that's for
sure.

I felt I had to scatter my thoughts so
I switched on the big screen and sat
down in front of the keyboard. My off-

ice was a grand place and I felt very
comfortable looking out over Scenetown
from my panorama. It was a topfloor
office that had cost a fortune but with
the group doing great we could afford
ourselves a skyscraper. Earlier we had
leased a castle just outside Scenetown
but everybody in the group felt we need-
ed to come closer to the heart of the
city - where the heat is. From here,
we could see the entire city, all the
way up to the beautiful DREAMPARK up
in the north. On a sunny day, one could
not compete with the view we had. Or
with the rent, for that matter.

"MRS.ZERO, PLEASE GIVE ME A LINE TO
THE FORUM PLEASE", I said to my sec-
retary through the speaker on the
phone.


"VERY WELL, SIR - HERE YOU GO!"

MRS.ZERO was a wonderful old lady. She
had the heart of a lamer but the ambitio
ns of an elite. I remember when she fir-
st came into my office some 13 years
ago, unemployed and eager to start of
a new job. Her father was ROCKSTAR, an
old friend of mine who was taken away
from us far too early. It was nothing
but my duty to hire her, for old frie-
nd's sake - something that I never had
had regretted. Her charm and style
was much appreciated by everybody. She
had married COUNT ZERO some years ago,
but I trusted her deeply and knew she
wouldn't backstab either of us, even
though her husband was part of the
successful SCS*TRC-enterprise. She, if

any was the one and only I could lean
on when things were hectic.

"THANK YOU, MAM", I said surprisingly
grateful as the lovely noise of a
carrier-detect filled my office.

THE FORUM was full today. I was lucky
to get on because almost 1OOOO users
were on. "Very unusal, wonder why?",
I thought to myself as I scanned
through the subs. With so many users
and so many subs most of the messages
were usually read by my secretary. In
the end of the day she'd give me an
outcast with the important posts. I
normally just scanned the one sub where
all the top-sceners gathered. That was
more than enough really.


-ANONYM- I KNOW THINGS YOU DON'T.

I cleared my eyes, clearly affected.
Somebody had thrown into chatmode all
of a sudden.

- ANONYM, HOW ARE YOU MAN? LOOKING
FORWARD TO THE PADUA-POOL-PARTY NEXT
WEEKEND. I responded quickly.

-ANONYM- I AM NOT ANONYM. LET'S JUST
SAY THAT I'M SOMEONE WHO WISHES TO
REMAIN ANONYMOUS. I KNOW THINGS YOU
DON'T.

Very well, I was talking to another
nutcase who was trying to get his voice
heard. It wasn't unusual that one of our
own employees would do anonymous chats
to complain at their organization. I

wasn't quite up for this today and de-
cided to do a +++.

-ANONYM- I KNOW YOU WONDER ABOUT
         BURGLAR.

I paused a second and read the message
on my screen again. I looked up at the
TRAILBLAZER-painting on the wall and
looked on the screen again.

- YEAH? WE ALL DO, DON'T WE?

- I CAN BE YOUR GUIDING LIGHT IF YOU
  WISH. LET ME HELP YOU.

- LISTEN, FOR ALL I KNOW YOU CAN BE
  JUST ANOTHER CRACKPOT. WHY SHOULD
  I LISTEN TO YOU IN THE FIRST PLACE?
  WHO ARE YOU ANYWAY?


- LET ME WORRY ABOUT THAT. YOU HAVE TO
  WORRY ABOUT OTHER THINGS. WHAT I WILL
  PASS ON YOU MUST NOT SPEAK ABOUT WITH
  ANYONE APART FROM THE ONES YOU DEEPLY
  TRUST. BURGLAR WAS FOUND TODAY. HE IS
  IN GOOD SHAPE BUT THERE IS A SLIGHT
  PROBLEM - HIS BRAIN WAS FORMATTED.
  DOCTORS ARE DOING EVERYTHING IN THEIR
  HANDS TO SAVE THE DELETED FILES BUT
  I WOULDN'T SAY HIS STAKES ARE HIGH.
  BURGLAR KNEW TOO MUCH. HE SAW TRANZ-
  IIE SNEAKING AROUND MR.Z'S MANSION THE
  OTHER NIGHT.

- KNOWS TOO MUCH? WHAT THE HELL WAS
  TRANZIIE DOING IN THAT PART OF THE
  CITY?



- THIS IS BIGGER THAN YOU REALIZE RIGHT
  NOW. I AM TALKING OF A CONSPIRACY.
  THERE ARE LOTS OF PEOPLE INVOLVED.
  IF I WERE YOU I'D CHECK HITMEN OUT.
  AND LEGEND. DON'T FORGET LEGEND.
  I CAN'T TALK ANY LONGER. WE HAVE TO
  REMAIN SAFE. DON'T TRY TO TRACE ME.
  I WILL CONTACT YOU HERE AGAIN WHEN
  THE TIME IS RIGHT.

- +++NO CARRIER

I looked at my screen, puzzled by what
I had seen. This could be a scam of the
cheaper kind but it had a ring to it. I
had to check this out. I noticed a mail
from an anonymous sender blinking on my
screen. I read it immediately and shut
down the system. Actions had to be
taken.


"MRS.ZERO, DID YOU LOG THE FORUM-
SESSION I JUST HAD?"

"BUT OF COURSE, SIR."

"RUN THE LOG THROUGH ALL OUR FILES AND
TRY TO LOCATE THIS ANONYMOUS MOTHER-
FUCKER. WE NEED TO FIND HIM."

"I WAS JUST GETTING TO IT, SIR", she
said and I heard she was excited. She
loved the thrill of mysteries. If she
hadn't been my secretary she would have
made a great detective.

"AND I WANT YOU TO CALL UP ALL THE
ORGANIZERS IN ALPHA FLIGHT, CHROMANCE,
MOTIV8, LAXITY, ONSLAUGHT AND TRC*SCS
AND BOOK THEM FOR A MEETING AT MY HOUSE

TONIGHT AT 7. DO NOT BOOK LEGEND OR HIT-
MEN, IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?", I tried to
sound bossy but I liked her too much to
be bossy so it just came out friendly.

"IS THAT WISE, SIR? YOU KNOW THERE IS
A GIANT FREE CONCERT IN DREAMPARK TO-
NIGHT. MANIACS OF NOISE HAVE RENUNITED
AND IT'S THEIR FIRST APPEARANCE IN
YEARS. EVERYBODY'S GOING TO BE THERE."

"I KNOW, I KNOW. BUT SO MUCH BETTER FOR
US. WE NEED TO BE UNDISTURBED. AND GET
A TECHNICIAN FROM COMMODORE TO COME
ALONG WITH US. FURTHERMORE I NEED YOU
TO BE THERE TO TAKE NOTES TONIGHT, CAN
YOU MAKE IT?"

"UHHM, YOU KNOW I HAVE A RESERVATION
AT LEGEND'S NEW CLUB TONIGHT."


"THE POWERPLANT?"

"YUP..HEARD THE FOOD IS MAGNIFICENT.
MY SISTER WOULD BE VERY UPSET IF I
DIDN'T MAKE IT. YOU KNOW, SHE WANTS
TO INTRODUCE ME TO HER NEW BOYFRIEND
AND IT IS SORT OF SERIOUS BETWEEN THEM
I GUESS."

"YEAH WELL, WHAT THE HECK..YOU GO ON
AND HAVE A NICE EVENING. MAKE SURE ALL
THE OTHERS COME TO MY PLACE. I WILL
TAKE THE REST OF THE DAY OFF AND HEAD
ON HOME. I NEED TO PLAN TONIGHT'S MEE-
TING"

"WILL DO, SIR. WILL DO!", she said. She
sounded proud. And she really was.


I got into my car, a C64-blue Alfa
Spider and began a steady cruise home.
SCENERADIO was airing commercials for
tonight's concert at DREAMPARK and I
began to wish I could have been there
too. MANIACS OF NOISE was after all my
favorite-band even though I thought it
was a little pathetic to have 5O-year
olds reuinte after so many years. At
the age of 5O you were hardly as rocking
and rolling as in the young heydays. Not
to mention the fact that JEROEN TEL had
had his share of problems with abuse.
The last years of his career, before
scenetown was born had been dreadful.
He had turned into a waresjunkie, begg-
ing for disks in the streets. Forgotten,
laughed at and a solid case of insanity.
This was by far a personal triumph and
revenge for him.


As I drove through the city I started
thinking of the old days. The days be-
fore SCENETOWN. Things had really chan-
ged dramatically over the years.

I remember it like yesterday. Back in
1997, when the real world still was the
real world. We were sceners, part of a
digital underground and not many. The
C64 had definately had it's heyday and
people were using PCs, PSXes and Nin-
tendo64s. We were forced to run our
business in the backstreets of the net
with boards like SPANKERZ HEAVEN and
SECOND TO NONE the only real places to
be. Both games and demos were rare,
while magazines found their way out
on disk occassionally. In 1998 media
and companies started to fear the worst

scenario possible to take place during
new years eve in 1999. With a world
depending on PCs and equal systems,
there would be severe problems for all
programs adjusting to the new year,
year 2OOO. All programs on the PC were
only capable of hadnling 2 digits stat-
ing what year it was, so when 99 turned
to OO the systems went bonanza. At first
world-economy had collapsed with all
stockmarkets. Then Online-services such
as the Internet followed and shortly
after the entire worldsystem. Military
stations were the last to follow but
a nuclear disaster was inevitable.
Missiles were launched all over the
world creating a holocaust so severe
nothing from the old world was left.




We had been way ahead of our time back
then. Topgroups that were left had gat-
hered up to plan the surrvival of the
of the 8-bitters. All of us. The last
3 years of the 9O's the groups promoted
the most gigantic 64-party of all times,
a TRIBUTE 2000 on new year's eve where
where EVERYBODY would come and bring
their equipment along. The event was
cleverly financed by a genious burglary
thought up by BURGLAR, stealing money
from MICROSOFT's bankaccounts over the
net. From there it had been easy to pay
all the visitor's travelling-costs. On
December 31st, 1999 all sceners who had
ever set foot on the C64 were gathered.
It had been one hell of a job finding
them all but we had reached all of
them. I remember people at the party

asking me why we had decided to have
the party inside a mountain - MOUNT
TOKAY to precise, and I remember look-
ing at them saying "you will realize
very soon. Very soon". At midnight we
made a speech and explained that the
real world was coming to an end. The
ones at the party would surrvive, as
would our technology. The mountain
in which we had created a huge walve
in would save us.

It didn't take many hours until the
real world was gone. I have never ever
experienced such silence as that night
of total holocaust. But we had surr-
vived and could start from beginning.
We were 5OOOO people strong. The few
that surrvived in the real world would
soon join our society. We had a big

job ahead of us. Building scenetown.

Things have really changed over the
years, I said to myself as I pulled
up in front of my house. Thinking about
the old days before scenetown depressed
me so I decided I'd take a drink and a
cool shower before I started planning
tonight's meeting.

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               CHAPTER 2
           TONIGHT'S MEETING.

All my guest that evening arrived in
time and it pleased me. I know MRS.ZERO
had done a great job persuading them
to come. We were all wishing we could
be at DREAMPARK to see our childhood

idols play instead of solving mysteries
created by crackpots.

"I GUESS WE WON'T BE SEEING MARC HERE
TONIGHT", I giggled to STYX refering to
the fact that RRR and MARC were in pri-
son for setting up the scam last week.

"OH I THINK WE WILL, MARC IS ON HIS
WAY OVER. HE GOT RELEASED ON BAIL AWAIT-
ING TRIAL BUT THEY ARE STILL KEEPING
RRR FOR FURTHER QUESTIONING. HE WAS
APPERENTLY MORE INTO IT THAN MARC WAS."

"THAT STUNT THEY PULLED REALLY SHOCKED
ME. IT WAS A DREADFUL PRACTIAL JOKE TO
IMPLY THAT HOMEBOY WAS DEAD!", VENGEANCE
said looking at STYX.

"LOOK MAN, I HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH IT,

ALLRIGHT?", STYX said raising his both
hands in innocense.

"AND I SHOULD BEL...", JAZZCAT filled
in aggressivly.

"SO THERE. WE ARE NOT HERE FIGHT. THERE
MUST BE A FAR BETTER REASON FOR NEWSCOPY
TO DRAG US ALL THE WAY OVER HERE, NOT
TO FORGET THAT WE'RE MISSING TONIGHT'S
CONCERT. SO TELL US, WHY ARE WE HERE?",
LION said.

I hated the way he sounded when he wan-
ted to be wise. Sure he was one of the
wiser people in Scenetown, but he made
damn sure to remind us of it all the
time and it was getting on many people's
nerves. A few months ago I had had an
affair with his girlfriend and even

though I think he never found out, I
had the feeling he could have a vague
idea of what had been going on. After
all he had run into me while I was with
her at RASTERBARS and several other
places. "We're just good friends", she
would tell him and he'd just look under-
standing. Love can really turn you into
a sucker.

I started by briefing them on today's
encounter with my anonymous friend on
THE FORUM. It didn't seem to appeal them
more than a 4X4-effect from REFLEX. Only
the people from SCS*TRC seemed interest-
ed and with all rights - their number
one cracker was a vegetable being treat-
ed by our best surgeons right now. They
needed all the help they could get.




"GENTLEMEN, I APPRECIATE YOU COMING ON
SUCH SHORT NOTICE BUT I BELIEVE WE HAVE
A CRISIS AT OUR HANDS.", I continued.

"WHICH WOULD BE EXACTLY WHAT?", Lion
said doing everything to weaken my
arguments.

I was trying to hold temper under
control and managed.

"WELL, SHORTLY AFTER MY ENCOUNTER WITH
MY FRIEND I RECEIVED A MAIL FROM WHAT
APPEARS TO BE THE SAME FRIEND. IT CON-
TAINED SOME VERY ALARMING INFORMATION
AND I HAVE GATHERED YOU HERE BECAUSE I
CONSIDER MY SOURCE RELIABLE."


"ON WHAT GROUNDS?", CBA filled in look-
ing sober for once.

"I WILL GET TO THAT. BUT WE NEED TO GET
DOWN TO DATA FIRST. FROM ALL WE KNOW,
BURGLAR KNEW TOO MUCH ABOUT SOMETHING.
HE SAW TRANZIIE SNEAKING IN MR.Z'S
GARDEN, A PLACE WHERE HE DEFINATELY
WASN'T SUPPOSED TO BE. THE MAIL I RE-
CEIVED CONTAINS ALL THE BACKGROUND TO
ENTIRE AFFAIR - IF CORRECT. AND AS I
SAID I BELIEVE IT IS CORRECT."

I paused slightly and took a deep gulp
of water. There was dead silence around
the old oak-table.

"..WE HAVE ALL SEEN THE WAVE OF OLDIES-
GROUPS APPEARING ON THE SCENE RIGHT
NOW, THE TWO MOST FAMOUS BEING NOSTAL-

GIA AND REMEMBER. SO, THEIR SUCCESS IS
BASED ON RERELEASING CRACKS OF OLD GAM-
ES, ONLY THAT THE CRACKS ARE MUCH BETTER
THAN THEY WERE IN THE GOOD OLD DAYS.
AT THE SAME TIME I KNOW WE'VE ALL SEEN
THAT LEGEND HAS COME BACK TO THE SCENE,
BUT THEY HAVE NOT DONE ANYTHING BUT SIT
AROUND AND RAG."

"AND WHAT DO LEGEND HAVE TO DO WITH
OLDIES-GROUPS LIKE NOSTALGIA AND
REMEMBER?", COUNT ZERO asked.

"I ASKED MYSELF THE SAME THING AT FIRST.
SO IMAGINE THIS. IMAGINE THAT LEGEND ARE
DYING TO DO A COMEBACK ON THE C64 BUT
HAVE NO GAMES. SO THEY SET UP A FIENDISH
PLAN ON HOW TO GET THEM AND AT THE SAME
TIME INTERCEPT ALL OTHER GROUPS AND
STOP THEIR RELEASES FOR A MONTH OR TWO."


"NOW HOW ON EARTH WOULD THAT BE POSS-
IBLE? THERE ARE ONLY SOME 3 MILLION
64'S IN USE IN OUR CITY. IT IS IM-
POSSIBLE. IT IS LIKE TRYING TO PUT
ALL OUR MICROWAVES OUT OF ORDER!",
STYX said.

"YES, YOU ARE QUITE RIGHT, BUT IMAGINE
IF LEGEND HAD A WAY OF DESTROYING ALL
THE C64'S IN SCENETOWN. THAT WOULD
PRETTY MUCH RUIN OUR BUSINESS FOR A
WHILE, WOULDN'T IT? SO ANYWAY, LET US
HAVE A BROADER PERSPECTIVE. IMAGINE
LEGEND CONTACTING SOMEBODY WHO IS ACT-
IVE ON TODAY'S SCENE. THEY OFFER HIM A
LOT OF FAME AND FORTUNE AS LEGEND LATER
ON CLAIM TO BE RULING SCENETOWN. SO HOW
DO THEY DO IT, YOU MAY ASK YOURSELVES.
IT IS SIMPLE. THEY GET THE ACTIVE PER-

SON TO JOIN AN OLDIES-GROUP, LET US
SAY REMEMBER FOR THE RECORD. LET US
SAY THAT THIS NEW PERSON GETS REMEMBER
TO RELEASE A GAME THAT EVERYBODY WANTS
BECAUSE IT IS A CLASSIC. SO REMEMBER
PUTS OUT THE GAME, AND LITTLE DO THEY
KNOW THAT THAT THEIR GAME IS A RELEASE
THAT WILL DESTROY THE 64'S IN TOWN."

"HAHAHA, THIS IS THE BOLLOCKS. WE ALL
KNOW IT'S IMPOSSIBLE TO DO SOMETHING
LIKE THAT. WHAT GAME WOULD THAT BE?",
LION laughed out.

"TRACK AND FIELD, MY FRIENDS.", I said.

"TRACK AND FIELD??", they all said in
confused chorus.




"YES. TRACK AND FIELD IS A CLASSIC
SPORT GAME. THE FASTER YOU WIGGLE YOUR
JOYSTICK, THE FASTER YOU RUN, JUMP AND
WHATEVER SPORT YOU DECIDE TO DO. SO IM-
AGINE IF REMEMBER TRAINED THE GAME. IT
WOULD SERVE NO PURPOSE WHATSOEVER, BE-
CAUSE ONCE YOU START THE GAME THE GUY
ON THE SCREEN WOULD RUN LIKE CRAZY AND
WIN EVERYTHING.."

"GO ON."

"WELL, THE GUY WOULD IN FACT BE RUNNING
SO DAMN FAST THAT NOT ONLY THE TIMER IN
THE GAME WOULD RUN BACKWARDS, BUT HE'D
BE BREAKING THE SOUNDBARRIER! WHEN THE
SOUNDBARRIER IS BROKEN IT WOULD CREATE
A BOOM IN YOUR 64 THAT BREAKS THE CIR-
CUIT IN THE MACHINE."


Giggles burst out around the table.
I decided to go on immediately without
a pause.

"I ASKED MY SECRETARY TO GIVE ME PRINT-
OUT OF TODAY'S TOP-LEECH FROM THE FORUM
AND ALL OTHER TOP-BOARDS. GUESS WHAT
REMEMBER PUT OUT TODAY - THAT'S RIGHT,
TRACK AND FIELD! GUESS WHAT GAME IS THE
MOST LEECHED TODAY - THAT'S RIGHT,
TRACK AND FIELD+4 FROM REMEMBER."

"OK...SO WHAT YOU'RE SAYING IS LEGEND
WANTS TO COME BACK AND USE REMEMBER AS
A WAY TO COME THROUGH BY DESTROYING ALL
OUR 64'S. WE HAVE TO WAIT FOR NEW ONES
TO BE DELIVERED BY THE FACTORIES WHILE
THEY CAN RELEASE THEIR ASSES OFF..SO
WHERE DOES BURGLAR AND TRANZIIE COME

INTO THE PICTURE?", CBA said. He was
upset that I yet not had presented any
solution that would save his number-one
guy, BURGLAR the vegetable.

"WELL, IMAGINE IF TRANZIIE WAS THE GUY
THAT LEGEND APPROACHED FROM TODAY'S
SCENE. IMAGINE IF TRANZIIE ASKS TO
JOIN REMEMBER...."

"..AND HE DID JOIN REMEMBER LAST WEEK",
JAZZCAT filled in. "..BUT WHAT ABOUT HIM
TRIPPING AROUND IN MR.Z'S GARDEN?", he
continued.

"SIMPLE, NOBODY BUT OUR DEAR OLD-TIMER
MR.Z HAD THE ORIGINAL OF THE GAME.
TRANZIIE BROKE IN TO STEAL THE GAME.
BURGLAR SAW THIS AND STARTED TO CATCH
UP. YOU SEE, ACCORDING TO OUR ANONYMOUS

FRIEND BURGLAR WAS APPROACHED BY LEGEND
TO CRACK THE GAME IN THE FIRST PLACE.
THEY DIDN'T HAVE A CRACKER SINCE POWER-
PLANT AND ANTITRACK HAVE BEEN BUSY WITH
THEIR NEW CLUB. BURGLAR REFUSED BUT WHEN
HE SAW TRANZIIE HE ADDED ONE AND TWO
TOGETHER. AT LEAST THAT'S WHAT LEGEND
MUST HAVE THOUGHT BECAUSE THEY FORMATT-
ED HIS ENTIRE BRAIN. THEY DIDN'T DARE
TO KILL HIM FOR KNOWING TOO MUCH, BUT
INSTEAD THEY DECIDED TO ERASE HIS MEM-
ORY"

"WELL, I'LL BE DAMNED. WHAT A STORY,
AND IS THERE ANY REASON WHY WE SHOULD
BELIEVE IT?", MR.WAX said.

"MY ANONYMOUS FRIEND ALSO WROTE SOME-
THING THAT ONLY I KNOW AND NOBODY ELSE
COULD KNOW. THAT'S WHY I BELIEVE HIM."


"AND WHAT SHOULD THAT BE?", COUNT
ZERO said.

"..I'M SORRY THAT I HAVE TO ANNOUNCE
IT LIKE THIS, COUNT ZERO, BUT HE KNEW
THAT YOU WERE SUFFERING FROM THE
QUITTER'S SYNDROM, SOMETHING ONLY YOU
AND I KNOW."

"YOU'RE WHAT?????", CBA screamed insu-
lted by the fact. "YOU ARE A DISGRACE
TO OUR ENTIRE GROUP, YOU FILTHY PIG!"

COUNT ZERO was close to tears now. He
was trembling and he kept biting his
upper lip to keep the emotions inside.
He had kept the secret for so long and
only I knew how much pain it had been
for him, hiding it from his wife, from

his friends and his groupmates.

"CALM DOWN, THERE IS PROPER MEDICATION
FOR THE MAN SO WE DON'T NEED TO WORRY
ABOUT THAT RIGHT NOW. WE NEED TO FOCUS
ON LEGEND, ON TRANZIIE, ON BURGLAR AND
THE FUTURE OF OUR CITY."

Just that minute MARC from ALPHA FLIGHT
rushed through the door. He looked like
he just saw Satan on his doorstep. He
was breathing heavily and sweating like
a pig.

"GUYS..I'M SORRY I'M LATE, I WAS RE-
LEASED FROM JAIL ONLY SOME HOURS AGO
BUT I GOT STUCK IN TRAFFIC ON MY WAY
OVER HERE. THERE IS ABSOLUTE CHAOS ON
THE FREEWAY. I HEARD ON THE RADIO ON
THE WAY OVER HERE THAT OVER 1 MILLION

64'S HAD COLLAPSED..IS IT TRUE???"

We all looked at each other. Our
worst fears had come true.

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      SCENETOWN WILL NEVER CEASE.
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