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      WELL, WELL, WELCOME!!!!      THE SECRET DRAWER IS BACK!!!  ( PRESS JOYSTICK BUTTON TO STOP SCROLL )                    THE CREDITS FOR THIS DEMO: CODING BY HYPNOSIS, GRAPHICS BY HYPNOSIS AND MUSIC BY HYPNOSIS, SPREADED BY NORTHERN LIGHTS AND RELEASED 1989-07-08.....@ _                  THE MEMBERS OF T.S.D. ARE: I, TRC AND TBC.      I WILL LET THE OTHERS WRITE LATER.......         @         I AM VERY SAD TO TELL YOU THAT THIS LITTLE GROUP THAT I STARTED A FEW YEARS AGO, IS DYING!!!      IT ALL STARTED SIX YEARS AGO WHEN MY BROTHER AND I GOT A COMMODORE 64 AS A GIFT FROM OUR PARENTS ( THEY SURE REGRET THAT NOW )......      NOTE THAT WE HADN'T A SINGLE GAME THEN!!!     I SURE REMEMBER WHEN I SAW "FORT APOCALYPSE" FOR THE FIRST TIME, OR "BLUE MAX"!....    I WAS IN HEAVEN THEN!!.....      THEN I HACKED, PACKED AND CRACKED FOR T.S.D.  ^  LATER ON, TWO PERSONS JOINED T.S.D. ( GUESS WHO? ).....     A YEAR AGO I SOLD MY HEART, AND BOUGHT ANOTHER ( MORE POWERFUL ).....    IT'S MY AMIGA...                    AS MATTERS NOW STAND I WILL GO OVER TO NORTHERN LIGHTS ( THAT'S RIGHT, THEY SPREAD THIS DEMO. THANKS FOR THAT. ), TBC GOES TO AMILINK AND TRC GOES HOME.... ( SOB, SOB )                    I THINK THAT EVEN WHEN WE ARE IN DIFFERENT GROUPS WE WILL STILL MEET ONCE A WEEK ( IF IT'S POSSIBLE ) TO HACK TOGETHER AND SPEND MONEY ON HACKER-WASSER :-)      ( ALL YOU WHO ARE WAITING FOR THE MEGA-MULTI-LONG GREETINGLIST CAN WAIT FOREVER, BECAUSE GREETINGS ARE BORING TO READ ( MORE BORING THAN THIS IS!?!?! ), SO NO GREETINGS.... )                    NOW I AM GOING TO SAY A FEW WORDS ( OR BYTES MAYBE ) ABOUT THE NET WITH THE BALL.    THERE IS NOT ENOUGH MEMORY FOR MORE PICTURES ( ALTHOUGH THEY ARE CRUNCHED ( AND OF COURSE REALTIME DECRUNCHED ) ), SO IT HAS TO LOOK LIKE IT DOES....  @^_  THE MUSIC OCCUPIES MOST OF THE MEMORY ( 170 K!!! ), AND I DON'T WANT TO CUT THE SOUNDS MORE THAN I ALREADY HAVE!...                    NOW IT'S TIME FOR THE RED CHIP TO WRITE SOME TEXT:       OH, FINALLY I'M HERE, THIS ISN'T YOUR AMIGA SPIIKIINGGG, IT IS........ TRC. LAST TIME I WROTE A SCROLLTEXT WAS....WELL, LET'S SEE, IT WAS PROBABLY ON THE 64 AT OUR FIRST HACKER-WASSER MEETING. I AM MOW SITTING HERE AND LISTENING TO VANGELIS SUPER CD "SOIL FESTIVITIES", LONG LIVE SYNTH MUSIC. IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THE TSD DEMO AT THE 64, THEN DO THAT....... VERY FUNNY SCROLLTEXT. I THINK THAT WE HAVE HAD 32 MEETINGS ( "NICE NUMBER" ). WELL I AM NOT THE BEST PROGRAMMER IN THE WORLD BUT I'M LEARNING, I HOPE. BUT I HAVE THOUGH MADE TWO NERD DEMOS....... TBC IS OBVIOUSLY NOT HERE YET, HE IS FIPPLING WITH HIS FUC...SORRY, HIS (FLETANS-KAJKADE-KAPPE-GRIS) MOTORBIKE (SKIT, KLADD, OLJA USCH....).... AND NOW TBC HAS ARRIVED.                    HI THERE, THIS IS NOW THE BLUE CHIP WHO HAS TAKEN CONTROL OVER THE 68000 !!!      I'M PRINTING THIS TEXT ON HYPNOSIS' COMPUTER IN WORDPERFECT. IT IS A MOSQUITO IN HERE !!! *SMACK* !!! HYPNOSIS KILLED IT ! WHAT A VIOLENT ACT !            I MUST TELL YOU ABOUT OUR NEW COMPUTER THAT I & HYPNOSIS HAVE BOUGHT. IT HAS 3.5 KILOBYTES OF USER RAM AND EIGHT (OR 16) COLORS. IT IS A VIC 20 !!! WE HAVE NOW INVESTED IN 8 KILOBYTES OF EXTRA MEMORY AND ARE WRITING AN ADVENTURE, STARRING SAMANTHA FOX AND THE MEAN WIZARD RAISTLIN. I'M ALSO MAKING A DEMO ON THE VIC 20.                     HYPNOSIS AND I HAS INVENTED A NEW NAME FOR TRC. IT IS T.B.S - THE BULLSHIT BECAUSE OF HIS BAD LANGUAGE, HE WROTE A LOT OF BULLSHIT. WE WERE FORCED TO CENSOR HIS TEXT TO THE HALF LENGTH!.                    WE ARE NOW LISTENING TO MY PAULA PLAYING THE CYBERNOID II MUSIC IN THE DEMO BY ATOMIC......                    HYPNOSIS HERE AGAIN. NOW I AM GOING TO READ A LETTER FROM AN ITALIAN GUY WHO WRITES TO THE MANAGER OF A HOTEL IN U.S.A:      DEAR SIGNORE DIRETTORE. NOW I AM A-TELLA YOU STORY HOW I WAS A-TREATED AT YOUR HOTTELLA. I AM A-COMMA FROM ROMA AS TOURIST TO LONDON AND STAY AS A YOUNGA CHRISTIAN MAN AT YOUR HOTELLA.....  WHEN I COMMA IN MY ROOM I SEE THERE IS NO SHIT IN MY BED - HOW CAN I SLEEP WITH NO SHIT IN MY BED? SO I CALLA DOWN TO RECEPTIONE AND TELLA: "I WANNA SHIT!" THEY TELLA ME: "GO TO TOILET." I SAY "NO, NO. I WANTA SHIT IN MY BED." THEY SAY: "YOU BETTER NOT SHIT IN YOUR BED, YOU SONNAWABITCH!" WHAT IS A SONNAWABITCH????    I GO DOWN FOR BREAKFAST INTO RISTORANTE. I ORDER BACON AND EGGS AND TWO PISSIS OF TOAST. I GETTA ONLY ONE PISS OF TOAST. I TELLA WAITRESS AND POINTA OF TOAST: "I WANNA PISS!" SHE TELLA ME: "GO TO TOILET!" I SAY: "NO, NO. I WANNA PISS ON MY PLATE!" SHE THEN SAY TO ME: "YOU BLOODY HELLA NOT PISS ON THE PLATE, YOU SONNAWABITCH!" SECOND PERSON WHO DO NOT EVEN KNOW ME CALLA ME SONNAWABITCH! WHAT IS A SONNAWABITCH?????   LATER I GO FOR DINNER IN YOUR RISTORANTE. SPOON AND KNIFE IS LAID OUT, BUT NO FOCK. I TELLA WAITRESS: "I WANNA FOCK" AND SHE TELLA ME: "SURE, EVERYONE WANNA FOCK!" I TELLA HER: "NO, NO. YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND ME. I WANNA FOCK ON THE TABLE!" SHE TELLA ME: "SO YOU SONNAWABITCH WANNA FOCK ON THE TABLE? GET YOUR ASS OUT OF HERE!"......   SO I GO TO RECEPTIONE AND ASK FOR BILL. I NO WANNA STAY IN THIS HOTELLA NO MORE. WHEN I HAVE PAID THE BILLA, THE PORTIER SAY TO ME: "THANK YOU, AND PEACE ON YOU." I SAY: "PISS ON YOU TOO, YOU SONNAWABITCH! I GO BACK TO ITALY! I NEVER MORE COMMA STAY YOUR HOTELLA NO MORE, YOU SONNAWABITCH!" SINCERELY, ENRICO MORELLI                    IT'S NOW TIME FOR TBC TO WRITE AGAIN AND I THINK HE IS PLANNING TO WRITE SOME ISAAC ASIMOV STUFF.....         YES, I'M HERE AGAIN AND I'M GONNA TELL YOU A SHORT STORY BY THE ALLTIME MASTER OF SCIENCE FICTION........ISAAC ASIMOV......   IT IS CALLED "SURE THING".......     "AS IS WELL KNOWN, IN THIS THIRTIETH CENTURY OF OURS, SPACE TRAVEL IS FEARFULLY DULL AND TIME-CONSUMING. IN SEARCH OF DIVERSION MANY CREW MEMBERS DEFY THE QUARANTINE RESTRICTIONS AND PICK UP PETS FROM THE VARIOUS HABITABLE WORLDS THEY EXPLORE.      JIM SLOANE HAD A ROCKETTE, WHICH HE CALLED TEDDY. IT JUST SAT THERE LOOKING LIKE A ROCK BUT SOMETIMES IT LIFTED A LOWER EDGE AND SUCKED IN POWDERED SUGAR. THAT WAS ALL IT ATE. NO ONE EVER SAW IT MOVE BUT EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE IT WASN'T QUITE WHERE PEOPLE THOUGHT IT WAS. THERE WAS A THEORY IT MOVED WHEN NO ONE WAS LOOKING.       BOB LAVERTY HAD A HELI-WORM HE CALLED DOLLY. IT WAS GREEN AND CARRIED ON PHOTOSYNTHESIS. SOMETIMES IT MOVED TO GET INTO BETTER LIGHT AND WHEN IT DID SO IT COILED ITS WORMLIKE BODY AND INCHED ALONG VERY SLOWLY LIKE A TURNING HELIX.      ONE DAY, JIM SLOANE CHALLENGED BOB LAVERTY TO A RACE. 'MY TEDDY', HE SAID, 'CAN BEAT YOUR DOLLY.'    'YOUR TEDDY', SCOFFED LAVERTY,'DOESN'T MOVE.'     'BET!' SAID SLOANE. THE WHOLE CREW GOT INTO THE ACT. EVEN THE CAPTAIN RISKED HALF A CREDIT. EVERYONE BET ON DOLLY. AT LEAST IT MOVED.    JIM SLOANE COVERED IT ALL. HE HAD BEEN SAVING HIS SALARY THROUGH THREE TRIPS AND HE PUT EVERY MILLICREDIT OF IT ON TEDDY.      THE RACE STARTED AT ONE END OF THE GRAND SALON. AT THE OTHER END, A HEAP OF SUGAR HAD BEEN PLACED FOR TEDDY AND A SPOTLIGHT FOR DOLLY. DOLLY FORMED A COIL AT ONCE AND BEGAN TO SPIRAL ITS WAY VERY SLOWLY TOWARDS THE LIGHT. THE WATCHING CREW CHEERED IT ON.     TEDDY JUST SAT THERE WITHOUT BUDGING.   'SUGAR, TEDDY. SUGAR', SAID SLOANE, POINTING. TEDDY DID NOT MOVE. IT LOOKED MORE LIKE A ROCK THAN EVER, BUT SLOANE DID NOT SEEM CONCERNED. FINALLY, WHEN DOLLY HAD SPIRALLED HALFWAY ACROSS THE SALON, JIM SLOANE SAID CASUALLY TO THE ROCKETTE, 'IF YOU DON'T GET OUT THERE, TEDDY, I'M GOING TO GET A HAMMER AND CHIP YOU INTO PEBBLES.'    THAT WAS WHEN PEOPLE FIRST DISCOVERED THAT ROCKETTES COULD READ MINDS. THAT WAS ALSO WHEN PEOPLE FIRST DISCOVERED THAT ROCKETTES COULD TELEPORT."                    END OF STORY & BYE FROM TBC.                    NOW OVER TO HYPNOSIS AGAIN..... I AM GOING TO END THIS SCROLLTEXT WITH THE MAGIC WORDS:                    HAVE FUN & ENJOY AMIGA. Ć½dNO, ENJOY-STICK YOUR AMIGA AND GOOD BYE AND THANK YOU FOR READING........