Advertising BlurbsBack of Box - 5200 (US):
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S H O WA quick midnight snack in front of the tube? Unfortunately, hidden under a pepperoni particle, you didn't see the slender slice of anchovy. Then, with a roaring rush, your eyelids crash. And, as sleep overwhelms...
Gastric juices grind. Gallant dreams dissolve. Space objects streak. Ice cream sandwiches scream. Party bow ties pound. Radial tires rage. Steaming irons scorch. Space dice storm.
And that's just the beginning of the madness. Welcome to MegaMania™, a space nightmare.
Winner of the 1983 Award for Most Humorous Home/Arcade game.
Steve Cartwright's classic bestseller has now been adapted for the Atari® 5200™ by Glyn Anderson.
For one or two players.
Contributed by Joshua J. Slone (4621) on Jun 26, 2007.
(A SPACE NIGHTMARE)
CONCEIVED AND DESIGNED BY STEVE CARTWRIGHT
FOR ONE OR TWO PLAYERS
Imagine being the hard-working pilot of an intergalactic space cruiser. After a tough day in the cosmos, you naturally stop off for a little snack.
Two deluxe pepperoni pizzas and a quart of chocolate mint ice cream later, you're beginning to see things funny. Somehow, you manage to make it home, falling fast asleep. But, your sweet dreams quickly turn into some kind of nightmare. A space nightmare. It's called MegaMania.
In this nightmare, you're under attack by some of the most outrageous objects you could ever imagine. Hostile hamburgers, demonic diamonds, sinister steam irons, belligerent bow ties, and the ultimate enemy...space dice. It's the most bizarre gang of intergalactic flotsam and jetsam ever organized.
And the better you get, the meaner they get. Just when you think you've blasted the sky free of these crazy attackers, they're back in new disguises. The colors change, the patterns change, and so do the tactics.
As your nightmare gets wilder and wilder, you'll be begging for mercy from--MegaMania by ACTIVISION!
Contributed by Joshua J. Slone (4621) on Mar 06, 2004.
Megamania, Activision's obsessive space nightmare, is making new waves. You're asleep at the controls of your spacecraft when legions of hostile hamburgers, bow ties, steam irons, space dice, ice cream sandwiches, diamond rings, radial tires, and ladybugs creep into your conscience. Blast them away or you'll fry!
Contributed by RKL (5606) on Dec 15, 2003.