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MISSION: SURVIVAL - ESCAPE FROM TITAN
You're an Operative in the claustrophobic terminally ill city of (Misplaced) Optimism, the last crater cluster on barren mined-out Titan. Scan comms channels for salvage or sabotage jobs, aim to better your reputation, gain credit, enhance your Moth (your ship, your only real asset) and escape.
WHERE ALL TIME TURNS INTO NEVER
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Hardwar MARK I tested gameplay features
true 3-d city
dynamic flight engine
multiple vehicle choice
personalised flight interface
TRADE UP OR TRADE IN
HARDW(A)R PC / V FINAL.2
TRUE 3-D FLIGHT
MASS DOG FIGHTS
ON THE BARREN MOON TITAN, WITHIN THE CITY OF (MISPLACED) OPTIMISM, SCAVENGER OPERATORS AND RAM-RUNNERS FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT TO COURIER THE LAST OF TITAN'S WORTHLESS RICHES. CAUGHT BETWEEN THE POWERPLAYS OF NEO-FEUDAL CORPORATIONS AND MUTANT UNDERWORLD CARTELS, THERE IS ONLY ONE ESCAPE. OFF-PLANET. ...YOU'RE GOING TO NEED ALL THE HARDWAR(E) YOU CAN GET.
WELCOME TO TITAN. 00614.25.X-23 YOUR GUIDES:// TDR: SYSTEM23
MAKE IT SO
PRE MINE-CORP™ OPTIMISM
GREMLIN GAME NET http://www.gremlin.co.uk
Hardweb://wwwrandom interactive missions
communications and trading
full network options
The cold sun rises. as it does every day, scarcely illuminating the cold metal of the buildings around you, tacky neon lights fizz in the pale light. day has no definition against night here. every day is the same. you feel your stomach churn and you balk as the rotting stench of this barren moon fills your head. the radio crackles into life next to you. bringing the only optimism you have ever known. you hear the DJ Chatter and start to visualise another person's nightmares. your harsh reality begins to fade. you feel the last thread of humanity snap inside you. only one goal now. only one hope. the single mindedness will take you closer to your demons and destroy your soul. other life is worthless to you and can be disregarded. you must escape this planet that binds you.
MISSIONS FOR FUTURE GREED
TACTICAL CARTELS vs YOU, FEEL THE HATRED
THE SOUND TRACK TO THE REAL WORLD
Contributed by PolloDiablo (16472) on Oct 18, 2010.
Factions have formed in the intervening years and a political and military stalemate has evolved, organisations hoard and grudgingly trade the scarce resources in an attempt to survive, all the time, they watch for a break which may tilt the balance of power in their favour.
The factions themselves are not the wholesome corporations they once were. Their distrust has led to the use of some extremely unorthodox methods, always keeping the power and control among a select few. Centuries of interbreeding, mass cloning, genocidal class cleansing, sterilisation and other spiteful operations have all contributed to shape a race which can only tenuously be labelled 'Human'. After two hundred years of isolation, the inhabitants have become both morally and genetically corrupt. Little will motivate these souls, but there is one common desire: To leave this cold, harsh rock.
Those who earn their wings can make a good living, whether they work as traders, or become entwined in the ferocious power struggle that has emerged from the ever growing social tension. Information, thoughts, feelings and rumours are echoed around the city by the neutral, but informative Hardwarp FM. For many, it's a way of holding onto sanity, but for others? It's an opportunity...
Contributed by Jack Lightbeard (2653) on Nov 08, 2004.
On the barren moon Titan, within the city of Misplaced Optimism, scavenger operators and ram-runners fight for the right to courier the last of Titan's worthless riches............
Contributed by cuchulainn (17) on Jul 17, 2000.