Every effort was made to withdraw the game from the public domain as quickly as possible but the scaremongering was already out in force and a lot of the children were queueing up or daring their friends to play this supposedly nightmarish game. It may sound laughable now but please bear in mind that this was 25 years ago when the Video Game Industry was in it's infancy. One of the senior employees that I knew very well contacted me to tell me that it caused immense ripples of panic throughout the company who were of the opinion that they had "created a monster" as such. We received heartening collated playtesting figures and were then told that the game would receive a temporary limited release which bouyed us significantly but shortly after, we received terrible news - a thirteen year old boy from the Lloyd District of Portland, Oregon had suffered an Epileptic Fit while playing the game, only six days after the machines had literally been installed. We then received a phonecall stating that the intense and engrossing gameplay of this new step was very much an unknown quantity so the game was put back several months due to divided opinion within their board of directors, much to our consternation for breaking our backs to finish it on time. The company couldn't have been happier and we all thought we were on the verge of something very special indeed. The inspiried graphics combined with the puzzle elements and scintilating gameplay was something to behold - we playtested it for hours and hours and it certainly was an addictive game that was well loved professionally and recreationally by all that played it. We were approached around 1980 by a Southern American company that shall remain nameless for legal purposes to develop an idea they had for producing an Arcade Game with a puzzle element that centred around a new approach to Video Game Graphics.
Sinneschlossen was a company set up by myself and several oter mainly amateur programmers in 1978 that worked on component parts for Printed Circuit Boards that saw programming as a limited but very profitable sideline. My name is Steven Roach who is primarily based in the Czech Republic. Comment: "I think it's about time I laid this to rest, however entertaining the speculation. Statement from a member of their creative team (taken from ):īy stevenroach. We were married later that day, but an old aqquaintance showed up without an invitation: Polybius! I freed the Gojira monster from it's trance, and it became my best friend. They were being attacked by a giant Gojira monster! I started to fight it, but I realized: It had a mind control device on the back of its head. Upon crashing, I was shocked to see a bunch of Czechoslovakianeeseianish people, running away. But little did I know, that they were following me with a fleet of flying DeLoreans! They shot me down somewhere over Prague, Czechoslovakia. But they didn't realize that I had rigged their leader with a 6 Megaton Hydrogen Bomb! I grabbed Albert Brooks, and my trusty jetpack, and flew away, to the planet of Coruscant. But they had responded by kidnapping one of our own: Albert Brooks. So I whipped out my convieniently placed salami log (And I mean the sandwhich meat, you dirty, dirty, dirty perverts!), and held their leader hostage. all over the place (Messy, messy, messy!). But then, Amish people started to attack the arcade. So, it then occured to me that I could unplug the machine, so I did, and it let out a horrible scream, then it dematerialized.
So then all of these ninjas came over and stabbed James Bond with a double bladed Insuto Fish commando sword with a Tsun-Tai combo move. Afterward, the game ripped out Roger Rabbit's intestines, and hung the arcade manager with them. Roger Rabbit then in turn whipped out UZIs and tried to blow it back to Atari headquarters (curse you Nolan Bushell).
Polybius was looming over my placenta, when James Bond smashed into the arcade in his Aston-Martin DB5, and enlisted the help of Roger Rabbit. So he called James Bond and told him to get his spy gear and get ready to attack an arcade game that was killing innocent pets/babies/children/astronauts.
The arcade man tried to stop it, but he couldn't, but he knew who could: Bond, James Bond. So then I started to play the game again and suddenly a life sized cutout of Jared the subway guy attacked my dog and beat it to death. Once, I played Polybius, then, Freddy Kreuger popped out, and ripped out my trachea.
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