Friday, January 13, 2006
G.A.M.E.S. Continued!
But, back at the cottage, the screen cleared and printed, “G.A.M.E.S. system has been activated. The menu is: Missile Command, Front Line, Project Food. “
Glowinglocks typed in missile command and grabbed a joystick nearby. Just then the three workers entered just in time to see Glowinglocks launching missiles on the screen.
“Oh, my God!” one of them screamed, as Glowinglocks whipped around, “you’ve just activated the Global Annihilation Mass Destruction Execution System!”
One of the workers pulled out a .357 Magnum and shot Trixi in the forehead. Her head exploded against the terminal splashing blood over everything.
The second worker rushed to the terminal and tried to stop the program, but he was too late. The silos roared as the missiles screamed out of their holes.
Moral: Just because a
terminal is
“just right”
doesn’t mean it’s
Just right. It
could be terminal!
G.A.M.E.S.
Searching through old boxes is like stopping to smell the roses. The other day I found a couple of memories involving two of my off springs that you know also. I’d like to share one of them with you today.
In the 1984 Pontiac Students Creative Writing booklet called ‘84 Acorns I found this:
Glowinglocks And The Three U. S. Government Workers
Lesley Jenkins-Pontiac Central, Eleventh Grade
Gold Medalist-Fiction
Once upon a time, sometime before you were born, there was a small girl named Trixi Glowinglocks. Trixi wasn’t really too bright and one day she managed to get herself lost in the forest. She wandered about until she came upon a small cottage and decided to do a little B and E. She walked up the steps to the front door and knocked, but no answer.
“Good. Nobody’s home”, she said. She took out her lock picked and picked the lock. The door slowly swung open. Inside was tons of complicated computer equipment. Her eyes went wide as she stepped in.
Little did Trixi know, but she had stumbled upon the cottage of three U.S. government workers who were out checking their missile silos. She went to the first computer terminal, but the buttons were too big. She went to next terminal, but the screen was too bright. Finally she went to the last terminal and it was just right.
She sat down and looked around and saw the list of passwords. One of the workers had left it out in the open. They were passwords for something called G.A.M.E.S.
“Oh,” she thought, “video games”. She typed in a password. At this Point in time the three U.S. government workers were headed home for lunch.
To be Continued.........