Alien Shooter Vengeance-ViTALiTY-PC GAME

Alien Shooter Vengeance (c) CDV



Protection ...: SecuROM 7.30



Date ...........: March 2760 Number of Discs .........: 2



GAME NOTES



For the first half of the 21st century, the war on terror

became a global phenomena as more blatant and frenzied

attacks struck deeper into the lives of common people.

Inevitably, the pressure from public outcry to stop the

madness grew to an irresistible level the military forces

of the world slowly but steadily retooled their outlooks,

weapons, and tactics to combat people who were willing to

die for their cause.



By 2100, the world was more or less at peace, with

continued discord in some regions as modernized military

forces sought to track down and destroy the remaining

terrorist cells that continued to fight and harass

civilian and military alike. Regardless, as this war began

to wane, it slowly moved out of the publics eye, and they

began to pick up the pieces and try to make better lives

for themselves. Not since the years following World War II

had such prosperity been felt across the planet even

war-ravaged regions received a Marshall Plan of sorts,

having their infrastructures built up far beyond what they

ever were before.



As prosperity grew, so too did the ventures of capitalism.

In this day and age, science was the new capitalism,

fueling the growth of amazing new technologies. The first

high-profile ventures into the creation of a viable

fusion energy source, an offshoot of the efforts of the

aging multinational oil companies, began in 2105 in the

United States, with the backing of billions of dollars in

venture and government capital. The International Power

Initiative of 2112, an agreement among nations investing

in the fusion power project, but eventually including many

hundreds of other projects based on energy, radically

restructured how science was to approach new energy

sources. The level of freedom granted to a group of

corporations might have been dangerous one hundred years

ago, but it was felt that today since there was not a

rivalry in the race to find the secrets of fusion power

first, that giving a corporation autonomy to do what it

needed to do would foster creativity and growth on an

unheard-of scale.



It didnt.



Some corporations took the spirit of the intent behind the

International Power Initiative to heart, but a few did

not. Old habits greed, lust for power died hard, and

the freedoms that the Initiative afforded caused a

cancerous growth of selfishness to seep into some. One

major corporation founded on the west coast of the United

States in 2116 M.A.G.M.A. Energy Corporation was

responsible for tooling some of the machinery that would

harness the power of a fusion reaction.

M.A.G.M.A. which stood for Multinational Atomic

next-Generation Millennium Augury had one of the more

lucrative and high-end jobs out of all the corporations

formed for this international project. As a result, some

in power saw a potential for creating possibilities out of

the materials provided possibilities that ended in

massive profit, at any rate. Soon, M.A.G.M.A. had created

dozens of branches throughout its West Coast empire,

creating many massive facilities throughout the northern

California wilderness.



By 2158, the corporations of the world had made

significant progress and were projecting being less than a

generation away from a pure, safe source of fusion energy.

Despite this, a few continued to worry over the carte

blanche given to the corporations under the Initiative.

However, the constant good publicity, as well as secrecy,

around so many of these projects fueled the worry of a few

that would be involved if anything went wrong.



Many of these worriers, including General Francis J.

Baker, commander of the US I Corps in Ft. Lewis,

Washington, wondered how soon the military would be called

out to help clean up the disaster when something big took

out half of the West Coast.



The M.A.G.M.A. Energy Corporation had delved into energy

technologies that created a new generation of laser

firearms, which was still in its infancy but of great

interest to the Pentagon and other governments including

those terror cells that never fully died. The laser weapon

technology that M.A.G.M.A. was leading was a story that

had been reported throughout the world and had been

noticed. With such weapons, those in dark places whispered

to each other, we could change the balance of power. We

must do it before the hated oppressors turn them against

us.



Terrorist activity across the globe had declined except in

small, remote areas, far from the west coast of the United

States and even farther from the publics eye. Over that

time, the remaining groups nursed their hatreds and

planned for when the time would be right to reawaken a

global revolution.



Something else had planned, too... something far darker

than anything a terrorist could imagine, something far

more dangerous than any world government could possibly

comprehend. It boiled and rolled in ecstasy over its

discovery, its excitement barely contained at the

expectation of the juicy, warm power awaiting it just

beyond the gate.



On that same May night in 2161, it struck.



Terrorists selected and attacked a relatively

out-of-the-way facility of the M.A.G.M.A. Energy

Corporation, located deep in the rolling forested hills of

northern California, one of the main sites for the

creation of energy weapons. Overpowering the bored gate

guards was a simple task, as was silencing their screams.

The gate slid open, and in they poured. Not having faced

any security breach of any kind for fifty years had made

the security component of these facilities extremely lax,

and no alarm was raised, no steel doors slammed shut.



And then, It came.



The Gate boiled and rolled, deep inside the M.A.G.M.A.

Energy Corporation facility, as hundreds upon hundreds of

employees and family raced and panicked over the alarms

that finally blared in response to the terrorist attack.

It smothered the air around it, sucking those unfortunate

few nearby into its dark embrace, which made it stronger,

larger. A few security personnel, responding to the odd

reports from the scientists and family, men, women, and

children, screaming and running for their lives, found it

at the end of a large vehicular hallway, a black mass that

pulsed like a heart. Tendrils, as dark as night, slid

outward and into the walls, ceiling, and floors, seeking,

touching, killing feasting. And yet, that was not

enough. The presence of so many carbon life forms would

have made it weep with joy, had it tears to shed. It

released the Host, much as a mother would release a baby

to allow it to crawl across a floor in search of a

favorite toy.



The security guards that were unfortunate enough to be so

good at their jobs as to be there, saw a creeping, rolling

mass of unholy creatures come out of the blackness some

were spider-like with bladed legs and massive fangs,

others that walked on what seemed to be hind legs,

dinosaur-like, but the most hellish version of any

dinosaur any of them had seen. So many came out that the

ceiling, floor, and walls were black with racing legs, all

seeking the delicious flesh in front of them... the Gate

pulsed with pride as it sought the incredible energy,

sucking it down, feeding its ability to guide the Host

into this world, which would keep the carbons at bay while

it sought to help the Queen turn the planet into a

husk... The terrorists were not stupid. They found the

central security core and sealed the base off from the

outside, to ensure that no scientists would escape they

knew families were here, knew that they would be excellent

leverage when prying the secrets of the laser weapons out

of them. The screams that filtered in through the complex

had been going on for some time, but nobody noticed one

monitor that showed the alien forms tearing a handful of

security guards apart far below.



The Host spread throughout the complex like wildfire,

feasting upon the humans, tearing through doors and

partitions to get at the soft, tasty meat that cowered in

fear. The Gate continued to eat power, enough to finally

obey the bidding of the Queen, whom it had been studiously

trying to put off as it reveled in the delicious feast of

its own. The Queen would not stand for it, as her children

needed her attention. She stepped through the Gate, much

to the disappointment of the latter, for this meant it

would have to go, to search for a new world while the

Queen assimilated this one. The Gate would be able to come

back if it needed more power, but for now, it was no

longer needed. With a flash of anger, the Gate dissolved

upon itself.



M.A.G.M.A. response teams sent to the facility noted the

gate had been opened they secured the outer compound and

closed the gate, sealing it, posting guards. They noted

the entrances were locked, and had their tech people begin

to work around the problem. Damn computer problems, they

thought. Meanwhile, they continued to try to raise the

interior, with no result. The calls from the outside

alerted the terrorists, who had made no progress so far in

finding their quarry, at about the same time that part of

the Host boiled up onto their floor. Frantically, the few

hundred terrorists securing that level defended

themselves, tearing the creatures into exploding bags of

bloody jelly, but for every one that fell two more took

its place. The hydra-like mass of evil swarmed over the

terrorists, tearing them limb from limb, consuming in the

process.Outside, the tech guys finally had the doors about

open, when another one finally managed to tap into the

interiors camera system.

Their jaws dropped at the incredible carnage, and watched

helplessly as small groups of skittering, spider-like

creatures chased small knots of people down blood-smeared

hallways...



Holy God, the officer in charge said. Err, Gossett, go

ahead and re-lock those doors. We gotta re-stage and call

in some heavy artillery. With an empty feeling in the

pits of their stomachs and their knees like water, they

packed their gear they numbered twenty men total, half

the complement of this facility, and from what they saw,

theyd need an army to even think about going back in.



Just before the monitors were turned off, a tech guy

caught an image of a bloody teddy bear leaning awkwardly

against a wall. He snipped the image off, his mind reeling

M.A.G.M.A., not having much of a security back-up force to

count on, took the recorded images of inside the facility

and immediately put the call in to the military. General

Baker, who had for a decade been preparing himself and his

men for something, anything, sprung into action. It took

two days to gather a large force armed with the most

modern firepower and body armor the military could

provide. Without higher authority, General Baker led the

column to the south and into the unknown. Reports

continued to filter in during their journey, and other

M.A.G.M.A. facilities went dark. What the hell was going

on?



They arrived a day later, the highway cops along the route

clearing as much traffic as they could. When a M.A.G.M.A.

representative asked what she and her corporation could do

to help, General Baker flashed her a hooded look. Get

body bags. And all the security personnel you can. Call in

favors, if you have to, get whomever you can and get them

fast. He hesitated, then handed her a list. Heres some

people that have done some... work for us in the past. I

know them and can vouch for them. Youll have to pay

through the nose, but theyre well worth it, trust me.



Nodding vacantly, the representative, still shaken from

the image she saw a few minutes ago of the bloody teddy

bear, pulled her cellular phone out and began to dial

Personnel back in San Francisco. She hoped theyd have the

checkbooks ready, judging from some of these peoples

descriptions...



Your phone rings. You ignore it, exhausted from a long

week. Money was getting scarce, and the prospects of

finding a real job has kept you up late with worry for

weeks. The phone stopped ringing after the twentieth

ring... paused... and rang again. Growling, you answer the

phone. What you hear barely registers in your

sleep-deprived mind, but your fingers ache in

anticipation. Real work. A real enemy. And General Baker,

he was good people. Finishing the conversation, you hang

up, fire up your laptop, and find the e-mail from

M.A.G.M.A. that includes all the information you need.

Now, if you could only remember if you had plugged your

SUV in for recharging last night...



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