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Title:       Plasma's Requiem
Author:      Tom Giannino
Editor:      BSP
Deathmatch:  Yes
Single Play: No
Reaporbots:  Yes
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The History:

Sometime during the remaining quarter of the 3rd age, the final 
vestiges of the human race fell under the power of the last of the
three Lords,Nbatou, and darkness covered the scorched earth. 
Bill Plasma, a haggard veteran of 30 years and leader of the 114th 
assault squadron, lead his team on one final crusade on Nbatou's 
stronghold. Knowing full well that they would fall in the campaign, 
the ill-fated 114th entered the castle and waged a war on Nbatou's inner 
circle of warriors.
Within a matter of hours, the team fell under the dark magics of 
Nbatou's wizards and only Plasma stood, bloodied and near death, amongst 
the corpses of his comrades.
With only a slight spark of sanity left within him, he charged, hewing 
his way through the demon horde until he came at last to the great doors 
of Nbatou's study.
From within Plasma heard the deafening sounds of music, "Mozart", he 
realized, and the haunting chords brought to him a saneness that he 
thought long past. He opened the doors and stepped into the study where 
he stood face to face with Lord Nbatou, the first human ever to face Her 
in person.
The two battled, and at the dawn of the third day, Bill Plasma fell to 
his knees in final defeat.
Nbatou stared upon the broken body of the fallen warrior and found 
within his soul only the need for war and death, a man stripped of 
all emotion. Filled with a sudden wave of admiration and pity for the 
warrior's dark soul, She reached into the void and pulled him back from 
the darkness and into the half light of existence.
A gift, She would give to this man, the last of his race and a foe 
worthy of respect.
She waved her clawed hand over the man's soul and created for him a 
place where he could live for eternity, doing what he craved most 
in life....... fight.
Plasma's eyes opened slowly to reveal a strange room, one far different 
from Nabatou's fortress. His wounds were gone and he felt strong, 
"Why had she healed me?" He wondered. Without warning, from somewhere
within the maze, he heard the familiar crackle of multiple spawn 
signatures, the thud of combat boots on moist brick and the 
clicking of ammo charges being collected. He knew where he was. 
A smile slowly crossed his face......the first in many years.

"And one day", Nabatou thought. "When the last human remains were long
since ash." She would allow him back into the light.........
to continue his private war. 

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Installation:

Download Plasma's Requiem to the quake/id1/maps directory. At the tilde
key type, MAP PLASMA.
If you have the CD....Mozart's Requiem provides the ideal mood.
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Please e-mail me at TomPG@gis.net with any comments.