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If your life was a computer game, who would the end of game baddie be?
-- MysticZed, The Mad Medium (firstname.lastname@example.org), September 07, 1999
I think, probably that... thing from Zool that was made out of lollies. Yes. I suppose not many people remember Zool, though. Anyway. Sugar would have to be the death of me. Alternately, that bull-man creature from Rodland. He turned into a little calf when you'd beaten him. Extremely cute. (No other reason, really.)
-- Venom (email@example.com), September 07, 1999.
It'd be one of those things that nobody can beat. The really really nasty things. Cause you have to die at the end of your life. So That's that. Or, alternately sometime that's still kinda cute, like King Koopa from the first Mario Brothers, or one of those reeeeeaally heauge sorts of things in Bubble Bobble.
-- Topia (firstname.lastname@example.org), September 08, 1999.
I think that the bottom left corner of the final screen would start to go dark, and the blackness would spread in the same way that a paper tissue unravels when touched by the glowing tip of a cigarette. No matter where you stood, the black stain would eventually reach you and the game would be over.
I guess that's not really an "end of level baddie", as such, but it is how I would end the game of my life.
-- Julian Morrow (email@example.com), September 08, 1999.
Two words: Jonathan Warnes.
-- Maeggo, Queen of Darkness (firstname.lastname@example.org), September 08, 1999.
Yes, Jonneth is a good idea. My life... um, Adam Parore. (smiles at Sash) Definitely Jon.
-- Flinken of Doom (bwaha!) (email@example.com), September 08, 1999.
Hmmm..... My life. I=Uhhh.... I'd have to say a really big bee or wasp. Or maybe my 6th grade math teacher
-- Beatrice the Flying Poodle (firstname.lastname@example.org), September 08, 1999.
Probably Robert Smith. The challenge would be not fighting him, but keeping from throwing myself at him. D'oh! Either that or my most vicious and spiteful enemy, Myself.
-- Twi (email@example.com), September 10, 1999.
Definitely my gym teacher. Wait a second, make that ex-gym teacher. I never have to endure one of his Phys. Ed. classes again! But anyway, he would hit you with hockey sticks, tackle you, kick you, and yes, even elbow you to death. Unless you beat him with large, kind words. Especially apologizing a lot. Enough so that he would go crazy and run out of the room hitting himself with his hockey stick.
-- Sarah Yoj (firstname.lastname@example.org), September 11, 1999.
i think the end of game baddie would be my dad saying "im very dissapointed. you fucked that up didnt you?" by the way, life does flash before your eyes before you die. its called living.
-- Phil Allen (email@example.com), September 14, 1999.
Mine would be not unlike the final scenario of Zelda 2. It would be a battle with, well, me.
-- mil (firstname.lastname@example.org), October 08, 1999.