by The_Farwall on Wed Oct 09, 2002 11:45 am
"At the end of the 21st century, the enfeabled race of men where all but extinct. Year after year of war after war had left their society in ruins and their planet nought but a burnt rock. As the centuries turned, it seemed nothing could save mankind from itself, even after all their mistakes, self-destructive urges still surged through their veins. But with one twist, they where saved.
It began in the defunct mineral pits of New Africa, the destitute former miners had long since run out of things to fight for, or so it had seemed. Once again they took up their tools and began to hunt each other, not for food, not for money, this time they played for sport.
As news of the new sport spread, and more and more of the desperate, brave and stupid took part, mankind's final craze was born. Those few remaining who had wealth began to sponsor the games, providing new, advanced weaponry and more intricate arenas in which death could be dealt for the entertainment of the masses.
Now the tournament has reached it's final run, and only the hallowed halls of St Andrews remain.
Will you fight?
Will you survive?
Will your hall be the last bastien of civilised death in man's decaying universe?
Or will your last rites be writ in blood, across the walls of
QUAKE III"
Bit long for a poster?
I just wish I had a copy of Q3 I could play with now :7(
[s]Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way.[/s]