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From: gwg@usa.pipeline.com (William Green)
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Subject: YAOTZIN.WAD: The story
Date: 9 Jul 1996 13:40:59 +0100
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Yaotzin.wad can be downloaded with this URL:  
http://pwp.usa.pipeline.com/~gwg/yaotzin.zip   
   
Here is a couple replies 'Yaotzin.wad (Doom][)' has received;   
Reply #1   
Hello, great level.  Not to copy but, how the hell    
did you get the pillars to spin?  My friend and I    
are perplexed and totally fascinated with the pillars    
that spin. We would like to know if the editor that   
you used had anything to do with the pillars.     
Well, it was great and it was the first level    
that took us over 10 minutes.  I guess we were    
staring at the pillars to much.   
Reply #2   
I just downloaded and tryed yaotzin.wad,  it is    
BEAUTIFUL. It musta taken you and your friend at    
least half a year if not more.  it looks like a id level.     
even better.  i loved the lighting effects.  especially    
the cross with bfall and the reflection of it on the    
floor and ceiling.  i plan to play it more in the future    
and up load it to a local bbs. where i believe it will    
get much attention.  now however, exams are afoot    
and i must study.  Great wad!   
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Story hitherto:   
   
 He was holding in his hand the rotten body of a dead   
man, carrying it in turn from his eyes to his nose and from  
his nose to his mouth; and once it reached his mouth,   
one can guess what did with it. His feet were dipped   
in a huge pool of boiling blood, on the surface of which   
two or three  cautious heads would suddenly rise   
up like tapeworms in a chamber-pot, and   
as suddenly submerge again, swift as an   
arrow. A kick on the bone of the nose was the familiar  
reward for any infringement of regulations occasioned  
by the need to breathe a different atmosphere;   
for after all, these men were not fish. Though amphibious   
at best, they were swimming underwater in this   
vile liquid!... until, finding his hands empty, Yaotzin, Creator,   
with the first two claws of his foot, would grab   
another diver by the neck, as if with pincers, and lift   
him into the air , out of the reddish slime,    
delicious sauce. And this one was treated in the   
same way as his  predecessor. First he ate his head,   
then his legs and arms, and, last of    
all the trunk, until there was nothing left; for he   
crunched the bones as well. And so it continues,  
 for all the hours of his eternity. Sometimes,    
he would shout: I created you, so I have the   
right to do whatever I like    
to you. You have done nothing to me, I do not   
deny it. I am making you    
suffer for my own pleasure.' And he would continue   
his savage meal, moving   
his lower jaw, which in turn moved his   
brain-bespattered beard. Does not    
this last-mentioned detail make your mouth water?  
Cannot whoever wishes    
also eat brains just the same, which taste just   
as good and just as fresh,   
caught less than a quarter of an hour   
before in the lake - the brains of a   
fish? My limbs paralyzed, utterly dumb,   
I contemplated this sight for some   
time. Thrice I nearly keeled over, like a man   
in the throes of an emotion    
which is too strong for him; thrice   
I managed to keep my feet. No fibre of   
my body was still; I must .......... escape.    
Comte de Lautreamont (1846-70)   
                                                                      
Cheers,   
      William