Tracer: difinitely the original awesome Battlezone
Gopher: I got noooo idea, but I wanna know.
I have to assume that mine was too obvious, hence no one has responded 
The tunnels are dark and slimy.
The viscera of a thousand dragons lies splattered and rotting across my white environmetal suit, all victims of my pressure-gun. The satisfaction I get from seeing their bellies explode is rivalled only by my fury as the last one flees, denying me a perfect mission.
Damn you, dragons, DAMN YOU!
Gopher: I’ll guess C&C Tiberium Sun, because that’s the only one I know of with grenediers.
Bryan Ekers: Dig Dug?
Hmm… Nobody’s guessed mine yet, so I’ll just give it away: Sacrifice.
And now, I’ve put said “Borf!” script (or at least script treatment) online:
http://home.netcom.com/~rogermw/stories/Borf.html
Kill me now.
“Of course I’ve been eating them! What did you expect me to do, shove them up my ass?!?”
First off, Drastic’s ICO and Menocchio’s Super Mario Brothers were awesome!
desperately-scribbled note found somewhere outside of Palette Town:
To whomever finds this note: Please please help! I was inside the cave near my home forest, foraging for enough food to support my wife and children through the coming winter, when suddenly I was set upon by a series of strange creatures. Before I could regain my senses, I was burned by flames and jolted with horrible bursts of electricity. Then, just as suddenly, there was a bright light, and I was trapped in eternal darkness.
I cannot move, I cannot breathe. I see the light only when my captor sees fit to “choose” me for his subhuman bloodsports. I’m sent to attack strange creatures, each coming at me with the dazed stare of bewilderment and desperation that I can only assume I share. Each time I’m allowed into the light, the surroundings are more and more foreign; I must be miles away from my home by now. I’ve tried to reason with my captor, but he simply smiles and nods and calls me his “friend,” then captures me in my tiny prison and occasionally releases me to savage other innocent beasts he encounters.
And then he tells of how he is going to help me “evolve.” The irony is not lost on me.
I may well be beyond saving. But please, don’t let this demented maniac subject any others to my horrible fate. I fear that he will not stop until he’s captured us all!
[Chinpokomon]
“I must buy them all!”
[/Chinpokomon]
Scuba_Ben – Bard’s Tale One! What a great game!
We were relatively inexperienced, but we thought it might be worth making a go of this adventuring business – it seemed to make the survivors quite a lot of money. So we went to the Marktplaz, hoping to get a few contracts from the extraordinarily reputable banks and trading houses.
We stopped by the Hansa first, having a hunch that they might have a bit of extra work. Greatest luck! Not only do they want us to work for them, they’re going to be paying us ten florins for our service! Granted, we’re going to have to sack an entire fortress for the money, but they’ve lent us a whole extra person – a nice gent called Hanse who happens to be far more experienced than we are in every conceivable way.
Figuring that we might find another contract in town (one, perhaps, that doesn’t involve laying siege to a castle with five people outside and likely at least dozens inside) we stop by the Fuggers. Amazingly enough, they have a contract for us as well!
“I need you to go to Leipzig. There is a scroll there that I am interested in – a holy relic, in fact.”
“Er…what do you want with a holy relic, sir?”
“That’s none of your business.”
I glanced over at Sister Marguerite. Apparently, she has no problem with this.
“Okay…well, where is this scroll in Leipzig?”
“In the Hanseatic League building. I don’t care what you have to do, just get it.”
I looked at Hanse. Apparently, he has no problem with this.
Later:
Well, we’re a bunch of national heroes here in Luneberg. I think it’s time to go out again, see if we can find some more satanic villages to put to the torch and unkind noble lords we can murder. And we can always come back – they love us here!
Wait – that kid is trying to pick Gretch’s pocket. And she’s shouting, and running after him…and now the guard’s alerted. Good, they’ll go after the boy – why are they running at us?
Well, we’ll surrender, obviously!
And…they look confused. Well, so do we. But they’re dragging us to jail anyway.
Sister Marguerite is weeping, Gretch is pacing madly, and Markward is staring out the window. I’m keeping my temper. Surely this has all been a misunderstanding…right?
We wait for the magistrate for three days. He finally shows up, and we get to plead our case…at which point he shakes his head and says “There is only one punishment for your crimes – you will be put to death.”
“For what?”
“You mean, you do not know?”
“All I know is we were just trying to walk out of the city when…”
“If you do not know, I will not tell you.”
[Oooh, I know a good one! This wasn’t a computer game, originally, but there are several computer versions of it available now:]
I stood rigidly in place, peaceably hoeing my field. My field was like every other farm in the kingdom: perfectly square, the exact size as every other field, and filled with the whitest wheat stalks you have ever seen. Well, okay, I lied when I said that every other farm in the kingdom was exactly like mine: sure, the other farms were all the same size and shape, but all the farms surrounding a white-wheat-filled field like mine were required by law to contain only the blackest of barley stalks. As seen from above, the kingdom must have looked like a tiled gridwork of alternating white and black squares, spanning a height of 8 farms from north to south and a width of 8 farms from east to west.
I also lied then I called this “the” kingdom. There were two kings vying for this land. Neither king would stop until the other was utterly vanquished, and we peasant men were little more than pawns in their great war. For myself, I didn’t care who won, I didn’t care who was my king, but I also knew that I had been cursed from birth to swear allegiance to the king on whose side of “the” kingdom I had been born nearer to.
As I hoed yet another furrow for my blinding-white wheat, I spied something strange in the distance, five farms away. It looked almost like the tower of a great castle. Yet … it was moving! It was hurtling right toward me. I knew that, as a lowly peasant, I lacked the mobiliy to run as swiftly as this castle tower that thundered toward me now, but I also could tell by the path this jugernaut was travelling that it lacked the ability to move in anything other than a straight line. If I could move even slightly out of the way, just over to the unoccupied farm next door, I would be safe.
Nah, I thought, I’ll just stay here and keep hoeing my field.
My, that castle tower was getting close. Oh well. For some reason I just didn’t want to move. I just kept on hoeing my furrows and –
OOF!
Suddenly, I found myself in a netherworld outside the kingdom. I could see all the inhabitants of the land, both king’s armies, but I now lacked the ability to intervene. That damned castle tower now occupied my farm!
And … and who were these other like-colored captives standing next to me in this netherworld? One of them looked like the local knight that had occasionaly patrolled in great L-shaped patterns near my farmland, until he’d mysteriously disappeared. Had the castle tower gotten him, too? Or had it been one of the two religious leaders who was under the thumb of the opposing king? Of course, when I say he looked like the local knight, I mean he looked like the local knight’s horse. Even now, I found myself unable to glimpse any part of his body other than his horse’s head.
“Too bad you were captured,” the knight’s disembodied voice told me. “If you’d managed to advance another few squares, you would have been a queen.”
The thought unnerved me.
My life is **Pong ** only slower.
The zombies were getting closer. You could hear them just around the corner, moaning about “The Many”. Normally, i would have avoided them, but i had to get to the elevator. Drawing my gun I stepped around the corner, ready to kill or quickload.
Sadly, my gun jammed, and my brain was consumed by my former shipmates. Just like last time. And the time before that.
tracer: nice point of view for a chess game.
foostav: well, the many … will only move in systemshock 2.
Try yourself on this one.
“Gotta be Barbarian” they said. “You have the looks!” they said. “Crom listens to you!” they said. “You should get him that amulet!” they said. So I went. What’s a guy to do? But of course nobody told me about the godforsaken dungeons. And the monsters. And the traps. And that even a treasure chest might try to bite your arm of. Or that you might very well set yourself aflame if you fiddled with all those scrolls that kept lying around.
Okay, admitted, I found that small underground town and the merchants were nice enough (if a little pricy on the uptake), but the watch went all hillinilly when I tried to quench my thirst at one of the fountains. I don’t know what got into them.
And don’t get me started about those archdemons. Fought two of them already… it’s not like anyone ever said anything about any archdemons. Tell you what. As soon as I get that damn amulet Crom and I will have to have a word or two…
athene1765 - Sounds like Darklands (and why has no one ever done a sequel to that one?)
Sorcy: Why, that sounds almost like … NetHack!
Ah, memories…
Someday…
I will have my revenge…B
ut for today, I am a slave. He keeps me cooped up and only let’s me out for his sick twisted gladiatorial games. He forces me to fight and train and train and fight, and for what! So HE can get awards, and accolades and badges. There are many of us in The Masters stables, and someday…someday, we will all have our revenge, but for today, we are slaves
…
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Pika
I should never have put in for a transfer from that other game. It was a real pain getting killed and resurrected ten times every evening (and more at the weekends) but at least I got to meet people and there was an occasional change of dungeon to break the monotony.
But here - Argh !
Now only my eyes can move.
He dithers - will he place it in the box up there, or on top of the other one? My eyes are forced to follow it, up, down, left, right - that’s all I can do …oh here we go!:rolleyes: … he’s put it back. He’s running out of choices but he won’t stop, he won’t give it up. He’s determined to beat his personal best of 32 straight wins.
Bah 
Do some bloody work you tosser… hah! You should have left that six where it was! fool! Now you have only one legal move and I get to flash the screen at you!!
Spartacus: The Video Game? 
Owl: Where did the poor schmuck transfer from that he thought Freecell would be a good career move?
[sub]The Atari 2600 Journey game?[/sub]
:eek:
I am Pikachu!
I am Pikachu!
I am Pikachu!
After my father’s death, I was made Duke. But I knew it would not an be easy task. My father had died in battle and the enemy, a marauding band of orcs, were closing in on Aladda. I had to act quickly. I raided my father’s treasury and managed to raise a couple of units of troops from volunteers in the city. These, combined with the survivors of the my father’s warband, would defend the city.
<Later>
The battle was over! We had won, with few casualties. The orcs were driven off and I had even recovered my father’s enchanted sword. After the battle, one of my father’s officers, who had been away from the city when my father died, had volunteered to serve me. I also recruited another officer to command one of the warbands. Now, I could complete my father’s plan and restore the kingdom. But first, a messenger had reported a hideous monster in a nearby forest, holding hostages. We set out for the forest but my army would not enter – they too were terrified of the monster. My officers weren’t. Together, the three of us entered the forest…