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Title                   : ACADEMY.WAD  
Author                  : Tony Bruno
                        : Eric Thorell (greatmus.wad)
                        : Whoever made BUTT.WAD

Email Address           : bruno@badlands.nodak.edu
                        : thorell@badlands.nodak.edu

Misc. Author Info       : "Barney is Nyarlathotep
                           He is an evil thing
                           And if you pray to Barney
                           You will make Cthulu king!

                           Barney is Nyarlathotep
                           Barney is a demon
                           Barney likes to
                           Eat your friends
                           And listen to 'em
                           Screamin'!"

                           -- With apologies to H.P. Lovecraft and
                              Arkham House, of course.
                        

Description             :Ever wonder where all of those soldiers you
                        :have to kill come from?  Well, your curiosity
                        :got the best of you, and you decided to find out.

                        :Bad idea.


                        :On a visit to the Aubrey Penhew Military Academy,
                        :you were horrified to learn that the entire campus
                        : -- faculty, staff, and students -- have been
                        :taken over by those Nefarious Demons From Beyond
                        :Space and Time. You were stripped of your gear,
                        :smacked around, and made to watch twelve straight
                        :hours of "Fantasy Island" re-runs.

                        :Bummer.

                        :After enduring a half day of your one-time comrades
                        :kneeling on their knees making "'da plane!  'da plane!"
                        :jokes, you were ready saw off your ears with a butter
                        :knife.  Just as you were eyeying your plastic utensils,
                        :the Sgt.-in-charge dashed in and announced that
                        :the parade-in-review was about to start.

                        :You were unceremoniously thrown into a basement storage
                        :room, your only company in the sudden solitude being
                        :the pounding of your heart and the remembered sound of
                        :Ricardo Montobaln spewing platitudes to the half-crazed
                        :Tatoo.

                        :Around you, the once-dapper cadets could be heard
                        :readying their soiled uniforms for a twisted
                        :version of the weekly pass-in-review. You were about
                        :to turn inward to try to decide if Tatoo and Mr. Rourke's
                        :relationship was a mere working one or somehow something
                        :more, when you realized that the griping of the cadets around
                        :you had a decidedly dark tone to it. That alone was of little
                        :surprise -- after all, they were possessed and all -- but
                        :you'd been in the marines long enough to hear the truth behind
                        :the growling, screeching, pea-soup-spitting words.

                        :The academy had a serious morale problem.

                        :Hope jolted your heart.  You could use this knowledge.  If only...

                        :That was when your hand touched the smooth barrel of the shotgun.

                        :You grinned evily.  Now it was time to pay those bastards back.
                        :You decided as you strode towards the door that, if there were
                        :enough left alive, you'd make them watch "Starsky and Hutch"...
                        :in German.

                        :With thoughts of Phillip Michael Glasier spouting
                        :"Du!  Kommen Sie hier!", you pressed the door and watched as it
                        :started sliding upwards...


Additional Credits to   : The makers of DoomEd.
                        : "The DOOM Companion" for showing that this *is*
                        : a real hobby now.
                        : ID, for making stop and look at how buildings
                        : are constructed.

                        

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* Play Information *

Episode and Level #     : E1M1
Single Player           : Yes 
Cooperative 2-4 Player  : Yes 
Deathmatch 2-4 Player   : Yes - YES YES!!! 
Difficulty Settings     : Not implemented - Not needed
New Sounds              : Yes.  BUTT.WAD (seemed appropriate for an Academy)
New Graphics            : No
New Music               : Yes. (Greatmus.wad)
Demos Replaced          : None

* Construction *

Base                    : New level from scratch
Build Time              : 15 hours (includes PLAYtesting)
Editor(s) used          : DoomEd.
Known Bugs              : Some pink lines, occasional and hard-to-repeat
                        : HOM.


* Copyright / Permissions *

Authors MAY use this level as a base to build additional
levels, with the following condition:

          They must send a uuencoded copy of the level(s) to each of us
          at the above e-mail addresses.

You MAY distribute this WAD, provided you include this file, with
no modifications.  You may distribute this file in any electronic
format (BBS, Diskette, CD, etc) as long as you include this file 
intact.


* Where to get this WAD *

FTP sites: ftp.cdrom.com

BBS numbers: none

Other: via uuencoded e-mail.  Just send a request to bruno@badlands.nodak.edu
