| I'm an Atari ST guy myself, so now we can never be friends... But I gave you an upvote either way. ;) Jk, I had a lot of fun with Amigas too, when I grew up. I remember pitching my tent in somewhere in the deep forests of Västra Götaland in Sweden. I had found the perfect spot with a soft, mossy surface. Little did I know that I'd get no sleep at all, due to the entire place being infested with rodents running like mad underneath before I got into real trouble. When it started to dusk, I noticed slow thumping and the cracking of twigs beyond the small hill across the road not far from me, so I unzipped the opening and stuck my head out of the tent to see what was going on. Then after a while, some majestic antlers crested the hill, and the biggest moose I've ever seen appeared before me. It was clearly minding its own business and having a great day. Until it saw me, that is. It stopped dead in its tracks while ogling me. Then it snarled and sighed heavily, kind of like Sprocket - the dog in the Fraggle Rock Show - would make when fed up. It was clearly annoyed. Then it slowly turned, and trotted the other way, obviously quite irritated by having met some dumb camper. During the night it got much worse, however. Except now it was pitch black. Suddenly I noticed the thumping again, from the same direction as earlier. And it was coming closer. But this time, when I stuck my head out of the tent, I couldn't see anything. The night was pitch black. I couldn't even make out the stars in the sky. So, I quickly decided that it was a bad idea to light the torch. I didn’t want to become the only lighted target in all that darkness. Meanwhile twigs were cracking. And the thumping just became louder and louder, and closer and closer. Thump.... Thump.... Crack some twigs.... Thump.... It was really slow, but also deliberate. And it was clearly headed straight for my tent, even though I couldn't see anything in the dark. For each thump the dread in me kept increasing. At first, I tried yelling at it. This would stop the thumping for a bit, like the animal was assessing what was going on and sniffing the air for a bit. But then he just continued. So, I pulled out some pans I had and started desperately clanking them together while yelling into the night. But to no avail. The slow thumping just continued. Coming ever closer. Towards my tent. I've never felt so small and helpless in my entire life. At some point I decided that I'd had enough, and I ran like a panicked little chicken to the car parked a few hundred metres away. Then I simply waited until I couldn't hear the thumping anymore and went back and dismantled the tent and slept in the car. I had lost, and the King of the Forest had won. |