12/13/99
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* General Information *

Title: 			Postal (The Bloody Sunday)
Filename: 		postal.bsp
Author: 		Ding Chavez
			Clan Force Recon - http:/www.force-recon.com
Email Address:		dingchavez@force-recon.com
Additional Credits to:	All the guys I got prefabs from.
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* Construction *
 
Editor(s) used: 	Worldcraft v2.1
Known Bugs: 		none
Construction time:	A few minutes
Computer Used: 		P2 233, 160 RAM
Build Times	
QCSG: 			Few seconds
QBSP2: 			Few seconds
VIS: 			Few seconds
QRAD: 			About two minutes
Custom Sounds:		Yes
Custom Textures:	Yes
Prefabs:		Bench - Freddy Kruger
			Explorer - Carlos Salgado
			DumpY1 - Yak_Fighter
			Firehydrant - unknown
			Payphone - unknown
			Es_Light - DarkLight
			Bin - Shane T. Odlum
			Tree_fab - Mark Potnick
			Vending1Y - Yak_Fighter
Other:			Make sure you try shooting the gas cap on the 			truck that is parked in the street.  You will 			get a small surprise...=)

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* Installation *

YOU NEED HALF LIFE: OPPOSING FORCE IN ORDER TO PLAY THIS LEVEL! 

Unzip the zip file into your Half-life folder, and keep the directory structure intact.  
THE MAP WILL NOT WORK IF YOU DON'T.

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* Description/Notes *

You hang up the phone and look down at the floor.  It's over.  The job you've faithfully upheld for the past 25 years at the postal office.  They said that they wish you good luck, but you can just hear them snickering even after the phone has been hung up.  You go into your bathroom to wash up.  There is a note there, so you pick it up and read it.  It is written in bright red lipstick.  "Goodbye," you read the last sentence out loud.  You crumple the note and throw it in the toilet.  You look up and stare at the figure in the mirror.  It can't be your reflection.  This man has a wild, feral look in his eyes.  He is a man who has lost everything.  You open the cabinet and take out your pills.  You read the label, "For the treatment of Hallucinogenic Schizophrenia."  You open the jar and dump all of the small red pills down the sink.  You calmly walk into your den and take your rifle out of its glass case, grab a few boxes of bullets and put them in their case.  It's a bright sunny Sunday outside, but it's about to go down in history as the darkest day this town has ever seen.  You lock the door behind you as you enter the old belltower in the park.  As you ascend to the top you whistle one of your favorite tunes.  They are the ones who brought you to this.  It is their fault, and they will pay......