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Title                   :The Exquisite Machinery of Torture 
Version                 :1.0
Release Date            :fri july 1 1999
Filename                :DM-Torture.unr
Author(s)               :Phil Cole a.k.a. -=willhaven=-
Email Address           :espimp@hotmail.com
Web Page                :www.planetunreal.com/removement
Description             :removement web site

Where to get this map   :www.planetunreal.com/nalicity

Other levels by author  :DM-Concatenation

Additional Credits to   :CyberArtist for testing/help etc, Max Module for testing, (-The Cat-) testes, and anyone else who saw
it before release.

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--- Play Information ---
Game                    : Unreal
Level Name              : The Exquisite Machinery of Torture
Single Player           : N/A
Cooperative             : N/A
Deathmatch              : YES
Dark Match              : N/A
Difficulty Settings     : N/A
New Sounds              : N/A
New Graphics            : N/A
NewUnrealScript         : N/A
External DLLs           : N/A
Known bugs              : N/A

--- Construction ---
Editor(s) used          : UED

Base                    : part 2 of a 9 level series. the theme will be revealed upon the
release of the 9th map and my hideous plan of world domonation will become a reality.

Construction Time       : 7 days.


Installation            : put it in your unreal/maps directory.
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Extended description    : A sustained static gaze, oblivious to surroundings.
                  Empty, strained, unmoving eyes; Introverted, paralyzed
                  A burning mass of emotions denied, enraged by years of silencing.
                  An accumulation of feelings suppressed, returning to devour.
                  Bright rays of chaos, generated by subconsciousness.
                  A retribution by own thoughts; twisting the mind into fits
                  Fuelled with pains unveiled. Burning with contamination.
                  Set afire by disowned self-lies; they penetrate the eyes.

                  I... Am I the next? Self inflicted overload.
                  Thoughts returning to think me away.
                  I... Will I be reprieved,
                  or am I just awaiting the sentence of my exquisite,
                  internal machinery of torture

                  The turmoil arises, from the innermost core of denial.
                  Shining streams of putrefaction, reflugent with disease -
                  In outward motion to redress the balance by retaliation.
                  A terminal journey to relieve cognition of Ability
                  Minds lit like candles, by rejected senses and emotions.
                  Tearing flames, born in mind; Creations of self deception.
                  Strained, not to lose the grip - Humans locked in the new disease.
                  A light by eyes unseen has come to burn us clean.

                  I... Am I the next?.......

                  I sense; The facilities of the bodily; Discorporated by the light
                  All my pleas; denied
                  By my psychological enemy
                  The inner light unseen

                  I... I'm deceived by my
                  Receiving eyes; - susceptible
                  to the endless killing-sights

                  Consciousness fails the grip. Substance now decreasing
                  Amorphous. Without shape - I'm vanishing; dematerialized
                  My own corrosive thoughts - Probes armed with acid tools
                  Disintegrated, I'm bleached out of reality
                  Scattered bits internally; My last transparent remains;
                  Floating objects inanimate; Spinning into my soul
                  Defeated by my contents. Tables turned, I'm a thought repressed
                  I'm swallowed into myself. Destination; nothingness

                  I... Am I the next? Self inflicted overload
                  Thoughts returning to think me away
                  I... Will I be reprieved
                  Or am I just awaiting the sentence of my exquisite,
                  internal machinery of torture
                  I... I've been the next. My self inflicted overload,
                  My neglected thoughts have thought me undone.
                  I... I was never reprieved
                  Now I know the sentence of me exquisite,
                  internal machinery of torture
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Author's Notes          : The Exquisite Machinery of Torture(EMT) is all blood and guts.
it was made for the removement mod and fits 2-4 players. it is very tight and detailed.

use the tricks and traps to kill your enemies and amuse yourself. but watch your back
because the average lifespan of players in this map will be short.
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Copyright / Permissions
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This level is copyrighted by Phil Cole 1999.

Authors may not NOT use this level as a base to build additional levels.

You are NOT allowed to commercially exploit this level, i.e. put it on a CD
or any other electronic medium that is sold for money without my explicit
permission!

You MAY distribute this level through any electronic network (internet,
FIDO, local BBS etc.), provided you include this file and leave the archive
intact.

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