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Map Name:              The Valley of Igmoof Razmataz

File Name:             Dm-Igmoof

Aurthur:               The Joeman

E-mail:                Joe_Basile@hotmail.com

Previous work:         Dm-Midevil- At Nalicity under "Dm-midev"
                       Dm-Skaarj16-At nalicity under "Dm-skaar"
                       Dm-Lostkeep-At Nalicity under "Dm-lostkeep"

Thumbs up to:          Epic for their spectacular job with Unreal and UT and Legend for RTNP and their
                       continuing hard work on U2.

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Editor used:           Ued 2.0

Build time:            A week and a half

Base:                  New Level

Gametype:              Deathmatch

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Permissions:
This level may not be publicly exploited for money under ANY conditions. It may be distributed as long as 
no exchange of money is performed and this text file remains intact. You may only use this as a base for a 
publicly released level WITH my consent and I must be credited in the readme file for that map.

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Long story but read it anyway. :)

   Igmoof got to his feet, as quickly as he could. The unforgiveing mountains hid little shelter from the 
massive Titans. He knew that all he could do was run, maybe hide in a wooded area, if he found one. He just
began to run, just run in the opposet direction of the pounding earth.
   Poor Igmoof knew it was his fault that the caravan was lost, it was hard not to dwell on it. As the bitter 
pain in his lungs consumed his every step he thought how much he hated that he must live with the regret. 
   For twenty long minutes he ran, he han as fast as he could. Wipeing sweat from his brow with his upper right arm.
   "GRWAAAAAAAWL!!!!" The peicing shreik of a Titan exploded right in front of him. As he tried to run to his left 
side he slid and fell painfully to the ground. His knees were throbing from the pain. His world was a nightmare. He
knew that in just several moments the titans would find him and kill him, just for fun.
   When the gigantic head never came he sat up and wondered. After another minute he found the strength in his legs
to stand up. But that was a wrong move. At the instant he came to his feet a huge boulder smashed into the rocks only 
fifteen feet away. How he avoided the flying rock fragments was a mystery to him. His first and only instinct was to 
run like hell, and that he did. Only this time he realised two Titans were following close behind him, AT FULL SPEED! 
Nearly twice the speed any Nali could ever hope to run. 
   Poor Igmoof barely saw that cliff, poor guy. He was extreemly luckly though, the gods of Na Pali were smileing on 
him that day. As soon as he noticed the cliff he dropped backwards, bruseing his butt. The next series of events was 
most astonishing. When Igmoof did fall of the cliff he was barely moveing forward at all. Strait down he fell, over 
a hundred feet!! As luck would have it, the two titans were right behind him, and they didn't see the cliff until 
they were past it, and in midair, begining to fall. 
   Lucky old Igmoof plunked directly into a small mountain pond, a very small one. And only because he fell into 
the water did he survive the earthquake from the falling titans. The timeing was so perfect that just as he hit the 
water they struck and Igmoof was thrown back into the air only to fall back into the water, he climbed out of the 
pool quite sore, but otherwise uninjured.  He feel into a deep sleep for several hours and when he did finaly awake, he 
saw that he was in a buityfull valley with sheer cliffs and only one path in. 
   And there were the two dead titans. All covered in blood. He didn't know what Titan meat would taste like, but he 
heard from a trador that it was quite good, so he took out his flint ax and made a fire from dead tree branches. The 
titan meat was good. But this meat would spoil be HE could eat it.
   The next day, just before the nightime came, he spotted a caravan while investigating the path to his valley. It 
wasn't hard to signal them, they were rather close. This particular group was dangerously low on food, and had a long 
way to go. 
   "Haboogee!!" Said Igmoof (which meant hello)
   Then after a long meeting Igmoof and the caravan's leader, Dushnal, came to and agreement. They would stay in the vally
and build Igmoof a house, tavern, wall with a gate, and a huge belltower, (the caravan had several large bells) for as long 
as it would take if Igmoof would teach them how to kill titans. Of course, Igmoof did it on accident but reluctantly told 
them anyway. Only a few months later Igmoof had his house, and his Tavern, and his protective wall, and especially his bell tower,
made from the cliffs all around him, and most importantly, a wide open field were he could let caravans stay at night, and save 
them from the titans. Not only that but people from the caravan had managed to kill five titans in a similar manar 
to how Igmoof had done it. They left him with all but about half a titan's worth of meat, of which they gave to Igmoof.
   For the rest of his life, he attracted caravans with his huge bell wich swung on it's own. He gave their men a few drinks and 
one night protection from the titans. It gave him a sense of repaying his debt for causeing his own to be lost.
   And to this day that bell swings high in it's tower to signal passing caravans.


