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  Is the lead actor Richard Roundtree?

  I agree with Icebot/Gilbot and Atelier.  Trophies are for fun, and part of the enjoyment is all the misshapen, poorly drawn trophies out there.  Sometimes they are too big, too small, look great, look horrible, etc...Some folks go full "Ponch Trophy Wall of Glorious Victories" in the signature, some folks put one or two, and other folks don't bother.  I like ramshackle trophies, and the diversity of ways in which competition winners treat their victories.

  Yes its annoying that trophies sometimes disappear and I can understand caring about official tallies of wins, but I feel regimenting the competitions will take away some of the fun.

Tezt adventure Mindshadow, knowledge gleaned from my DosBox exploits

Boom!  Yep, it is Activision's Mindshadow.

Also, that is probably what Monkey Island would have looked like had it been made in 1984-1985.

Brazil?

This was a popular adventure game released on a variety of platforms back in the 80s.  The screenshot is from the Atari 8-bit version. 

Not a Polish game by the way 

Miecze Valdgira 1?

Maybe you know it by the title "Sexmisja"?

Ahhh ok, no way would I have had access to a game called "Sexmisja" at the time of its release 

I can't believe I hadn't heard of it, as there weren't many adventure games for Atari 800/XL/XE.

The Adventures of Suchy Chleb and Dla Konia: Gold Edition?

ProgZmax, how about the Surfin' USDA game?  Was that just a fun screenshot, do you plan on making the game, or is it something that's a "maybe" for down the road?

You got it!  I'll get you back for that super obscure Airbus game another time

I knew the logo from...the movie.  Should be a decent hint 

Is that the Ghostbusters logo on the car?

No.

The logo on the car is "88" with red and white colors.

The only reason I guessed "A320 Airbus" was because it was one of the few flight sims from back in the day that I'm not aware of, and due its lame sounding "promotional tie-in" name.



Platform: Atari 8-bit (also released on PC)
Genre: Adventure

[Lay the proud usurpers low!]

Title: Lay the proud usurpers low!
Some Robert Burns references are mere cameo appearances, some are inelegantly shoe-horned with either literal or figurative meanings, and a few are actually smoothly worked into the story

“…and days o' auld lang syne?!”  the group of coworkers finished, toasted each other with Cutty Sarks held high, and retreated into smaller groups of friends.  John Anderson scratched his bald head, and quietly contemplated his assembled group of work colleagues, bosses, and in most cases, rivals from Dominion Bank.  A coworker, whom John didn't recognize, drunkenly stumbled up to him and said, “Man your wife really knows how to throw a party!”  John grinned and replied, ” She is a winsome wee thing, this sweet wee wife o' mine.” and then muttered under his breath “lo'esome wee thing at times to…”.  John patted the stranger's shoulder as he walked away and headed towards the bathroom.

John's petite and much younger wife, Jean Anderson, was downing a neat scotch in the bathroom as John walked in and closed the door.  John said, “Happy 1970 my bonnie lass.  Whatcha doing?”  Jean looked up and said, ”All joyous and unthinking, debauchery and drinking.”  John smiled, sighed, and asked, ”Is our best laid scheme laid?”  Jean moved close to her husband, smiled devilishly, and whispered in John's ear ”Man's inhumanity to man, makes thousands mourn.“

Miss Mary Oswald has abstained from both food and drink, much to the annoyance of her friends and colleagues.  She swiveled her head around the room silently judging everyone, and their ulterior motives for coming to John Anderson's party.  She didn't much like the host and his lush of a wife.  Both of them had fancy literature degrees from Ivy League schools, and spoke condescendingly to everyone in olde English riddles.  Mary recalled John Anderson being passed over for promotions many times, perhaps in part because of his degree not being in finance and partly due to his complete lack of brownnosing skill.  It also didn't help that his wife attempted to seduce the CEO (perhaps to help her husband's career or perhaps simply for fun), only to be rebuffed and the incident had been gossiped about to no end since.  She once heard in passing that Jean Anderson referred to her husband as being “usurped” by his work rivals.

John looked at his watch and proclaimed, “It is the wished, the trysted hour!”  He and his wife locked arms and walked from the bathroom to the living room, where the majority of the partygoers had been congregating.

Dr. John Barleycorn - the company CFO at Dominion Bank - suddenly stood up from couch and announced, ”I have a surprise!”  To which John Anderson replied, ”Hold on Dr. Barleycorn…I just want to say to everyone here who works with me, if nobody will care for me…” and then in a sinister tone finished with, ”…then I'll care for nobody.”  The crowd started murmuring amongst themselves in confusion when Jean said in a creepy voice, ”Man's dominion, has broken Nature's social union.”  The Dominion Bank CEO, Earl Man, was passed out on the floor with a huge stogie drooping from a corner of his mouth and could not respond.   Dr. Barleycorn, obviously confused, said ”Suspense is worse than disappointment.  What-“ and was cut off by a vicious backhand slap from Jean Anderson who said through a toothy grin, ”You misunderstood and mistreated my John!  Which means all of you should be felled by death's untimely frost!  This house is now locked down.  All food and drinks were laced with dimethyl mercury, so prepare for your flowers to be nipt early in a gory bed!” Gasps were heard amongst the crowd, and hapless party goers rushed to doors that couldn't open and bashed windows that couldn't break.  Others began self-inducing vomiting, and a few stood in shock and silently debated if their mercury poisoning symptoms were masked by the symptoms of drunkenness.

Dr. Barleycorn reached into a hidden vest pocket and retrieved a small 4-shot .38 caliber pepperbox derringer with a manually rotating barrel, just as John Anderson and his wife rushed out of the room while managing to evade several angry (and presumably poisoned) attacking party goers.  Dr. Barleycorn rushed over to the other guests and asked, “Is anyone feeling sick or light-headed beyond the usual alcohol poisoning?”  Some people shook their heads and others verbally replied “no” as they unsuccessfully tried door latches and basically searched for some kind of way out of the living room.  A few partygoers made their way down the hall to the bathroom, which was also locked up tight.  Dr. Barleycorn then attempted to slap his boss awake, but Earl Man was not waking from his stupor/slumber.  A scared partygoer looked at Dr. Barleycorn and said, ” We can't find anything; man those fruitcakes must have known we would look for hammers and other heavy tools to try to bust out of here so they removed everything except plastic ware and alcohol.  Shoot a lock or a window with that hideaway piece…Or maybe worst case we could try to burn our way out.”

Mary Oswald silently patted herself on the back for not partaking of the food or drink, and so she was of sound mind and body.  Mary tried ramming, and then kicking, the front door with only a sore foot to show for it.  She paced the living room as the other party goers stumbled around half-drunkenly trying to find a way to escape.

Dr. Barleycorn cursed himself.  He was just about to announce a big promotion for John Anderson when he had been interrupted by him and his crazy wife, who really did the grunt work for John's career advancement by performing various sexual acts of depravity and degradation for him.  One thing that now stands out from their wild tryst; Jean did mention that she was “Nursing wrath to keep it warm“, which he had errantly written off as nutty bedroom talk.  Dr. Barleycorn shook his head remembering the circus-like madness that was sex with Jean Anderson, checked the action on the derringer, and waited for the Anderson wrath â€" he didn't know what that entailed â€" but something was coming and the Dominion Bank CFO was not about to waste a previous bullet on a door that would likely require more rounds than his small gun could deliver.

Mary Oswald stopped pacing.  She overturned a small table, ripped off a leg, and walked over to Dr. Barleycorn to stand by him for whatever he has planned.  Mary didn't much like him, but she knew that he was a survivor.  Mary and Dr. Barleycorn exchanged glances and nodded.  This wild war's deadly blast was yet to be blown.

Static, feedback, and finally a hissing noise emanated from the Bowers & Wilkins DM70 speakers attached to mounts on the Anderson living room wall.  Then the speakers came to life with Jean Anderson's voice, which said, ”Tyrants fall in every foe!  Liberty's in every blow…Let us do or die!”

One guest, who had been trying to pick the front door lock with a pocket knife, stopped to listen while others continued sleeping, vomiting, or trying to find an escape route.  Mary Oswald waited to hear more riddles and/or instructions, and Dr. Barleycorn played a hunch by loudly exclaiming, “Know this cruel Andersons:  I ne'er did wrong to thine or thee!  Thou art a galling load, along a rough, weary road, to wretches such as I!“  He was fully aware that this response was a gamble, and more importantly, if Dr. Barleycorn really had been poisoned with mercury then he needed to begin chelation therapy as soon as possible.

The response from the speakers was silence, though the party goer turned lock picker at the front door proudly announced, “I got it!“, and opened the front door only to be stopped by a second door with bars similar to that of a jailroom entrance.  The lock picker shook the iron bars, signed, and walked over to the back door to try his luck with it.  While working on the lock he muttered, “We are just dwellers in yon dungeon dark…”

The speakers crackled to life with, “Inspiring bold John Barleycorn!  What dangers though canst make us scorn!  His locked, lettered, braw brass collar…Showed him the gentleman an' scholar.”  Mary glanced down on the dining table which was littered with half eaten snacks and drinks, and noticed a brightly polished brass collar with a lock on it.  Mary quietly pointed this out to Dr. Barleycorn, who replied, ”That mad woman is taunting me, as she put it on me when… “ and he trailed off while blushing.  Mary shook her head, and started bashing the walls with her table leg and declared, “ Let me out of here you sick freaks!  I've done nothing to you, at work or otherwise, I'm innocent!“  Mary stopped her attack on the walls, and had just begun flattening the wrinkles in her showy and extravagant (to the point of tastelessness) party gown when a loud release of air could be heard; Mary was knocked out cold.  Dr. Barleycorn looked down at Mary, and could see what appeared to be a tranquillizer dart sticking out of her chest.  Jean Anderson, via speakers, explained, “A gaudy dress and gentle air, may slightly touch the heart; But it's innocence and modesty that polished the dart.”

Dr. Barleycorn pointed his derringer at the window and fired; which cracked but did not break.  He then manually rotated the barrel on his old gun and shot the bathroom door, which was apparently also bulletproof.  After another barrel rotation, Dr. Barleycorn shouted, ” Ye Hypocrites, are these your pranks, to murder men and gie God thanks.  Desist for shame, proceed no further as God won't accept your thanks for murder!  Your bonie brow was brent; But now your brow is beld, John, Your locks are like the snaw-“ and was cut off by a loud banging on the iron bars which blocked the front door.  Dr. Barleycorn rushed over and could see a lady through the bars with a confused look on her face.  She yelled, ”I'm Tammie the landlord, what the hell is going on?”  Dr. Barleycorn quietly replied, “ As Tammie glow'red, amazed, and curious…The mirth and fun grew fast and furious. “ Tammie snapped, ”What in the blue hell are you rambling about?”  To this John Barleycorn appeared to snap out of a daze and said, ”Oh sorry, uhhh, please call the police!  We are trapped!”


The police captain, Will Sodger, looked at both John and Jean Anderson.  They were in strait jackets strapped to their chairs in a dimly lit interrogation room.  Captain Sodger had a bad career year, and was pleased that in this particular case the events which had transpired were obvious and easy to wrap up - yet no one was seriously hurt.  Despite their threats, the crazy couple hadn't actually poisoned anyone.  He started the old reel-to-reel recorder and asked, ”Now please in modern English, tell me why you kidnapped and terrorized your coworkers?”  Jean Anderson, with a wild grin on her face, said, ”Why?  Oh, Glory is the Sodger's prize.“ and then she nodded towards her husband and said, “I've serv'd my king and country, take pity-“ and was cut off by Captain Sodger slamming a clipboard down.  He pointed his finger at the Andersons and said, ”Look I've got a bunch of witnesses and basic motive: Your both nuts and felt cheated by everyone at Dominion Bank who, you claim, held back John's career.  Just give me something concrete from both of you that I can write up in a report.”

Jean sang, ”What can a young lassie, what shall a young lassie,
What can a young lassie do wi' an auld man?
Bad luck on the penny that tempted my minnie
To sell her puir Jenny for siller an' lan'.
Bad luck on the penny that tempted my minnie
To sell her puir Jenny for siller an' lan'!

He's always compleenin' frae mornin' to e'enin',
He hoasts and he hirples the weary day lang;
He's doylt and he's dozin, his blude it is frozen, -
O, dreary's the night wi' a crazy auld man!
He's doylt and he's dozin, his blude it is frozen,
O, dreary's the night wi' a crazy auld man.

He hums and he hankers, he frets and he cankers,
I never can please him do a' that I can;
He's peevish an' jealous o' a' the young fellows, -
O, dool on the day I met wi' an auld man!
He's peevish an' jealous o' a' the young fellows,
O, dool on the day I met wi' an auld man.

My auld auntie Katie upon me taks pity,
I'll do my endeavour to follow her plan;
I'll cross him an' wrack him, until I heartbreak him
And then his auld brass will buy me a new pan,
I'll cross him an' wrack him, until I heartbreak him,
And then his auld brass will buy me a new pan.“

Captain Sodger said, ”Since I don't have a translator readily available who speaks both old school English and crazy, I have no choice but to decode this myself.  So you were forced to marry an older guy…I think for money…So what, you are now saying this is really your husband's fault?

John Anderson briefly tested his restraints, and then recited, ”But to see her was to love her,
Love but her, and love forever.
Had we never lou'd sae kindly,
Had we never lou'd sae blindly,
Never met - or never parted -
We had ne'er been broken hearted“

Captain Sodger stopped the tape recorder, glanced wearily at his coworkers behind the one-way mirror, and walked out of the room shaking his head.

A320 Airbus?

I recall the F-15 Strike Eagle games had huge 200ish page game manuals.

Jack Tramiel's 16Bit Machine Flight Simulator Adventure

Also. I prefer destructible environments .

Oh man...This is the main reason I played Silent Storm Gold over and over again.  No line of sight?  Make one. 

  The boob signal is serious business, so I'll toss some Robert Burns around in the ole noggin' and see what happens.

Tass Times in Tonetown?