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When the night falls, the celebrations of the never-dead begin in the graveyard. Countless Zombies und sinister beings rise from their resting places and have only one desire: YOU! Make your way through muddy tracks and dark grave chambers and slip into the role of the heavily armed Grim Reaper, or you will have to make your testament.

"You idiot! One more detonation like that and we're dead and covered with rocks," a man wheezed coughing dirt towards the other one who threw, just one moment ago, the sonic granade through the gap in a rock aiming to enlarge its mouth and to enable them to climb through to the rift behind it."Bullshit! Before we'd dig through we'd have grown old. This kinda granade is effective only in a short distance. Even if it fell down I've got the radio transmitter with underground locator so my people would get us outta here somehow anyway," other one responded and brushed off his suit. He was tall - a bit taller than the other two men so he was hitting the metal roof brackets sometimes which got him a little nervous. "You know what your people are gonna do, brother?" a sweet womanlike voice said. "Your people are just gonna give a fuck about you. I'll make a bet that every second man from your group is a regent's cop and our foxy uncle is looking forward how we all die." "Calm down! Here is another tunnel," a man with granade belt round his shoulders said. The group climbed through the hole enlarged by the sonic explosives a couple o' minutes ago and in front of them, there revealed a tight, long and down declining passage. Spotlights, coming out from their lanterns attached on their sleeves, slid over the walls and revealed the remains of the passage maintenance system. Sometime silvery shining pillars with hydraulic bars enticing the eternal fight with the weight of the ground now looked rusted and didn't make the feeling of safety in anybody newcoming. "So what are you staring at! This plan shows the way. Gotta go through that passage and break through the 5 feet thick wall. There is some caved little chimney and then - we're there." a man bellowed as he was looking at the holographic plan describing underground labyrinth. This plan looked like a little box as he was holding it in his hands. "In my eyes, all this story is a goddamn crock of shit. How can some oldster kicking the buckets for ages - if he ever existed - help us to dethrone a regent Walmer? I think we spent two days with fucking around for nothing," a second man said as he was taking the rest near the wall. The tall one bounced him: "O.K. Sherlock, you could stay outside. You're pain in the ass anyway." A woman stopped the fight. "Don't fight! We have to find the room, right? I also don't think the old mine, where the gold was exploited only 30 years ago, is the best place for the weekend outdoor party but we're here, aren't we?" "OK, look. We have to make something clear all right? Hort, listen!" a tall man yelled and jerked with his companion's shoulder. "We're looking for the tomb of the magus called Ghuwta. He lived 4 thousand years ago and this is a fact. He was a leader of the most powerful empire of the ancient world called Dlenvick and it is a fact too. If he wasn't insidiously killed he would have surely made his plans real. But he left only the Testament when he died and it's simple and clear." a man pulled a scrape of paper outta his pocket and started to read: "When the three stars cross the line Insar, Istar and the Telerain They'll become one and fine And their light go through the dark time. The Insar, Istar and the Telerain - that's Adgonish. These are three stars, how the fuck are they called... . Well, who give a shit. Their eclipse is repeated after 666 years. Once it was exactly when Ghuwta died. He was a clairvoyant and visionarist. He foretold when he's gonna die so he was prepared to die. And, mmmm, where's that, oh here it continues: Walk through the long hall and there, in a chamber, behind the wall you shall find... No, that's not it. It's goddamn long. I'll find the right part, mmmm, ya here we go: ... and then read the testament of mine I'll walk through the eternal time and then I'll reveal the gruesome power of mine I'll re-join the Empire of hundred years old fire The legend says that Ghuwta was an oppressor tyranizing all people. In addition, all sorcerers from the East hated him because they knew he was very powerful and he was not gonna take a rest until they all'd be killed. Then they joined their powers and Ghuwta died at very strange circumstances. It's romoured he was instructed about everything by his companions in advance. His body disappeared and it's said it was buried in the crypth beneath his castle."

The group was walking down the long passage. Hort uttered mistrusfully. "Yeah, beneath the castle. But we're snoopin' around a long time ago exploited gold and iridium mine, brotha." "You're the inheritor of the lands and the future king of the Empire, you stupid son o'a bitch. It's a damn long time from that, got it?. It's said the castle was burned into the ground. Then a couple of earthquakes... . In addition, the vulcano has erupted not very far from here... I didn't dream up all this crap but some astrologer has figured it out. When the stars are eclipsing each other, the line is being created and its end points exactly right here. This happens only once in a 666 years." Two figures climbed up through a little chimney just a moment ago overwhelmed by a big rock. "Here it is, we're surely at the right place. Selena, give me your hand. Look! There is that wall over there and there! It must be that place," a tall man said as he was handing a girl trying to climb up with them. They walked to a big voluminously decorated stone thing amidst the room. "So what are we gonna do with that?", Hort asked. Selena, taking a rest by holding the top of this thing slowly said: "We're gonna open it, aren't we?" "Oh, I'd wait a minute" Hort said. "What's the matter with you Hort, are you scared? You told this is all bullshit!" a tall man said as he was trying to remove the top cover. "It's like nailed. We're not gonna remove it with bare hands. Gimme the screw-jack!" a tall man said. Selena, without any question and hesitation, unclasped a little machine. Then she inserted a little gas cylinder into this machine. She put the jaws of the screw-jack inside a little rent dividing both parts of the sarcophagus and pushed the button. The machine started to buzz but the thing didn't move a bit a human eye could see. "Jesus Christ! Stop it! That thing can blow off!" a tall man screamed and without any hesitation jumped towards the control button. "This shows.. - Jesus! Aldin, look! It shows the power equivalent to the 60 tons of weight. It can't...!". Hort shouted panicly. "And by the way, if all that shit is a real true story, if that sorcerer really ever lived, if he was buried right here and if we wake him, how the fuck can we know he's gonna help us. That's not guaranteed. More then that, all legends say he was a really big scumbag," a tall man said. "Couldn't you think of the more complicated plan how to kill regent?" Selena said with sarcasm. "Selena, please don't start again. Not now! You know our uncle is very very careful. Additionally, all people in his serfdom like him. If we'd kill him who's gonna be a bad guy? We need some gruesome power - an external power which is gonna kill him instead of us so we'll have our hands clean - a throne will be without emperor and lands will be ours. We've been talking 'bout that a milion times, haven't we?" a tall man said. "But how the fuck are we gonna remove that mutherfuckin' cover?" Hort said. Silence. Everybody was thinking what to do and how to open the sarcophagus but what happens if they won't remove it? What if... And what if they will do it! What if Selena's right? The thundering silence was abandoned by the beep of Aldin's watch. "The Connection will be proceeded in a 30 seconds. We have to start. Maybe it's got some purpose." Aldin told unsurely. Tall man pulled out the scrape of paper with his shaking hand and with shake in his voice started to read the sorcerer's testament. "I, Ghuwta with power of magic the emperor of the worlds of Dlenvick...." The merchant spacecraft named Barracuda is landing on the space port's runway. A middle type. A 200 tons of composite materials, three men staff and the containers full of fertilizer: 136 tons, 515 kilos. The landing engines are heading the spacecraft amidst the runway. Only a few meters remain. The air pillow is touching the concrete. The spacecraft is almost on the ground. The flash. The black flash. Heavens - all the day indigo blue - is now fading to black. The buildings are covered with full darkness instead of sunshine. Everything is sinking in darkness. The air is heavy, oil heavy, unpleasant, unbreatheable, LETHAL. Now it's thunderstorm. The lighnings are whipping the ground. The black flashes hit the ground. A one black line is chasing the other as they are competing which will hit the target first. The Barracuda jumps in that last moment. It lookes like it went over some bump or something. It hits the ground. Turns up. Falls on the roof. Slides down the runway. Pieces of composite materials left behind her. It cranes at navigator tower's wall. Explosion! The navigation tower and the spacecraft are torn to milion pieces. A falling fertilizer covers dead bodies.... This look lasts only for a few seconds, only a few seconds before all surrounding area slumps into a vast crater. To the cater of time. To the history's trap door. Reality is vanguished. It's replaced with past. The past becomes reality. What was here is gone. What was gone for eons it's here again! It's sunshine again. The heavens are azure blue. Pleasant wind is playing his game with the dry grass bestrewing the grey land. The two horsemen ride over here, they slow down and look at the different directions. "Where?" "There is a farm of the farmer called Kloudil. Round his acres is our way. We're gonna follow it. But the town on the horizon I cannot recognize - there ever was only a forest and now if I'm not blind I see some weird houses. And the Ghuwta's castle we should also see. Thither where that black storm rages now. Andrej Halawad realized he'd apprehended. He recognized something in front of him. Something strange. He is sure he saw it sometimes. No, it can't be! No it really can't be true! But it was. It was his own body. A human body dressed in grey military uniform. A light battle suit with helmet and built-in electronics. It was strange. But the stranger thing was he didn't want to think about it. He was some kinda tired. As soon as he tried to think he felt like he had been doing some very heavy physical work. So he hadn't been thinking after all. Neither of the body nor of anything else. He was in a state of a strange apathy. Everybody else would be just disappointed but Andrej absolutely didn't care. "Andrej", a voice sounded behind him. He didn't want to turn. He felt it is too exhausting for him. "Andrej" a voice repeated again insistently. "Andrej, turn around!" a voice sounded third time - a little bit fractiously. Soldier, with all his resting stamina he followed the command. He saw a figure dressed in a long blue flowing toga - he looked just as the old men in dark ages. Here was an elder man. Dignity and charm were effusing from him very intensely. But something was wrong with him. "Finally! The great disaster had happened and you're the only one who can help us now" an old man said. Andrej was thinking. "You bet oldster I'm fuckin' horny to help someone; god I wanna sleep...." "But Andrej, you shouldn't talk like that!" a man answered unexpectedly. The chat with the old man had turned our the soldier from his apathy. "Fuck!, he can read my mind. In addition he is not opening his mouth when he talks. Could it be telepathy? And something is very very wrong with him," Andrej thought. "Stop to silly wonder and listen!" an old man begun his speech. Ghuwta, the prince of all darkness is back! Actually he didn't get back just like that. Somebody had to RISE him. He woke up from the depths of oblivion and walked through the eternal time to your age. He tries to handle particular parts of the past to present and replace your presence with them. Fortunately, he's not lucky until now, very unlucky. Because you wouldn't survive the transformation of this land into his domicile. And you must stop it!" "Me? Why me? And who the hell are you?", he inveighed against him and thought. "What the hell is so strange and wrong with him". "Aah! I forgot to introduce myself. My name's Rijnje of Adgon and I'm the Master of Eastern Sorcery. I am the sorcerer! Well the figure you are talking with it's not me exactly. It's my phantom-double. A being created by a magic. In our slang we call such magic a White Mouse." an old man told as he smiled for a while so his face didn't look so seriuosly for the first and last time. "I can't walk through the Gate". "Wait a minute! I don't know. I can't remember, eemm, that death squad, ... sent by the regent. The gold mines, eemm, shootout and then that terrible storm." Andrej now remembered all his last recollections. "Ahhaa! Yeah. Dammned. You're transparent! That's what I felt strange and wrong about you!" Andrej finally recognized and he was a little freightened. "One man gets a frisson from thing like that especially when he's talking with a transparent oldie for a ten minutes who claims he came from the past." he said. "Hmmmm, but you're also transparent!" sorcerer laughed. Soldier looked at himself and saw a stone he was sitting at through himself. "Aaaam, am.... I.... dead?" Andrej Halawad asked very disappointed. "Excuse me?" sorcerer misunderstood. "Dead? Not alive? Is there still anything like that!?!" soldier repeated rather unconsequently his question. "No, don't worry. If you were dead you couldn't talk with me like that. As I know you were wounded but your body is still alive. It will take some time until you're fully recovered. So I borrowed your consciousness for a while. I'll give it back to you. Now listen very carefully! We don't have enough time. The result of the magic hidden in the testament can be destroyed with other much more powerful magic which was written by us, the sorcerers from the East. Ghuwta had found it but he couldn't destroy it. So he let his servants steal the scrolls describing the magic and hid it around his castle - to be able to keep an eye on it. Andrej, you must find them before the sorcerer finishes the transportation. When the transportation is done, it's late." "And what if I deny?" soldier started to haggle. "I think such offers are not used to denied." an old man answered and started to fade away. "You're exactly in the middle of his domicile and there are only two ways out Andrej. The way of death and the way of victory," he said. "Wait! How can I do that?" screamed Andrej towards the figure fading away. "You must do it yourself. You're mercenary, aren't you?" Andrej heard while the old man disappeared. Andrej Halawad woke up...

System requirements:

The game "Testament" is designed for Amiga 1200 or higher (AGA).
Minimal configuration: Amiga 1200, 2MB chip memory
Recommended configuraton: Amiga 1200 or higher, accelerator with FastRAM, mouse or joystick, hard drive
Supported: more floppy drives The major problems may occur due to lack of RAM space.

Game's engine is a very complicated program processing a many data in a very short time so it must keep almost all data constantly loaded in RAM (the access to a hard disk and to a floppy disk is very very much slower). If the game will not work properly (after installation on the hard disk) please look for the solution in unavavilable free RAM. If you have only 2MB of this memory try to replace all devices, files, and disks' partition tables installed in RAM before you run Testament. The game should run while you have 1.8MB of computing memory free. If the game won't have necessary memory available it will never work properly. Enough space of available RAM can be provided either in upper workbench line or with the help of AVAIL command in command prompt (CLI). If only the FastRAM is installed the game will become much faster and stable but more then that you will be able to turn on the music and use more options otherway denied.