Computer Game Art

Deadlock
Accolade, Inc.

A colonist's job is easy, a colonist's wage is high
A colonist's pension plan would make a civil servant cry
There's never any danger, there's always lots of fun
And as for job security, it's better than a nun's

[spoken:] Kid, I'd like you to meet somebody. His OFFICIAL title is
"Commander", but I'd like you to think of him as more of a Social
Coordinator.

[Chorus:]
If I ever get back home again
If I ever get back home again
If I ever get back home again
That recruiter's gonna die.

[spoken:] I'm here to tell you folks: it wasn't QUITE like he said...

Some say the Cyth are evil, they say they're misunderstood
"If you'd just do things our way, it would serve the greater good"
They seek to reach a higher place, a new enlightened mode
Meanwhile if you get in their way, your brain just might explode

The Re-lu seem to think they simply cannot be outclassed
They're so urbane, that less cultured folk
[spoken:] (like, say, the Queen of England...)
...seem barbaric by contrast
Their access privelege to your brain includes both read and write
They turn your units into theirs and no one's left to fight

[spoken:] "Bob! Bob! What's wrong?!"
"I dunno Jim... they just seem like such nice fellas..."

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Ch'ch-t need new worlds to expand, more than the others do
For like their cockroach cousins, there's never just one or two
They multiply like vermin, make tireless labor crews
And carry off your resources like ants at picnics do

The Maug are weak and sickly and their horns are mostly fake
The Cyth took their home planet, more poisons for to make
But for such whining wheezers they're an engineering bunch
Give them a rock, and they'll invent the warp drive before lunch

[Chorus]

The Uva Mosk think that they're Mother Nature's strong right arm
And they are more than willing to blast those who'd do her harm
Their camoflaging units will pop up behind your lines
So you'd better "Give a hoot", 'cause you won't like their littering fines.

The Tarth are big, the Tarth are tough, the Tarth will cause you pains
They're not too bright, but when you can head-butt buildings, who needs brains?
They make the greatest farmers, but as spies they suck, you see
They try to hide their 6-foot width behind a 1-foot tree.

[spoken:] This is KGAL, your News and Information Station on Gallius 4.
Here with a correction to last week's editorial reply is noted public figure: The Ubergeneral:
"Tarth cooks make best streudel. <pause> That's all. Just streudel."

Add to that the Skirineen, who'd sell their Mothers' eyes
And you can see why I might not think this job is a prize
So if I manage to survive, I'm going back to Earth
But I think I'll keep my laser gun... just for sentimental worth.

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