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A Commodore 64 text adventure has given me Hadephobia

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Please Don't Be Mad At Me 02/09/1996
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CAUTION: The following thread contains subject matter of a religious nature. If you are easily triggered by mental imagery of perpetual damnation, please click the back button on your browser now.

The game is called Lucifer's Realm. You are a guy on his deathbed in the hospital, and the game's plot has you exploring Hell to perform tasks in an effort to prove that a certain someone who killed a lot of people in Germany whose name I won't reveal for obvious reasons is attempting to overthrow Lucifer and take his place.

I only played maybe eight turns of this game before getting stuck mainly because the emulator I'm using is clunky as heck, and also because apparently when you go to hell you have to drain the plumbing, and it's given me several questions:

1. Why was this game made and who made it? What were they thinking? Didn't they realize that a good majority of C64 owners were kids?
2. If the game is supposed to be a simulation of Hell (I guess), why am I not simply being tortured in an inescapable loop of gameplay? Was this game intended to teach unruly Christian youths what happens when you spend your whole life misbehaving? Because if so, they did NOT execute that plan correctly, because for one this game has an ending.
3. Do the doctors in the beginning of the game have to look like they came from a newspaper comic?

I'm already still afraid of dying and going to Hell even from a young age; in fact, when I was a little kid I didn't even know Hell existed and just thought that everyone went to Heaven when they died (hey, come on, I was like eight and didn't know any better.). Then when I DID find out Hell existed, I thought that when you went there, you just walked around and tripped over things for eternity (again, I was eight years old when I learned this and was in like the beginning stages of learning about it), but then my birth father told
me that it's a "lake of fire" where you burn for eternity.

THEN there was dental surgery I had after Christmas 2020 where my old "zombie tooth" i once complained about here was finally extracted, but while I was under, I had a rather unpleasant dream. I found myself sitting in an old church next to my late grandmother who I asked where I was, and she simply said "this ain't heaven, but it sure isn't hell!" I was then confronted by a church pastor who looked something like a cross between a Joker-esque-looking John Hagee and an evil Joel Osteen. He looked toward where I was sitting and announced "If there's anyone here who thinks life is a road of jagged rocks and thorns, I'd advise them to step forward now." Everyone in the sanctuary turned to look at me, including my grandmother. I reluctantly went up to the pastor and he pointed at a large screen at the back wall. On it, there was what I could only describe as a literal video of what Hell looks like, as if it were a compilation video. One clip had a man whose legs and feet had no flesh, being forced over a cliff into a pit full of oversized maggots, the next displayed a woman being spun into a cocoon of spider silk and hurled into a river of acid; you get the idea.

I was really scared that during this dream I'd wake myself up from being scared, but apparently when they put you under for working on your teeth they use really powerful stuff. For some reason when they woke me up I remember asking "Do I have a wife? Where did she go?" But that's another story... heh...

Like I said, I've always been afraid of going to Hell when I die, and I still am. I shouldn't have played this game... it's enough that Commodore graphics are so scratchy and roughly drawn! (did they HAVE to make a snake look like that?!)
 
If you think that's weird, you should try Leisure Suit Larry on the ol' C64. :D Commodore 64 was special back then. I even had the Commodore 128 for a while. What a machine. :cool: I still remember the excitement when you had to swap floppy disks for the 14th time to play a game and the disk actually worked. Every game you had was pirate copies of course so things that worked perfect was a little rare.
Uh, you misunderstand, friend...

This was a text adventure about dying and going to LITERAL HELL... as in, your guy is walking around pits of fire spelling words you can't read because the flames are too bright, a blue water chamber you have to drain which leads you to *somebody's* office where a notice on a billboard written by Satan himself states, to paraphrase: "A certain A.H. is seeking to gain power for my overthrow. Anyone who can bring me 'The proof' will be freed from Hell. Signed Lord Satan.", a puzzle requiring you to feed a crystal to a snake. Oh yeah, if you tell your character to "LISTEN", the game says "you hear the screams of thousands of lost souls". This happens even at the beginning when you're on your deathbed.
 
A game I once played a lot on Commodore 64 was Wizard of Wor, a science fantasy game where you're trapped in a maze by a sadistic wizard who has all kinds of monsters trying to kill you. The stages loop themselves so you're basically running around shooting monsters until you eventually run out of lives and die. That's kind of like Hell, but it never made me afraid of it. I'm less hadephobic than ever now thanks to life on Earth for over the past two decades.
 

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