File "a halloween tale.it"

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Module name : A Halloween Tale
Module type : Impulse Tracker 2.14v3 IT 2.14
Module length: 38 patterns
Patterns : 52
Instruments : 38
Samples : 38
Channels : 16 [ 0 f f 0 0 f f 0 7 2 9 5 3 4 7 7 ]
Duration : 2min15s
Instruments:
Instrument name Vl Fade Env Ns Sub Gv Vl Fine Xpo Pan Sm
01 40 0000 --- 01 [01] 40 40 +000 +00 Pff 00
02 Press Shift-F9 40 0000 --- 01 [01] 40 20 +000 +00 Pff 01
03 40 0000 --- 01 [01] 40 40 +000 +00 Pff 02
04 by The Hornet 40 0000 --- 01 [01] 40 40 -034 +00 Pff 03
05 hornet@generation.net 40 0000 --- 01 [01] 40 40 +000 +00 Pff 04
06 40 0000 --- 01 [01] 40 40 +000 +00 Pff 05
07 Oct 31, 1998 40 0000 --- 01 [01] 40 40 -022 +00 Pff 06
08 40 0000 --- 01 [01] 40 40 +007 +00 Pff 07
09 40 0000 --- 01 [01] 40 40 +007 +00 Pff 08
0a 40 0000 --- 01 [01] 40 40 +007 +00 Pff 09
0b 40 0000 --- 01 [01] 40 40 +007 +00 Pff 0a
0c 40 0000 --- 01 [01] 40 40 +003 +00 Pff 0b
0d 40 0000 --- 01 [01] 40 40 +007 +00 Pff 0c
0e 40 0000 --- 01 [01] 40 40 +007 +00 Pff 0d
0f 40 0000 --- 01 [01] 40 40 +007 +00 Pff 0e
10 40 0000 --- 01 [01] 40 40 +000 +00 Pff 0f
11 40 0000 --- 01 [01] 40 20 +000 +00 Pff 10
12 40 0000 --- 01 [01] 40 20 +000 +00 Pff 11
13 40 0000 --- 01 [01] 40 20 +000 +00 Pff 12
14 40 0000 --- 01 [01] 40 40 +000 +00 Pff 13
15 40 0000 --- 01 [01] 40 40 +000 +00 Pff 14
16 40 0000 --- 01 [01] 40 40 +043 +00 Pff 15
17 40 0000 --- 01 [01] 40 40 +000 +00 Pff 16
19 40 0000 --- 01 [01] 40 40 -002 +00 Pff 18
1a 40 0000 --- 01 [01] 40 40 +000 +00 Pff 19
1b 40 0000 --- 01 [01] 40 40 +000 +00 Pff 1a
1c 40 0000 --- 01 [01] 40 40 +000 +00 Pff 1b
1d 40 0000 --- 01 [01] 40 40 -023 +00 Pff 1c
1e 40 0000 --- 01 [01] 40 32 +000 +00 Pff 1d
1f 40 0000 --- 01 [01] 40 40 +000 +00 Pff 1e
20 40 0000 --- 01 [01] 40 40 +000 +00 Pff 1f
21 40 0000 --- 01 [01] 40 40 -056 +00 Pff 20
22 40 0000 --- 01 [01] 40 40 +000 +00 Pff 21
23 40 0000 --- 01 [01] 40 40 -056 +00 Pff 22
24 40 0000 --- 01 [01] 40 40 +000 +00 Pff 23
25 40 0000 --- 01 [01] 40 40 +000 +00 Pff 24
26 40 0000 --- 01 [01] 40 40 +125 +00 Pff 25

>
> "Come on in," shouts Robert, as you step towards the club entrance.
> "Halloween party night," you think to yourself, seeing hundreds of less
> than creative people whose horrible costumes help you to feel better about
> your own.
>
> "Oh great, cheezy Euro techno," you remark, "That's enough to get anyone
> scared." Maxwell, dressed in a blue vampire outfit, laughs boldly at your
> remark for an entire minute. He is drunk already. Ignoring him, you scan
> the room.
>
> The costumes range from exotic princesses, to ghouls and zombies. "Glad
> you could make it," says Tiffany, who is dressed as some sort of
> bunny-like creature. You smile at her quickly and then proceed to scan
> the room. Intuition told you this was going to be a miserable night, but
> after tireless efforts you were persuaded to attend. "Oh well," you think
> to yourself. "I'm here already. Might as well stay and get a drink or
> something."
>
> You turn your sight back to Robert, only it isn't Robert. "Why is he
> staring at me like that?" Your eyes shift to your shorter companion
> Tiffany, who gives the same vacant stare. You look around and see that
> the entire room now focuses on your presence. Something is wrong. The
> music loses its dance quality and instead resembles music straight from
> the pits of hell. You jump as someone grabs your neck from behind.
> Just barely escaping from the grasp, you look behind you and see no one.
>
> You would assume that this is all just an elaborate prank, if the mood
> was not so eerily surreal, so perfectly choreographed. The crowd steps
> towards you slowly. You panic. "What's going on," you say out loud.
> These costumes looked like three dollar immitations which were bought on a
> whim a few moments ago, but now they look so hideously real.
>
> You begin to shiver. Someone touches your arm. You run. Everywhere you
> look, they are there, in large numbers, motioning towards you at an
> impossibly slow pace. "Was that Maxwell? Where are his eyes!!!!!" You
> spot a small emergency exit, and duck through the crowds of surrounding
> monsters which claw at you as you scurry past them. Upon opening the
> door, you scream as you see none other than yourself waiting to greet
> you. Your hands extend towards your neck, and within moments you become
> one of the dead..

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