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Module name : Infinity of Nothing
Module type : Impulse Tracker 2.11 IT 2.00
Module length: 32 patterns
Patterns : 27
Instruments : 24
Samples : 24
Channels : 8 [ 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 ]
Duration : 5min21s
Instruments:
Instrument name Vl Fade Env Ns Sub Gv Vl Fine Xpo Pan Sm
01 40 0000 --- 01 [01] 40 32 -022 -02 P80 00
02 INFINITY OF NOTHING 40 0000 --- 01 [01] 40 28 +092 +10 P80 01
03 40 0000 --- 01 [01] 40 32 +000 +00 P80 02
04 40 0000 --- 01 [01] 40 40 +000 +00 P80 03
05 40 0000 --- 01 [01] 40 40 -035 -02 P80 04
06 Maybe my 9th tune that 40 0000 --- 01 [01] 40 40 +000 +00 Pff 05
07 I have FINISHED. Not 40 0000 --- 01 [01] 40 2b +000 +00 Pff 06
08 made! I have made lots 40 0000 --- 01 [01] 40 40 +000 +00 Pff 07
09 of tunes but they are 40 0000 --- 01 [01] 40 40 +000 +00 P80 08
0a not ready yet, might 40 0000 --- 01 [01] 40 40 +000 +00 P80 09
0b that never will be. 40 0000 --- 01 [01] 40 28 +000 +12 Pff 0a
0c 40 0000 --- 01 [01] 40 30 +127 +25 P80 0b
0d This is the second time 40 0000 --- 01 [01] 40 23 +000 -02 P80 0c
0e when I have used piano. 40 0000 --- 00 [ ] -- -- ---- --- --- --
0f Properly or no. 40 0000 --- 01 [01] 40 40 +000 +00 Pff 0e
10 40 0000 --- 01 [01] 40 40 +000 +00 Pff 0f
11 Thanks to everybody who 40 0000 --- 01 [01] 40 40 +000 +00 Pff 10
12 have noticed that I 40 0000 --- 00 [ ] -- -- ---- --- --- --
13 have used one or more 40 0000 --- 00 [ ] -- -- ---- --- --- --
14 of his/her samples. 40 0000 --- 00 [ ] -- -- ---- --- --- --
15 40 0000 --- 01 [01] 40 40 +078 +00 Pff 14
16 Finished on 28.5.1997.. 40 0000 --- 00 [ ] -- -- ---- --- --- --
18 Spinn / BM 40 0000 --- 00 [ ] -- -- ---- --- --- --

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> INFINITY OF NOTHING
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> Again one of these "good named tunes". This is one of those, isn't it?
> Well, let us not be conserned about that. I don't know why I am writing
> something here. Maybe because IT allows this great opportunity to write
> some long messages to somewhere else than to the "normal" place.
> Let's start! (This will not be a message, you know).
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> When he saw the light flashing in the end of the dark alley, he tried to
> consentrate to make an effort to walk forward. It was not so easy as he
> thought. After a while he walked forward.
> He didn't walk more than twenty yards, it was an long alley, when a
> cloacked figure appeared in front of him few yards away. The figure
> was there in a blink of an eye. He startled.
> The black cloacked figure started to murmur. He didn't heard a word
> what the figure was murmuring but it sounded like a chant or something.
> He opened his mouth.
> "Who are you?"
> There was no answer. The light was flashing brighter and more often.
> "Who are you? Tell me! Or would you prefer, what are yoy?" he said.
> There was no asnwer, again, and the light was flashing stunningly
> bright now. Suddenly the figure went silent and raised it's hand.
> That hand glowed faint blue light that outlined the figure's invisible
> hand, and in a sudden bright flash the figure was gone.
> Everything was silent. Too silent. No bird flew in the sky, not a
> wonder because nothing lived in here, except those who came here and
> even they didn't live for long, and not a single creature crawled in the
> unseen corners of the alley. It was perfect silence.
> The light in the end of the alley was no more. It had diminished a
> while ago. Before the figure had disappeared in the same way as
> appearing, except for the flash. He turned to go away from the alley.
> He saw the figure again. But now with a hand poised in his way. The
> figure shouted clearly few unregonizable words and a red beam, from the
> figures hand, struck him in the chest. He felt pure agony. Like an arrow
> of fire had just gone through his chest and piercing his left lung.
> Blood spoured from his mouth and chest. He fell to the ground, but he
> was dead before hitting the alley's grey and mossy stones.
> So he thought, and kept thinking so.
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> (Lots of miss typings and write errors, I think. I hope not)..

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