Contents (32)
- Contents
- About the Book
- ONLY YOU CAN SAVE MANKIND
- Author’s Note
- Chapter 1
- The Hero With A Thousand Extra Lives
- Chapter 2
- Operate Controls To Play Game
- Chapter 3
- Cereal Killers
- Chapter 4
- ‘No one Really Dies’
- Chapter 5
- If Not You, Who Else?
- Chapter 6
- Chicken Lumps In Space
- Chapter 7
- The Dark Tower
- Chapter 8
- Peace Talks, Peace Shouts
- Chapter 9
- On Earth, No one Can Hear You Say ‘Um’
- Chapter 10
- In Space, no one Is Listening Anyway
- Chapter 11
- Humans!
- Chapter 12
- Just Like The Real Thing
- Read On
- Chapter 1
- About the Author
- BOOKS BY TERRY PRATCHETT
The Mighty ScreeWeeTM EmpireTM is poised to attack Earth!
Our battleships have been destroyed in a sneak raid!
Nothing can stand between Earth and the terrible vengeance of the ScreeWeeTM!
But there is one starship left . . . and out of the mists of time comes one warrior, one fighter who is the Last Hope of Civilization!
YOU!
YOU are the Saviour of Civilization. You are all that stands between your world and Certain Oblivion. You are the Last Hope.
Only You Can Save Mankind!TM
Action-Packed with New Features! Just like the Real Thing! Full-Color Sound and Slam-VectorTM Graphics!
Suitable for IBM PC, Atari, Amiga, Pineapple, Amstrad, Nintendo. Actual games shots taken from a version you haven’t bought.
Copyright 1992 Gobi Software, 17834 W., Agharta Drive, Shambala, Tibet. All Rights Reserved. All company names and product names are registered trademarks or trademarks of their respective companies.
The names ScreeWee, Empire and Mankind are trademarks of Gobi Software 1992.

Chapter 1
The Hero With A Thousand
Extra Lives
Johnny bit his lip, and concentrated.
Right. Come in quick, let a missile target itself – beep beep beep beebeebeebeeb – on the first fighter, fire the missile – thwump – empty the guns at the fighter – fplat fplat fplat fplat – hit fighter No.2 and take out its shields with the laser – bwizzle – while the missile –pwwosh – takes out fighter No.1, dive, switch guns, rake fighter No.3 as it turns – fplat fplat fplat – pick up fighter No.2 in the sights again up the upcurve, let go a missile – thwump – and rake it with –
Fwit fwit fwit.
Fighter No.4! It always came in last, but if you went after it first the others would have time to turn and you’d end up in the sights of three of them.
He’d died six times already. And it was only five o’clock.
His hands flew over the keyboard. Stars roared past as he accelerated out of the mêlée. It’d leave him short of fuel, but by the time they caught up the shields would be back and he’d be ready, and two of them would already have taken damage, and . . . here they come . . . missiles away, wow, lucky hit on the first one, die die die!, red fireball – swsssh – take shield loss while concentrating fire on the next one – swsssh – and now the last one was running, but he could outrun it, hit the accelerator – ggrrRRRSSHHH – and just keep it in his sights while he poured shot after shot into – swssh.
Ah!
The huge bulk of their capital ship was in the corner of the screen. Level 10, here we come . . . careful, careful . . . there were no more ships now, so all he had to do was keep out of its range and then sweep in and We wish to talk.