DRAK (100 Levels)

1995 · MS-DOS · Enypsox/Nostalgy

Drak Tetris game with 100 levels Instruction booklet pdf included (re-scanned) French version included in the zip archive. I believe this game is abandonware since Enypsox no longer exists. The Legend Of The Drak by Sylph No memories of this could ever hope to, one day, go back to the origins of the Drak. Only in the writings can we remember, through the narrator's point of view what cannot be described. As the years made no sense, Gods ruled powerfully. They offered protection to mankind in exchange for their worship. Everything was related to knowledge, but a mistake was made. A time of decadence, still impossible up till then, came upon them. It was the end of the devine influence. Gods were going against each other as men initiated themselves to their rituals. They so aspire for their fellow man's sun, and evil will be engulfed by their wounds. Wars were bloody... deadly through the participation of the gods. All land, as pure as they may have seemed before the conflict, were soiled by blood from the battles. Life was no more; survival replaced it and men forgot. Conscious of the senseless acts they had done, the victorious Gods, forever retired. Mankind quickly forgot the superior beings at the origin of their misfortune. Nevertheless, no one could repress these emerging new feelings. From that point on, Evil was part of man's soul. After several generations and with the help of some thinkers from the original conflict, a certain order was re-established. From the hierarchical system in place, a new council was formed. Founded by men and women of knowledge, it opposed to evil in any and all forms. Many people joined and many of them followed the teachings. Through the travels of the disciples a moral was born. The values portrayed were nobles. They were not in anyway resemblant to those conveyed by the old Gods. And so, the council gained some notoriety. Presuming the influence it had on the population, it made it its duty to straighten evolution and bring back hope to a meaningless future... it created the Drak. Nothing could better illustrate the Drak's creation than the tale of its genesis by its creators... Except from "The Sacred Dawn of the Awakening", part 7th. "We, men and women of knowledge pledge on this sacred day of the awakening; to perpetuate wisdom and to ensure that such a tragedy will die at the roots." Those were the wise words of the council before they were justified in meaning. Chosen by the council, an elder undertook a journey. As it was selected by the council, the highest mountain of the region would serve as its undertaking. After numerous detours, he finally made it to the base. Contemplating its beauty, he also felt the dangers within. Through the years, a city grew larger at the foot of the hill, insignificant in der frailty. Everyone spoke of the Drak, henceforth part of legends. People were reminded... The old man carefully climbed the slopes. One after another the next a little steeper than the one before. Up there nature was unstable. The elements, crazy changed endlessly. Hot, cold, the old man clenched his teeth. Ensuring his grips, the old man looked for stability. Death, patiently waited for a slip up. Anxiety could be seen on the elder's reddened face. Fog was up and the wind was whirling; lashing the battered body of a man on his last few steps. Calling upon his last ressources, he stood and cleared his mind. The council was looking for the wanderer; himself the center of communion. Strength, new and powerful came from within. He had the power. He was linked to everyone and they gave their life to him. Emerging from within, a desir was difficult to suppress... Nevertheless he did his job and did it well. When he came to, he glanced one last time at the scenery for the end was near. Reaped by two dragons, he passed away in silence. But, the Drak was born: never ending symbol of spiritual and physical achievment, whose guardians layed the faith of their creator.