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At least no plot in the traditional sense that games generally follow. The most striking thing about Elite that you notice immediately is that it has no plot. While some of the reports were somewhat exaggerated, on the most part speculation has materialised into truth. For instance there was talk of planet landings and exploding stars. While in this self- imposed imprisonment, many rumours floated around as to what would eventually be in Elite 2. But, as they say in movies, that was then and this is now.ДЄfter what seems like a lifetime of self-inflicted solitary confinement, Mr Braben is back with the long-awaited Elite 2: Frontier. It wasn't long after that, having reached a rating of Elite, that my anti-grav boots were hung up. The reality of the situation was a stuffed teddy anteater (please don't ask why anyone should envisage this particular species of mammal should make a nice cuddly toy) and myself, in my bedroom with the curtains shut gazing at a BBC computer, surrounded by empty tins of pop - but such is the imagination of a 13-year old. The true actuality of the events however, was somewhat different.

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The action over, I cracked open another 'tinny' on Gronk's beak and lay back in my seat, content in the knowledge that Wolf Flipside would rule the space lanes for another evening. The inky void illuminated suddenly as the warship's shields failed and 100mw laser burned into its weak underbelly, exploding it into a million fragments of space debris. As we shot back the ship centred and put four bolts of military laser into the Thargoid's belly. The missile exploded and rocked my craft, just as the rear thrusters initiated themselves. In an instant the projectile had found its lock on my fragile hull, in response I hammered on my ECM (Electronic Counter Measure) and initiated my rear thrusters. As the ronk clearing around me, an even bigger stinker was dropped a Thargoid missile was raking its way through the blackness of wytchspace towards the ship. The Gronk gronked (on his planet, gronking wind in a different colour expresses an emotion) purple wind everywhere, as if in some way summing up the horror of the impending situation. 'By the piles of the Ploeides, it's a Thargoid invasion ship!' I gasped. Cursing my luck, the Gronk sends a proboscis from his snout looping out towards the scanner, seconds later my stomach drops as an aminous image materialises on the main screen. With a start I jump to my feet spilling beer, peanuts and ash everywhere. I begin to snooze myself, and am just beginning to fantasise about a night on Rigel 5 with the four- breasted love sirens when I hear the shrill sound of the scanner alarm. He lies snoring his little furry snout off, occasionally catching an itch up his hairy torso with a dozy claw. In a half drunken stupor I glanced across at the long range scanners, nothing but asteroids for entertainment, and to be quite frank the novelty of zapping lumps or rock had long since dried up.ДЄnother turn of the head and I'm gazing at the Gronk, my ever-faithful companion. All around the half-shadowed interior of my beat-up Cobra, beer cans lay redundant reflecting the lights of the ship's auto-pilot. We'd been travelling over 20 days, the hyperspace jump from Quaxxon to Zoonce was some jaunt, and talk about dull.

In fact there's one particular incident that I remember with some clarity. Well, it wasn't quite like that there was the odd run-in with the law for smuggling the odd ton or 20 of Arcturan Megaweed, and a couple of errors in judgement due to mistakes in identifying nice, ripe, juicy traders carrying priceless cargo for nasty roughneck good for nothing pirates.ДЄs the incomparable Wolf, I had many exciting and dangerous adventures (well, kind of for a teenager playing on a home computer). Yes indeed, Wolf Flipside: Righter of wrongs, purveyor of purity, guru of goodness, federation freedom fighter and legion of liberation. Sacking the default character Commander Jameson, I assumed my action hero-type Pseudonym, Wolf Flipside. As keen as the next schoolboy to reach the dizzy heights of Elite, this reviewer soon got lost in space. As a goggle- eyed 15-year-old I spent month upon month locked away in a dimly lit room, with only my Human League albums for company. First released on the BBC Micro, its wire-frame 3D went all and sundry foaming at the mouth. There is probably no-one who has owned a home computer who hasn't at some time or another come into contact with David Braben's trading-cum- action space campaign, Elite.