CTF-Addien

Map for Unreal Tournament 2003

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Title: CTF-Addien

Filename: ctf-addien.zip

Author: Sjoerd  "Hourences" De Jong

eMail Address: Hourences@planetunreal.com

Website URL: http://www.planetunreal.com/phalanx/

Release Date: Monday, January 20 , 2003 - B.1

Last Update: January 24, 2003

Version: 1.01 Final

Credits:

Me :)

Subverse - http://www.newlogicmedia.com/subverse/ For the crate and door textures

GMotha - making some stuff for me, a la the spider web

Mr.Prophet - playtest + writing my a cool uberlong story

Mitsurugi - for fixing my pc when it died :)

Bethesda Softworks - Took the booktextures/skins and some carpets from Morrowind, uberleet game btw :)

Tonnberry - playtesting, and for keep asking if the map is done every frigging minute of the day

Mxtrmntr -  for not playing this map because hes to lazy to buy his new pc

ShadowLurker - Playtesting, and for making me rip even more textures from morrowind

Luggage - Playtesting and blaming me for wasting to many polys :)

And anyone I may have forgotten :)


Other levels by author: A lot 

DB-Ship
Xidia (Gold) Maps
Operation Na Pali maps
JB-Raid
CTF-Raid
DM-Amon
DM-Sion
CTF-Area52
CTF-Aron
Ortican
etc...
and a few other hundred that are noobcrap

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Play Information

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Game: Unreal Tournament 2003

Level Name: CTF-Addien

Game Type: CTF

Botmatch: Yes

Single Player: No

Teamplay: Yes

Difficulty Settings: Only For Bots

New Textures: Yes

New Meshes: Yes

New Scripts: No

New Sounds: Yes

New Music: No

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Construction

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Base: Original Map

Build Time: 2-3 weeks

Recommended # of Players: 2-6

Editor(s) Used: UnrealEd 3.0, 3DSMAX 5, Photoshop 6/7, mIRC to get constantily distracted while working :)

Known Bugs: stupid question from this readme generator, if I knew them they wouldn`t be there anymore

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Inventory

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Weapons: Minigun, Shock, Rocket, Pulse, Bio

Armor and PowerUps: Health Packs, Health Vials, Armor

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Installation

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Unzip ctf-addien.zip

Store the *.ut2 file in your Unreal Tournament 2003/Maps directory along with the others
(see guide below), then either doubleclick on it, or type

open CTF-Addien

in the console, or select the Map in a Botmatch or an Internet game.


Guide:

*.ut2 files go in Maps/

*.usx files go in StaticMeshes/

*.utx files go in Textures/

*.ogg files go in Music/

*.uax files go in Sounds/

*.u and *.int files go in System/




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Author's Notes

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I have no frigging idea what to type here at the moment except these 2 things.

Addien is middle Welsh for "beautiful".

Authors may NOT use the static meshes/prefabs from this map without explicit
permission.



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Story

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	" It certainly was a dreadful place at first. The Addien Estate stood on the edge of the Earth, a place where darkness reigned supreme. Dense forests surrounded the estate so thickly that even daylight seemed to be no match for it's shadowy appearance. At night it's the kind of place you'd see in your nightmares. Nothing moves except the wind, which whispers an eerie spell that breaks the silence with a haunting hymn. It's quiet monstrosity is only matched by it's aged beauty. The estate is a relic of time, built in the late 1800s, it stands tall and stable to this day. The intricate gardens that surround the estate were first planted in 1892 by the original owner, Markus Landcaster. Landcaster was a legend in his own time, a hero to human science. He brought to Addien his family.  His wife, Edora, and his twin children, Claire and Ambrose. The twin Landcaster children were tragically ill at birth, and stricken with a rare photosentive ailment that supposedly occured in the Landcaster bloodline every 5 or 6 generations. The gardens were built as a safe haven for the children, who slept during much of the day and spent their fun filled youth in the gardens during nightly hours. The site was chosen for it's minimal exposer to sunlight, and the children lived with the diasese undamaged for years. It wasn't until their teenage years that the children began to show signs of recovery. Though their condition remained for the rest of their lives, it lessened as years past and soon they would venture into the outdoors during the day, fully cloaked of course. Rumors persist that Landcaster was responsible for this drastic recovery, some say he experimented on a cure for years."

	" The story turns rather grim after that. The twins were always close, they spent every waking moment with one another. Rumor has it that around the age of 15 or 16, the twins began to develope an incestual relationship with one another. One day a doctor was called from a nearby town to go to the Addien estate. News spread in whispers as the towns people heard stories that the daughter, Claire, had given birth to her brother's baby, and that the child was horribly deformed. When asked about the matter, the town doctor would shake his head and leave the room. The Landcaster family being less social with the town as years past and eventually became almost entirely shut off from the outside world. Some years past and during the first World War, the son, Ambrose went off to fight for the motherland. During the war, the Landcaster home became a dead shell of a house. The gardens overgrew and nobody ever saw young Claire outside ever again. During the war, Ambrose was killed in action,  the news came as a savage blow to Edora, who died of grief some time later. Markus Landcaster, in utter depression over the ordeal, asked his brother Jacob Landcaster to come and stay at the Addien Estate. "

	" Better times followed as Jacob Landcaster's family arrived at the Addien estate. Jacob, whose wife died in childbirth, brought his beautiful daughter Rose with him to the estate. Rumors of Rose's beauty spread throughout the nearby town, she was said to be as gentle and fair as an angel, with smooth, untouched skin and bright green eyes. She was a soft-hearted beauty of 17, people could see her taking walks in the large gardens at night. Jacob and his daughter stayed at Addien with Markus and the now sickly Claire for many months. While Markus and Rose were rarely seen and Claire not at all, Jacob made regular visits to the town and was a popular figure among the townsfolk. Soon, bitter times came again as Claire, who had grown mortally ill, died. Markus Landcaster was seen at the funeral as a frail older man with gray hair and a sad look in his eyes. Rumors persisted that the mysterious child that was birthed from Claire still lived inside the estate, hidden deep inside where nobody could ever see. The townspeople once again found Addien estate a place of dark secrets as Jacob Landcaster seemed to appear less and less during public events after the funeral. Word had it that old Markus Landcaster was going insane. He died before the year ended and Jacob inherited the estate. Along with his angelic daughter, his stay at Addien was just as mysterous in nature as his late brother's."

	" I arrived at Addien estate in the spring of 1932. My name is Daniel Perry, my father was once close friends with Jacob Landcaster, and on a request by my father's old friend, I was sent to Addien to aid Jacob in some revitalization projects he wanted for his Estate. I was younger then, in my late twenties, and when the notion that I would be working on the strange "cursed" Addien estate came up, I was more than anxious to go. My travel to the estate took a several days, along the way I heard all the stories and rumors that were surfacing in the area. I heard about the tragic tale of the original caretakers and I heard about the rumored "Demon Child" that lived in the cellars. But most importantly I heard of the young daughter Rose, whose beauty was compared to Helen of Troy. Every man in the town would rejoice and die happy if just to glimpse her in the garden. But the Estate was a haunting place at night, so nobody dared venture into the woods. A few brave boys did and reported that they saw her walking along, hooded and cloaked, humming an enchanting song as she moved so delicatly through the darkness. Of course, other stories surfaced that strange goblins roamed the gardens at night. Those stories were considered insane by most, but it was enough to frighten off most people who dared to see for themselves."

	"When I arrived, the estate was just as I had heard. It truly was a haunting place, eerie and mystifieying. My first encounter with Jacob was pleasant, I remembered the man from my childhood, but the Jacob I saw now was a much older man in his late 60s. He married late in life. I remember my first meeting with Rose as if it were yesterday, the young 17 year old was truly a gift from heaven. Her eyes burned into my mind like emerald embers. She was more beautiful then the rumors had mentioned. She was a quiet and a verbally shy girl, if one dared to look at her in the eyes she would smile gently and reply with a seductive stare. I was given a room in the main level and brought some workers from the north with me. The workers stayed mostly in the outside servant building, which had been built for the original Landcaster family servants. The workers renovated the smaller building which lay on the edge of the forest  for the first few weeks as I shared my design plans with Jacob. Jacob was a very pleasant man who seemed very interested in my ideas. We got along quite well and soon work began to bring a more modern touch to the house. The only rules were that none of the workers were allowed to go into the Landcaster garden and the cellers were off limits, held under lock and key. I had no trouble with these rules, but I was very curious as to the why the cellar was sealed off. Jacob wanted the cellar to remain as it was, or so was his answer when I asked him one day. "

	"Work went well for a month, the workers worked during the day and returned to the servant building at night. I ate supper with Jacob and spent much of my days either going over plans with Jacob or swapping stories and experiences with him. Occasionally I would take walks with Rose in the garden. She barely ever spoke, my excuse was that I liked walking in there, but I think she knew that my only interest was spending time with her. She silently teased me, giving me occasional seductive stares under her dark hooded cloak. She was just a girl, but she had me snared like a mighty dragon. I would ask her things, things just to get her to talk so I could hear her delicate voice. I asked her about the original caretakers, Markus's family. She didn't say much, except that Claire was always in bed. Rose told me Claire would have terrible nightmares and spend nights screaming at the ceiling. Sometimes Claire would think she saw "something running in the garden", late at night and they would find her huddled in a ball under her bed. It got so bad that she stopped talking after awhile and would flinch if you shone any light on her, even a candle. Rose then said that Claire died of fright. I told her that I thought she died of the illness, but Rose told me that, " It is true Claire was sick, but she died of fright". Apparently one morning she was found dead in an unatural position, her expression twisted and obscene. She had chewed her own tongue off in the night and her heart burst under the stress of intense fear. Rose was quiet for a long time after she revealed that to me, and I didn't ask her any more questions after that."

	"One night I awoke to a freakish sound. It sounded animalistic and it echoed throughout the house for a solid minute before it went dead. I sat up in bed scared out of my mind, I didn't know if I had heard the wind or some "thing" inside the house. I knew it was inside, whatever it was. I put on my Robe and lit a candle. I followed a faint sound down the hallway, it sounded like a metal rattling sound under the floor or in the walls. As I progressed through the halls, I came to Rose's door, her bed was empty. I feared for her safety but did not call out. I didn't know what exactly was happening so I continued to follow the sound slowly and stealthily. I made my way downstairs, and the sound got louder, more like a metal clanking. I finally came to the cellar door and stopped dead. Whatever the clanking was, it was coming from downstairs in the cellar. Seeing my chase was averted, I leaned against the door in dismay. But the door was unlocked, and it moved. Someone had unlocked the cellar door and went down there. I thought of Rose down there in the dark, and I reluctantly progressed deeper under the Assein estate. The tunnels under the floor were old, bricks and iron with cobwebs all around. There was a breeze coming down the dark tunnel and it blew my candle out. I paniced in fear but was relieved when a light shone from down the tunnel's darkness. I inched furthure along, the clanking getting louder with each step. I came to another staircase. I followed it deeper and heard a new sound along the way. It was a angelic voice, a woman's voice. Humming, It was Rose's pleasant tune that now filled the darkness. As the singing got louder the clanks died down, as if they were being caused by by someone beating the walls in some sort of agony and now being soothed byRose's melody. The singing was close, I became like a shadow that moved silently along the walls. I saw a heavy looking door with orange torch light emitting from a strudy looking metal grate which was on the top of the doorface. I peered through the grate and saw a dim room illuminated by numerous candles along one side of the wall. Large chains were hanging from the ceiling and several were laying on the ground and snaked along the dirt floor, leading into a dark corner of the room. The chains moved slightly, they were attached to someone who was slowly moving around in the large shadow. Rose stood by the candles, she held one in her hand, her hood lowered and her eyes closed. She continued to sing as I watched her. Through her singing I could hear a faint panting coming from the darkness. She stood still and peacful as she hummed, but she also seemed strangely poised....as if ready to jump back incase something jumped from the shadows. I watched her, swimming in her words and forgetting the moving darkness. She stopped after awhile and looked forward into the dark part of the room. I heard her whisper soothingly to something , as if talking to a child. I leaned forward to hear her, I caught a few lines..."

"...So stop making so much fuss, I know you want me but you know you cannot be allowed out. You remember what you did to Claire? If you get out again,  Father will put you away for good. It is unatural how you thirst for me, I am frightened by the very thought. I  am going to sleep now."

	" I heard a mournful moan as she turned toward the door, I sank back into the darkness and slowly but quickly made my way back upstaires and into my room. I heard the soft pat of Rose's feet going quietly to her room. The next day I said nothing of the ordeal to her, but she seemed to avoid me for some reason. The workers went on with work as usually, I overheard a few whispering to each other about a " Demon-like howl" they heard the night before. I said nothing. That evening, Rose came into my room after supper and told me she wanted to speak with me. She told me she knew I followed her the other night. I tried to protest, but she said I left the cellar door open when I ran back up and had dropped my burnt out candle by the cellar steps. I saw my chance to ask, so I did. I asked her what was down there. She was very quiet and told me it was very important that Jacob not know about her nightly deed. She sat on my bed and told me  about Claire and Ambrose's baby, I told her I had heard the child was born bizare. She nodded slowly and told me that the man in the cellar was horribly deformed and that he was very much like an animal. She was very nervous as she told me this, I saw her shaking. I put my arm around her but that seemed to make her uncomfortable so I pulled away. She told me it's name was Aaron, and he had tormented the house for years with his agonized howls. Aaron apparantly attacked Markus one night and Markus never fully recovered the ordeal, which later led to his death. Then Aaron escaped the cellar one night and attacked Claire as she slept. Aaron, she said, only cared about base instincts. He seemed to smell Claire's female scent and not even realizing she was his mother, burst into her room one night and attempted to rape her. Jacob managed to pull Aaron away with fire, which Aaron was afraid of. Any bright light was too much for him to stand since he was always in the darkness. A bright enough light, like sunligt, would cause him to die of shock. Claire never seemed to "wake up" from the horror, first her bloody birth to Aaron and then Ambrose and her mother dying, she went crazy Rose said. She kept having the same nightmares and imagined Aaron attacking her always until she died of pure terror. Rose then told me Jacob didn't have the heart to kill his brother's monsterous grandson, and kept him in the cellar permantly locked up. Aaron apparantly became anxious by Rose's presence and would get restless tyring to get from his prison and to her. Rose visited Aaron to soothe him because she was afraid he'd get all frustrated and break loose and then she'd suffer the same fate as Claire. Jacob had no knowlage of this, and Rose wanted to keep it that way."

	" I kept her secret. A month or two passed and things got quieter. Jacob and I got closer, he seemed to really like me, like I was the son he never had. The workers did much work to the interior of the estate, modernizing it with present day electrical wiring and enforced architecture. Generators were added and new lights. Jacob spent most of his time in the library reading Markus's text books and other literature. The workers's final touch was a greenhouse, for Rose. I had ordered many rare plants for her and she seemed overjoyed when they arrived. The Estate was my first big project, and while the hidden eerieness was always on my back, I shoved it off since I was too wrapped up with my success. I wish I had paid more attention to the cellar. It seemed as if Aaron was getting nervous by all the commotion and Rose was making more and more trips to down to the darkness to ease him. I would follow her sometimes, peering through the grate....just in case Aaron broke loose. "

	"One night there was a terrible storm. The rain was so harsh and the wind so violent that trees swayed back and forth and the house was alive with the sound of the downfall. I stayed up in the Library with Jacob, discussing things as we watched the rain fall and crash. We were interrupted by a loud knock as the front door burst open and many of the workers ran in, all of them soaked and a few drenched in mud. They said a tree had collapsed on the servant building and there were people injured. Me and Jacob prepared ourselves with lanterns and cloaks. I ran to my room as Jacob followed the workers back to the collapsed building. I went through my things and found my medical supplies which I had brought as precautions. Rose was at my door worried, but I told her not to fear and to stay inside. She told me Aaron was screaming and I saw this look of terror on her face. She said she was going to calm him so he didn't get scared and hurt himself, or make the workers hear him. I warned her to stay in her room and ran out into the rain. The rushing drops stung my face as I sprinted through the mud. Workers were already being helped out and we took shelter in the remaining side of the building that was still standing. Four men were hurt, but not seriously, we put the lanterns down and the workers lit new ones. I realized we would need blankets so I grabbed one of the tougher workers, Harold, and told him to come with me. We ran back through the rain, I tripped and fell into the mud. Harold helped me up and we progressed. We ran inside and shook the water off. I panted for breath as Harold grabbed my shoulder. I shook him away and said I was fine, and that I just needed a breather. He shook me again and I looked up and followed his gaze. I saw fragments of the cellar door laying all around the main hall. Just as I saw this I heard a woman's scream. I shouted for Rose and ran in the direction of the sound. Harold followed me, but I told him to go back and get the others. I ran by Markus's old hunting rifle collection case and pushed it over. Grabbing a hunting rifle I clumsily loaded  shells as I ran down the hall, I noticed claw marks along the wall as I ran. I dropped many of the shells while I moved wildly, but managed to get a single round into the chamber while I made my mad dash to Rose. I screamed for Rose as I ran into the greenhouse, the floor was wet and I slipped hard on the brown tiles. The glass windows were shattered as if something burst out of them. Rain poured in but through the intense drumming of water droplets I heard a women screaming from the garden. I jumped to me feet and ran back out into the rain and toward Rose's cries.. I ran past trees and statues, following a woman's shrieks of pain. I shouted and hollered as I ran aimlessly forward. Through the infinite streams of rainfall I came to a clearing, and saw a large creature humped over a stone tile. It was hideous, taller than a man, dark and naked. It's skin was soaked with rain and it was all tumorous. As my eyes took that long second to focus on the abomination I was seeing, I saw Rose underneath Aaron, turned onto her belly. Aaron was heaving into her savagly and she screamed as if she was being stuck with a lance. I raised my rifle and fired a shot. In an instant, my muzzel flared and exploded as Aaron's shoulder blew open. The creature made this aweful scream that still haunts me to this day. In an instant, Aaron was up and running at me on all fours. I quickly loaded another shell but before I could fire he was on me. I fell on my back as his tremendous weight pinned me down. He swiped at my face and chest, tearing my cloak open. Blinded by blood, I tried to push him off but he was just too strong. I saw him raise his arm above me. At that moment, distant lighting flashed and I could see his talons. The next moment his arm came crashing down and his claws went into my belly. The pain was so intense my eyes tried to jump from my skull. I screamed as he opened his mouth, I stared into rows of jagged teeth. He was half man, half demon. Out of nowhere, workers jumped upon Aaron, knocking him back. I sat up against a stone and clutched my wound. Aaron threw off the workers. One of them, Harold, ran up with an axe. But the creature was too fast, and snapped Harold in half like a twig. The other workers backed away as Aaron continued to bash Harold's head onto a stone bench. Jacob was beside me, he was holding a sports pistol. He approached  Aaron and fired a single shot. Aaron fell backward and thrashed about on his back. Through the howls and storm, I heard Rose screaming for her father to run. Jacob, distracted by his daughter's voice, turned his head. At the same moment, I saw Aaron stand upright. I screamed at Jacob and reached around the mud for my hunting rifle. I felt the cold barrel under the mush. I looked back up and I pulled my hunting rifle to my side as I saw Jacob shooting at Aaron's direction. Aaron pounced as the older man backed away. In an instant Aaron locked his jaws around Jacob's throat. I shouted and aimed my weapon, but I didn't have a clear shot. "

	"I stared right into Aaron's eyes. For a moment there was no pain, and no storm. Just his gaze and mine. Jacob stood grappled and helpless as Aaron paused the killing blow. In his eyes I saw it, I saw Aaron's rage. All the years locked away in the darkness, he was a hateful freak of nature. I tried to call out but in the next instant Aaron swung back his head and tore Jacob's throat out in a huge bloody chunck. A fountain of red shot up from the exposed wound as Jacob's limp head fell back. Rose screamed and fainted. I didn't realize it at the time, but I was screaming. Aaron dropped Jacob's still twitching body aside and came at me. I looked up as Aaron lept into the air and came straight down above me. I gasped, aimed my weapon up and squeezed the trigger. Aaron's head exploded in midair as dark warm goo landed on my face, blinding me and going into my mouth. His body fell next to me, silent and instantly inactive. Gagging on gray matter, I vommited as the rain continued to fall. The world shut off around me as I heard the rain fade into nothingness."

	" The details are still fresh in my mind, even so long after the incidents happened. After Jacob's funeral, Rose went back up north. I had to stay in a local hospital, the doctors informed me that I would never walk again. I got used to the wheelchair after awhile, I can probably outrun my old self on these wheels. It turned out the house was left in my name. I heard that Rose was pregnant shortly after the night Aaron escaped, and I knew the bitter truth on who the father was. As I recovered during the following months, I got a letter from Rose that said she was close to giving birth. The letter was rather difficult for me to read, she seemed so terrified. She had recently met a factory owner named Daryl Lynch, and the two were getting married. She feared that Daryl would reject her if the child was deformed. Rose wrote that she didn't want it inside her, but she couldn't bear to kill it. That was the last I heard from her. Poor girl. I met a friend of hers at a local Brunch a few years ago in the early 70s, the friend told me Rose apparantly gave birth to a mentally and physically malformed daughter. Her husband was an abusive man and was arrested for beating her and the child. Rose left him and her daughter in 1953 and was never heard from by anyone else again. People said Daryl Lynch's buisness failed and he put a pistol in his mouth a year later. The daughter was seen by an eyewitness as wandering the yard, dazed and very pregnant, then vanishing into the woods and never seen again either. "

	" I decided to stay at Addien Estate. Over the years I've completely turned the place around, it is rather pretty now, instead of eerie and haunting. I'm an older man now, the 1980s have begun now and I find myself safe and troublefree in my perfect home. I still have bad dreams about Aaron and the house, but in the morning I know that I'm safe...."

			-Daniel Perry, unfinished autobiography on Addien 				estate. Mr. Perry was found murdered in his home, case 			unresolved. Possible connection made from Daryl Lynch 			to recently escaped Lemarie hospital massacre suspect, 			Murdock Lynch. No relationship has yet been made.



Copyright / Permissions

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This level is copyright 2001, by Sjoerd "Hourences" De Jong

Authors may NOT use this level as a base to build additional levels without explicit
permission from the Original Author.


Authors may NOT use the static meshes/prefabs from this map without explicit
permission.


You are NOT allowed to commercially exploit this level, without my explicit permission!

You MAY distribute this level through any electronic network (internet (web/ftp),
FIDO, local BBS, Magazine, etc.), provided you include this file and leave the archive intact.

Crate/door textures copyright 2002-2003 by Chris Zastrow.

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