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News
3-20-2003
SCREENSHOTS!!
We now have actual in game screenshots available...Look for a playabe
version soon!
3-10-2003
Level is coming along nicely, Screeshots coming soon.
2-27-2003
Added more concept sketches.
2-26-2003
Web site goes on-line.
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I got to work especially early that day. I did the usual routine
of buying my coffee, going outside by West Street for my cigarette,
and heading upstairs to the 87th floor to my office. I sat at my
desk and responded to my e-mails when Amy, John, and Mike came in.
Amy and I chatted, and it was about half past 8. Shortly after that
I heard a noise, it sounded like I was on the platform of a subway
station and the train was coming full speed ahead. I remember thinking
"what the hell is that." It was then that I heard a crash,
the ceiling came down, and fire consumed parts of the office and
the entire hallway.
I was terrified. My boss said, "get under the desk" to
avoid the ceiling coming down on me. The fire was unreal and the
smoke was getting thick. I could hardly breathe. I crawled over
to my boss's cubicle to grab onto her and reached for my cell phone
so I could call my sister. We could hear the sirens of the fire
engine instantly after the crash. I looked out the window and saw
debris and streams of what I thought was water coming down. I later
found out it was jet fuel.
I was scared. I was confused. Mike was calling out, "who is
here?" John came for us, grabbing paper towels to cover our
faces. It was getting hot and we could smell the smoke. I grabed
some of the air packs we had. After the 1993 bombing we got air
packs, the same kind that the coal miners use when they need air
while they wait to be rescued. Mike led us out the side door to
the stairs, and we ran around the hallways looking for the stairwell.
Some were brave enough to stay behind and fight the fire.
We made it to the stairs and proceeded down as fast as we could.
The stairwells were pitch black and we could barley see. We used
the lights from our cell phones and cigerette lighters so we could
see where we were going. We reached the 78th floor stairwell and
it was locked. A man tried to break it down with a fire extinguisher
and failed. People yelled "open the door," unaware that
it was locked.
As we went in search of another stairwell entrance we looked out
the windows to see if we could see what was going on. Smoke was
pouring out of the top of our building, and as we looked acoross
to the other tower we saw a huge hole in the side of it with fire
and smoke billowing out. We saw several bodies go flying past our
window. One was a couple, holding hands as they fell.
We eventually found an open stairwell and got down about 40 flights
of stairs. As we approached the plaza level of One World Trade Center
the firemen said "just keep walking" and advised us not
to look out the windows, and continue down the escalator.
But of course we did. It was completely gray. Glass was broken and
debris was scattered through the plaza, and looked like it had been
deserted. The firemen insisted that we keep walking. The sprinklers
sprayed us from above. "We made it," I remember Amy saying.
It was then that I heard that same terrible rumble. What a horrifying
sound. Amy and I ran, but the lights went out and you could not
see a thing. We hit the floor. We held on to each other in a fetal
position as a tidal wave of concrete dust, debris, and shattered
glass came flying all at once from behind, rolling over our backs
for what seem like forever. Two World Trade Center had collapsed.
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