Ferrex MYTH IS PROUD TO PRESENT : Desperados v 1.01 update *CRACKED* SUPPLIED BY : MYTH TEAM RELEASE SIZE : 01 * 2.88MB CRACKED BY : MYTH TEAM RELEASE DATE : 05/Sept/2001 PACKAGED BY : MYTH TEAM PROTECTION : CD-CHECK FILE FORMAT : ACE 2.0 GAME GENRE : Strategy SYSTEM REQ'S: Win9x, PII-300, 32 MB, 550 MB HD, 3D+soundcard, DX8a, DXMedia [ RELEASE NOTES ] ALWAYS READ THIS NFO PROPERLY Join us now, see below for details ... [ INSTALL NOTES ] 1. Unzip. 2. Unace into your desesperados directory , overwrite the files. 3. Launch desperados.exe , enjoy ! [ NEWS + APPLICATION iNFO ] You think you can contribute to the scene too? You have one or more talents in: - supplying unreleased NEW games (maybe you work at a game/util magazine, newspaper, game press/marketing company, distributor, publisher, duplicator, tv/radio show, warehouse, shop etc.). You do not need a fast internet connection for the above! - supplying unreleased NEW store games & have a fast UPLOAD connection like 200k+, and time to spare on weekday mornings. Of course we shall reimburse you for the costs of the games you buy. - you are a cracker with lots of experience in Cracking/Debugging/ASM & C/C++. You also can code tools to automatically remove commercial protections like SafeDisc 2 or Securom or VOB or Laserlok or Copylok. You will need advanced knowledge of PE File Formats. - coding tools in C/C++/ASM (you have HARD CORE in depth knowledge of the Win32-API, you can code by given specifications etc.) And to understand and develope methods like API Hooking. - If you know the difference between reindexing and unpacking large files. Or if you can identify ANY major file formats by looking at the hex byte code of the header. Or if you can tell the difference between MPQ & HAPI. And you have a 30k plus internet download link speed. And can code your own tools to rip apart the above technologies (to show you fully understand them) then apply at once. - making trainers for newly released games (menu driven, must work in Win9x and Win2K etc.) - coding dynamic/generic intros/installers (send URL links to samples of your previous work.) - supplying the group (for free) with useful things like shells on fast (T3) linux/unix-boxes, hardware etc. Not for spreading releases. If you can meet one or more of those requirements and want to join the finest group in the scene today, email us. Use the contact information given below. Group members get all the advantages and have access to sites with everything one would ever want to leech (0day/ISO/CLONE/SVCD/DIVX/TV/MP3/PSX/PS2/DC/GBA/GBC/PDA/BOOK/LINUX). And always remember: we do this just for FUN. We are against any profit or commercialisation of piracy. In fact, we BUY all our own games, as we love originals. And if you like this game, BUY it. We did! If you think you can fill any of these positions, send an email to the e-mail address below. [ HEADQUARTERS ] NAME MYTH PC GROUP POSITION LOCATION ** WORLD HEADQUARTER Earth APPLY now EUROPEAN HEADQUARTER ? OPEN APPLY now COURIER HEADQUARTER ? OPEN ** ASiAN HEADQUARTER ASiA *** AUSTRiAN HEADQUARTER Austria ** UNITED KINGDOM HEADQUARTER United Kingdom ** CANADiAN HEADQUARTER Canada *** UNITED STATES HEADQUARTER USA ** SWEDISH HEADQUARTER Sweden [ GROUP GREETS ] Regards go out to our Friends from.. ~ ~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~ ~ . DEViANCE . DYNASTY . FTFiSO . NLRIP . NLiSO . SOULDRINKER . . PARADOX PSX . HYBRiD . RESURS . FCC . SAC . RE:PLAY . FCN . . MFD . APC . RNS . CORE . LAXITY . TOXIC . BLIZZARD . TFE . . EGO . COUNCIL . JADE . EPTiSO . TFTiSO . [ CONTACT ] IRC : EFNET SERVER - /JOiN #MYTHPC WWW : NEVER! (NO HELP NEEDED THANKS) EMAIL : GODS@MYTHELITE.COM (CHECK BELOW FIRST) NOTE : Read below before sending any e-mails MYTH DOES NOT PASSWORD FILES, OTHERS DO THAT! MYTH DOES NOT MAIL/SEND/PASSWORD MISSING FILES! MYTH DOES NOT PUBLISH FILES ON WEB SITES, NEVER! MYTH DOES NOT DO TECHNICAL SUPPORT, NEVER EVER! MYTH DOES NOT NEED HELP WITH ANY WEB SITES! NFO LAYOUT + HEADER BY FERREX OF SUPERIOR ART CREATIONS [ UPDATED BY A MYTH LEADER ] [ ON 25/JUN/2001 ] "MYTH: Always Ahead Of The Class!"
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For four weeks prior to the 4th of May he was out of work, but he was by no means idle. He worked early arid late attending meetings and making bombs, so that, the moment the signal for the general revolution was given, every member of the armed sections might be supplied with the destructive agent. He wanted the whole city blown up, every capitalist wiped off the face of the earth; and he and his trusted comrades, Sunday after Sunday, in anticipation of the uprising, practiced in the suburbs with rifles and 44-caliber revolvers. Lingg became the most expert of them all and was looked upon by his associates as a crack shot.
LIKE a rotten core beneath the bloom of ripe fruit - likea treacherous and villanous heart under a hypocritical aspect - like anythingand everything that is evil and bad, yet clings to the semblance of decency andgoodness - is Lagsmanbury. Neither Westminster, nor, indeed, all London,contains a more remarkable instance of the isolation of that supplementary orderof society that sinks below classification, yet is in the very arms and closeembrace of orders whose ambition al1d pretension it is to soar above it. Youshall pass a hundred times within a few paces of the boundaries of the Lagsman'sdomain without discovering it or suspecting its existence - for it lies betweentwo well-frequented thoroughfares of respectable and official character, and canbe entered through either only by the narrow approach of a covered-way. Theworld to be found within, however, is worth the notice of the observant, and weshall take the liberty of making such investigations as may suffice to satisfyour curiosity. Three or four acres are probably the utmost extent of thewhole area, and this is traversed from north to south by a narrow winding lane,at least twice the length of the distance, as the crow flies, between itstermini like a long snake in a short bottle, it has to double upon itself tokeep within its bounds. The sinuous course of the lane saves it from being usedas a short cut by pedestrians, and thus helps to keep the company within select; another cause conducing to the same result, is the fact that Lags Lane israrely [-136-] passable to people of the outerworld, unless at an early hour. From twenty to thirty small courts and impassesdisembogue into it, and of whatever is ejected and rejected from them all it isnecessarily the receptacle, gathering its deposits the whole day long. The laneitself is lined with shops of a characteristic kind, that tell plainly enough tothe discriminating onlooker what is the position, and to some extent also, whatare the pursuits of the surrounding inhabitants. Shop windows do not much abound; with the exception of the baker, the grocer, anti the barber, there is hardlya trader who is troubled with the ceremony of cleaning glass or the prospect ofa glazier's bill. Provisions are the chief staple of merchandise, and these areof a sort which respectability rarely sets eyes on. Vegetables, both crude andcooked, and venerable in either condition, are piled in pyramids or heaped ondishes, along with gallipots of pickled eels, saucers of pickled cabbage, littlehills of boiled whelks, stacks of fried soles, sections of cocoa-nuts - and aheterogeneous collection of yesterday's unsold fish. The stock of the butchercomes to him from the market, and consists of the otherwise unsaleable refuse.For those who are not family members, there are the eating-houses - we weregoing to say the cook-shops, but in reality very few of them are cook-shops.Their carte, however, is not wanting in variety, and everything cooked elsewherecomes here in its last practicable, not presentable stage, to be finallyfinished off. Here are terribly attenuated shoulders of mutton, hams, andsirloins, the remnants of geese and turkeys, cod-fish reduced to the gills,fins, and tail - and all the disjecta, in a thousand shapes, of thecook-shop, coffee-shop, confectioner's shop, tavern and eating-house of moredainty districts ; among which tile martello-tower-looking pork-pies, which havestood guard for a month in the window, cut the most imposing figure. On Saturday night, and early on Sunday morning, the lane isalive from end to end, being crowded with the popu-[-137-]lationof the adjoining courts, for whom it is the only available market. At othertimes the crowd is not excessive save at the three gin-shops, one in the middle,and one at either entrance, unless, as too frequently happens, when somedisagreement grows into a brawl, and every court sends forth its quota ofsympathisers to take part in the settlement of the dispute. The population ofthe courts may be divided into two distinct genera - the residents anti thetransitory guests, and each of these is divisible again into more species thanwe care to particularise. We can, for many reasons, notice but a few of them ;and of these, the residents, as they have the strongest claim, shall come first. There was a time, and that not very long ago, whenLagsmanbury was to modern London what Whitefriars was to the London of threecenturies back - that is, a kind of thieves refuge and sanctuary, where, ifoffenders against the law did not defy the police openly, they could at leastreckon upon eluding their search, and lying concealed among their friends tillmeans of escape were ready. That state of things ceased with the last generation; and there is no longer within the whole round of the capital any privilegedAlsatia in which the hunted criminal may hope to find sanctuary. When such denswere scoured out, and their most secret recesses exposed to the fiery bull's-eyeof the detective, they lost their reputation for safety - the criminal desperadonow shunned them as the fox shuns the trap, and left them to more fortunaterogues, to whom imperious justice had not yet issued cards of invitation. Thedearth of accommodations for the toiling masses in London drove a rough class oflabourers to domicile where they could, and it happened in numerous instances,and must happen again, that the abandoned lair of the thief became the home ofthe poor labourer's family. So long as the maintenance of the sanctuary waspossible, the rogues, for obvious reasons, allowed no intrusion of honest people; but, the sanctuary at an end, it was [-138-] theirpolicy to adopt an opposite course, and they did adopt it. Thus it happens thatthe resident population of Lagsmanbury, at the present moment, consists of a lowclass of labourers, chiefly Irish, who get an honest living by the work of theirhands, and a predatory class, still lower, who never work, but live by theexercise of their wits in the prosecution of any artifice or imposture - or,their wits failing them, by any species of depredation they can find or make anopportunity to commit. The contact of these two classes is, of course, the lastthing that is desirable ; but how it is to be avoided is not plain. Among theLagsmen, what is noticeable is the determination of those who live by theirhonest labour, and against whom no suspicion rests, to keep themselves and theirfamilies distinct and separate from their contaminated or suspected neighbours.To do this as effectually as may be, they have taken possession of certain ofthe entire courts, into which they admit only those who can give a satisfactoryaccount of themselves - and have surrendered other quarters as entirely to thosewho have no such account to give. All such precautions can prove but partiallyoperative against the effects of that evil communication which corrupts goodmanners : yet it is pleasant to witness the existence of the principle. Among the less permanent residents are a various and vagabondmultitude of foreigners. Some are poor exiles, spoiled for all useful purposesby the reception of our national bounty - starving on a trumpery pittance whichthey ought long ago to have learned to do without, and too proud and lazy towork to increase it. Some are independent grinders of organs or pianos, ordancers and exhibiters of dogs, monkeys, wooden dolls, or white mice. Some aremakers and hawkers of plaster images, roaming the street by day, and modellingtheir wares by night. Some are teachers of languages reduced by sickness,extravagance, or ill-fortune, to the lowest stage of poverty, and condemned tostart again [-139-] from the bottom round of theladder. Some are gamblers in ill-luck, savage with fortune and not a few aredefeated and disappointed projectors, who have failed in impressing John Bullwith the value of their services. The migratory class of vagabonds who honour Lagsmanbury withtheir presence at irregular and uncertain intervals, embraces the wholecatalogue of poverty-stricken professional nomads that are seen in Londonstreets. A good proportion of these are men who travel with"properties" of some kind or other, and for whom the accommodation ofthe common cheap lodging-houses and "kens" would not suffice. Thereare the acrobats and conjurors, with their gymnastic apparatus and jugglingparaphernalia, their big drums, long swords, golden balls, daggers, tinselrobes, the lamplighter' s ladder, and the little donkey bound to climb to thetop of it whenever the public liberality mounts to the climbing point - which itnever does. There are the dog-leaders and dancers with their melancholy troops.There are the wandering bands of boy-Germans, with their burden of batteredbrass. There is the player on the bells, whose apparatus runs upon wheels, andhas to be stabled like a beast. There are the grinders of monster organs as bigas caravans. There are the Punch and Judy men with their travelling stages, andthe rival proprietors of all those variations and modifications of Punch andJudy which one encounters from time to time in the public ways. There is thetravelling rat-catcher and rat-fighter, with his traps and ferrets, and dogs andwhiskered menageries. There is the poor pedlar with his pack the poor Jewpicture-dealer, with his collection of moonlights and Dutch metal ; the belatedhawker of plants, shrubs, and flowers, "all a-growing and a-blowing;"the omnium stallkeeper, with his stationary stage or rambling hand-cart ; andthe travelling razor-grinder, with his rickety equipage. All these - and we havenot set down a tithe of their titles -are debarred by their accompaniments fromtaking refuge at [-140-] night in the travellers'rests with which the slums of London abound, and in which Lagsmanbury itself isby no means wanting. Such places are too crowded for the property-men, whotherefore make for "Shinders's,'' where properties of any and every kindare taken in charge for the night, and placed safe under lock and key, for apercentage proportionate to their bulk upon the price of their owner's lodging. "Shinders's'' is a pretty extensive caravanserai,occupying the whole area and buildings of Allsaints Court. It is said, with whattruth we know not, that Shinders himself is a retired bear-leader, who formerlypiped a bruin through every county in England, but who retired, when bears wentout of fashion, into Lagsmanbury, and set about gaining a living by providingfor others that accommodation he had often stood in need of himself. Be this asit may, he has long enjoyed the reputation of being the father of this peculiarclass, and under the endearing cognomen of Daddy Shinders, is known far andwide. He is the sole householder of Allsaints, of which he has purchased thelease, converting the premises into that species of hotel of which his clientsstand most in need. All a parent can do for them he does : he lodges them all ata low rent ; he boards as many as choose to sit at his table for a likeconsideration ; he guards their property during their repose or absence; hewashes and mends for as many as need or choose to submit to that sort of service; and the report goes, that he even doses them when they are ill. A peer into Shinders's on a summer's day, when his clientsare, or ought to be, reaping the harvest of their year, and making the most oftheir opportunity, reveals a characteristic and suggestive spectacle. The sunmay be shining and scorching aloft ever so hot, but the air of All-saints iscool and moist, and fragrant with the odour of damp linen, combiningunmistakably with the reek of tobacco and the flavour of "entire.'' Theflagstoncs of the court exude [-141-] a soapy ooze,which glistens in a deep umbrageous gloom, through which the fiery sun casts nota single ray. The reason is, that at this season of the year it is alwayswashing-day at Shinders's, and the trophies of the tub are hanging out aloftupon innumerable lines stretched across from house to house, from poles thrustforth from the windows, and from stays and tight-ropes rigged from the roofs andchimneys on both sides of the way. The miscellaneous and dripping collection ofrags and ragged costume tells its own tale. Together with a regiment of stripedshirts, there hang coloured sashes and spangled vests, tight-fitting"fleshes," and gaudy mantles of the Spanish cut. There is Judy's gownand headgear, and there are the cutty kirtles of the dancing-dogs. The principalmass of the pendent napery is, however, an indescribable collection of tatteredtrumpery, which all the washing in the world would never cleanse. Beneath thiscool and odorous shade you may watch, if you are so inclined, the progress of aspecies of operations ingenious and industrial, rarely offered to yourinspection. Here the proprietor of a dilapidated organ has disembowelled theinstrument for the hundredth time, and, with the pipes scattered in confusionaround him, is painfully cobbling at the disabled bellows. There, the owner of acornopean, doomed never to utter any sort of paean more, is endeavouring to castout the dumb spirit by the charms of tinkering, plugging, oiling, and soldering.Yonder is a man fitting the blade of a property-sword to his own swallow, bycarefully rounding its point with a file and emery-cloth, and smoothing its backand edge with a fine polish. Another fellow in the corner is training a littlemongrel dog to sit on a narrow plank, and bark and bite, without change ofposture, at the proboscis of Mr. Punch. Within doors there are sounds of hammerand saw, and the tinkle of small tools, and the babble of voices - and half-cladfigures walk in and out, or lounge about the court in attitudes half swaggering,[-142-] half graceful, indicative of theirprofessional habits. You have more than a suspicion, as you glance at thedefalcations of their outer covering, that they are very much in the predicamentof Beau Tibbs, when his " twa shirts" were gone to the wash, and thatthey are loitering here at home for lack of the indispensable habiliments inwhich to present themselves to the public. In the rear of Shinders's is Coster's Mews. The idea ofestablishing a mews and stabling a stud of horses, in such a locality asLagsmanbury, probably never entered the brain of the original founder of thesettlement, whoever he was : at any rate he made no provision for anything ofthe kind. What now constitutes the Mews is nothing but a row of wretchedcottages flanking a piece of unpaved ground. What were once the sitting-rooms ofthe tenants are now the stalls of the beasts - the flooring having been rippedup and used for barriers and fittings. The bedrooms have been converted intolofts for hay and straw, a transformation, however, which does not hinder themfrom being still used as sleeping-rooms when Lagsmanbury is crowded, and bedsare at a premium. Where the horses, and the asses which fully equal them innumber, that domicile in Coster's Mews come from, and to what class of thecommunity they belong, is more than we can determine but the Mews is crowded allthe year round; and such is the demand for the accommodation it affords, thattwice within the last three years it has been rendered capable of stalling anincreased number of animals, and that without adding an inch to its originalarea - simply by narrowing the stalls. The mews are under the management of Mr.Thady Brill, whose name figures on a sign-board at the entrance ; but there arereasous for supposing that Thady is a man of straw in more senses than one, andthat old Daddy Shinders is their veritable proprietor. Opposite the entrance to the Mews is the inlet to the [-143-]Creek - a court which is also a cul-de-sac, so narrow that it ispossible for the opposite neighbours to shake hands across the space thatseparates them. The lower floors of the houses are so dark, that the use of themby daylight is impossible and in the Creek the order of things is inverted - thehouseholders living in the upper floors, and letting the lower rooms forlodgings. It is in the Creek that typhus and cholera always made their firstappearance, when these scourges come round. It is here that the most recklessand debased of the Lagsmen are to be found - the psalm-chanter, the "ruinedtradesman," the starved weaver with five children in clean white pinafores,the dolorous dodger, and the smasher. Here infants are to be hired, trained toput on melancholy faces to excite compassion ; and hence children hardly abovethe age of infancy are sent forth to prey upon the public by imposture or theft,and starved or tortured into accomplished pickpockets and cadgers. We said theCreek was an impasse; and so to the uninitiated public it is ; but aclansman can find a way through it into Crack Alley, and take refuge for a time,if pursued, in Scamp's Castle, where he can be captured only by a police force.The castle is nothing more than a number of dingy tenements, standing back toback, perforated and pierced into one vast labyrinth, and its only defences areits own evil character. It is comparatively empty during summer, by which wemean that it lodges at that time not many more inmates than it can decentlyaccommodate hut towards November, when the cracksmen and lags crowd into townfrom their provincial tours, and resume their winter-quarters, it begins toswarm like a hive. It is hither the detective comes in search of a practitionerwho is "wanted," routing him out with bull's-eye and truncheon, in thedead of the night, from a score of comrades all huddled together on the samefloor, not a man of whom dreams of resistance. It is here rogues in feather holdtheir nocturnal orgies, until drinking, feasting, and gambling have [-144-]plucked them bare again to their last coin, and driven them forth to newadventures. It is hither the belated votary of Bacchus, who has lost his witsand his way, is sometimes beguiled by an accidental friend, and submitted tothat searching and refrigerating process which ends by his waking up sad,solitary, sober, shivering, and stripped to his waistcoat and pantaloons, on adung-heap in Coster's Mews, or in the moist kennel of Lags Lane. Whoever looksfor Scamps' Castle, in the expectation of any outward and visible sign of itsinner and various capabilities, will be disappointed. He will see but a block ofgrimy brick buildings, with ever-open doors, gaping, jagged windows, and a fewhalf-illegible sign-boards, promising "good accommodation fortravellers." We have not surveyed a third of the area of Lagsmanbury; butthere is no necessity for continuing the survey. What should we discover byprosecuting the investigation ? Nothing more than idem, eadem, idem -more courts, more impasses, more creeks, more travellers' lodges - and all withthe same dirty face, the same mixed population, the same undelightful fragrance.We have had enough of it by this time, and we quit without reluctance thisdelicious nursery-ground of freeborn patriots and members of the society whichprides itself on its growing enlightenment and Christian philanthropy. 2b1af7f3a8