The Quest for the Holy Grail
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I am Unisus, so christened by God.
In 1999 at the dawn of the Internet at the age of 12, as I was searching for the triforce in Zelda: Ocarina of Time, my life magically became the plot of the game. The legendary triforce was being searched for, and I erected my own websites to discuss the quest when I came across Zelda Online (an illegal replica of Zelda online multiplayer game) which was, at the time, just renamed to Graal.
Graal was just a replica of Zelda programmed by Bomber in Germany, but it had in its engine tools to build the Zelda levels. The software attracted game developers like PACHUKA (the God of Mischief) who came to develop his own games on Unixmad's server; this server was being administrated by Galen (the God of Chaos) as a collaborative map to host our content.
When Unixmad banned PACHUKA for mischief later, he contacted his lawyer to have his levels removed from the server when Unixmad tried to steal PACHUKA's personal games he made using the software.
What I didn't understand was that Unixmad was just a marketer who was running a server; Galen was not an employee, and neither was PACHUKA. It appeared to be a legitimate gaming compnay, but it was really just game tools made by Bomber with a handful of independent adults pretending to be a part of a real game company.
I, Antago (the God of Gravity) watched the sad departure of PACHUKA, and using my web design skills I began my own website for my new game development career. I had already been creating animations prior to finding this Holy Graal software in my quest for the triforce.
What happened instead is something of legends, and I seek justice for my kingdom.
I began developing my own graphics, characters, levels, and network connections through the community forums; here, using my personal websites & development skills, I built up a fanbase & rose to the top of the game as the Graphics Administrator & Level Admin—a dream of mine—within a year and a half.
Many young American child prodigies who were fans of Zelda came across this software and began playing on Unixmad's server.
In 2000 at the age of 13, after being hacked, harassed, teaching myself coding, graphics design, reading the dictionary & encylcopedias, and studying religion—I had just completed a 150 level game with FrEAk+ (the God of Insanity).
Unixmad offered to host my game, because it was the biggest & most amazing game anyone using the software created with a two-man team. I had characters named after me in it, my own items, FrEAk+ had his character, my own tower, quests, and more.
I was given the first free hosting of a player world in March of 2000, but on July 4th I was forced to move it to the main collaborative server—the most popular game ran by Galen, which today is known as Graal Classic.
With flying bird NPCs, and administrating Graal Classic (the only server), and just releasing Destiny, along with many fans & my own staff—I had many ideas for the software to enhance my new game development career.
I invented a new creature called a bomy-bopot with 2 legs, shoes, two eyes & a shell, with a 40 frame spritesheet, and came up with the patentable idea for the NPC Server to allow animals to roam my game across levels. Bomber used my million-dollar revolutionary idea and implemented it, and asked me to build a new game.
See, Kyle0654, another staff member of mine, had helped me make the bomy-bopots playable by the player and not just animals. My new game was to be about playing as humans & bomy-bopots.
Between my game Destiny, hundreds of hours of administration, my player base, my staff, my websites, my contributions to the Graal software & company, bomy-bopots and the NPC-Server—I had my own marketable game. I held big parties & events to advertise my games & community.
The problem is that I was 14.
At the end of 2000 after I held the first halloween party called Graaloween—I was told by Unixmad & Bomber that they were going to be charging players to play my new bomy game.
Young American child prodigies such as FrEAk+, Kyle0654, Gonmon, and Godspeed helped create different spritesheets of bomies to give different kinds of bomies to help with my new game. Kyle0654 provided codes. Gonmon provided graphics.
I created hundreds of new levels, the game icon, ran the Graal3D website, updated the news, helped with the website, designed the Graal Character Design software, the Graal Clock, designed the gralat gemstone that is the universal currency they use and changed its functionality, added tons of extraneous levels, created stories, plays, poems, towns, characters, items, a time system, programmed quests, towers, headsets, shields, & bomies—and had contributions from my friends in my own staff I tediously attracted through bonds of trust: More than Unixmad & Bomber ever did, or ever could do. Unixmad is just a marketer in Paris, and Bomber was just a college coder in Germany.
They were taking our content & ideas, offering hosting. They didn't even have a staff apart from Galen, Fuitad, and a few other people who were helping with a collaborative rip-off of Zelda: A Link to the Past server.
When I asked them for money for my new game, they declined and threatened to remove me from my project. Scared of losing my childhood work & future—over the next few months I finished my game and Unixmad & Bomber went live, charging players to play my game.
They then discontinued the ability to host your own server, and started charging people for hosting on Unixmad's server and to rent the NPC Server (my idea). The bomies were being sold as the primary sales pitch, which they deny but is provable in archives.
I was slandered, abused, & banned from my own game & he stole the staff and community I built, and he continued to sell access to the game I built to make all the money to start the Graal business. I was told that I didn't do anything more than make "some graphics", which is a lie & a coverup.
He robbed all of us kids, and used my game & money to lure more people in to donating content saying, "Everyone always donated content." But it was done without contracts, Terms & Conditions at the time; he just took advantage of American child labor.
For the next 15 years we were told "it is his game and his money", until through the power of miraculous divine intervention & counseling, I came to undo a labyrinth of trauma & feeling worthless to realize what happened.
Here they claim I did nothing:
http://forums.graalonline.com/forums/showpost.php?p=1158225&postcount=35
Here, I prove it is a lie: http://antago.2y.net/antago/index.html">https://web.archive.org/web/20001109142600/http://antago.2y.net/antago/index.html
Here the sales pitch was my game they called Graal2001 (their first product) where they sold thousands of annual accounts using all of my concepts & ideas, with the Zelda tiles to build a gaming empire:
http://www.graal2001.com/">https://web.archive.org/web/20010220172951/http://www.graal2001.com/
They stole my life, and other children. We have all been oppressed, and blackholes are all over the American continent while these men became multimillionaires with a long track record of using our marketable ideas & content to lure more people in; they turned our games into a casino of sacreligious fighting & vanity items. Today, children are encouraged to pay money to sign the rights of their graphics away to the game.
What was an innocent child's kingdom has become the prostitution & theft of our lives. An online game isn't just a game: It's our soul, our dreams, our investments, our future, our livelihood & finances, our spirit & community, fanbase, customers, the reason to wakeup everyday, our joy. He stole it the Holy Graal from us, and we are filled with trauma and made to look like deadbeat liars, crippled by the fear of being exploited, poverty, injustice, unconscious trauma for many, and the theft of millions of invested funds that would have transformed the landscape of the American technological revolution.
We were forced to start from scratch; many of us gave up on our dreams, and found it difficult to get funding for our big visions & ideas. We lost our game, our community, our spirit, credibility, money, and lives.
Please donate to help restore the power back to the Holy Grail: Those American children, including myself, who were robbed of opportunity and left to crawl their way out of labyrinths of lies & tunnels of confusion woven into our minds by grown men terrorizing us half a world away.
They don't even make games; the marketer is a multimillionaire who lies and uses the empire we built to lure more power & donations in, claiming he built it. He uses this money to live luxuriously & manipulate people through the illusion of authority & success that he didn't create. He was just an online predator lurking to traffic child prodigies' creations.
He became the Ganon on my quest for the triforce long ago, and I became Link—awakening through the temple of traumatic time to take back the hidden power.
Please help!
In 1999 at the dawn of the Internet at the age of 12, as I was searching for the triforce in Zelda: Ocarina of Time, my life magically became the plot of the game. The legendary triforce was being searched for, and I erected my own websites to discuss the quest when I came across Zelda Online (an illegal replica of Zelda online multiplayer game) which was, at the time, just renamed to Graal.
Graal was just a replica of Zelda programmed by Bomber in Germany, but it had in its engine tools to build the Zelda levels. The software attracted game developers like PACHUKA (the God of Mischief) who came to develop his own games on Unixmad's server; this server was being administrated by Galen (the God of Chaos) as a collaborative map to host our content.
When Unixmad banned PACHUKA for mischief later, he contacted his lawyer to have his levels removed from the server when Unixmad tried to steal PACHUKA's personal games he made using the software.
What I didn't understand was that Unixmad was just a marketer who was running a server; Galen was not an employee, and neither was PACHUKA. It appeared to be a legitimate gaming compnay, but it was really just game tools made by Bomber with a handful of independent adults pretending to be a part of a real game company.
I, Antago (the God of Gravity) watched the sad departure of PACHUKA, and using my web design skills I began my own website for my new game development career. I had already been creating animations prior to finding this Holy Graal software in my quest for the triforce.
What happened instead is something of legends, and I seek justice for my kingdom.
I began developing my own graphics, characters, levels, and network connections through the community forums; here, using my personal websites & development skills, I built up a fanbase & rose to the top of the game as the Graphics Administrator & Level Admin—a dream of mine—within a year and a half.
Many young American child prodigies who were fans of Zelda came across this software and began playing on Unixmad's server.
In 2000 at the age of 13, after being hacked, harassed, teaching myself coding, graphics design, reading the dictionary & encylcopedias, and studying religion—I had just completed a 150 level game with FrEAk+ (the God of Insanity).
Unixmad offered to host my game, because it was the biggest & most amazing game anyone using the software created with a two-man team. I had characters named after me in it, my own items, FrEAk+ had his character, my own tower, quests, and more.
I was given the first free hosting of a player world in March of 2000, but on July 4th I was forced to move it to the main collaborative server—the most popular game ran by Galen, which today is known as Graal Classic.
With flying bird NPCs, and administrating Graal Classic (the only server), and just releasing Destiny, along with many fans & my own staff—I had many ideas for the software to enhance my new game development career.
I invented a new creature called a bomy-bopot with 2 legs, shoes, two eyes & a shell, with a 40 frame spritesheet, and came up with the patentable idea for the NPC Server to allow animals to roam my game across levels. Bomber used my million-dollar revolutionary idea and implemented it, and asked me to build a new game.
See, Kyle0654, another staff member of mine, had helped me make the bomy-bopots playable by the player and not just animals. My new game was to be about playing as humans & bomy-bopots.
Between my game Destiny, hundreds of hours of administration, my player base, my staff, my websites, my contributions to the Graal software & company, bomy-bopots and the NPC-Server—I had my own marketable game. I held big parties & events to advertise my games & community.
The problem is that I was 14.
At the end of 2000 after I held the first halloween party called Graaloween—I was told by Unixmad & Bomber that they were going to be charging players to play my new bomy game.
Young American child prodigies such as FrEAk+, Kyle0654, Gonmon, and Godspeed helped create different spritesheets of bomies to give different kinds of bomies to help with my new game. Kyle0654 provided codes. Gonmon provided graphics.
I created hundreds of new levels, the game icon, ran the Graal3D website, updated the news, helped with the website, designed the Graal Character Design software, the Graal Clock, designed the gralat gemstone that is the universal currency they use and changed its functionality, added tons of extraneous levels, created stories, plays, poems, towns, characters, items, a time system, programmed quests, towers, headsets, shields, & bomies—and had contributions from my friends in my own staff I tediously attracted through bonds of trust: More than Unixmad & Bomber ever did, or ever could do. Unixmad is just a marketer in Paris, and Bomber was just a college coder in Germany.
They were taking our content & ideas, offering hosting. They didn't even have a staff apart from Galen, Fuitad, and a few other people who were helping with a collaborative rip-off of Zelda: A Link to the Past server.
When I asked them for money for my new game, they declined and threatened to remove me from my project. Scared of losing my childhood work & future—over the next few months I finished my game and Unixmad & Bomber went live, charging players to play my game.
They then discontinued the ability to host your own server, and started charging people for hosting on Unixmad's server and to rent the NPC Server (my idea). The bomies were being sold as the primary sales pitch, which they deny but is provable in archives.
I was slandered, abused, & banned from my own game & he stole the staff and community I built, and he continued to sell access to the game I built to make all the money to start the Graal business. I was told that I didn't do anything more than make "some graphics", which is a lie & a coverup.
He robbed all of us kids, and used my game & money to lure more people in to donating content saying, "Everyone always donated content." But it was done without contracts, Terms & Conditions at the time; he just took advantage of American child labor.
For the next 15 years we were told "it is his game and his money", until through the power of miraculous divine intervention & counseling, I came to undo a labyrinth of trauma & feeling worthless to realize what happened.
Here they claim I did nothing:
http://forums.graalonline.com/forums/showpost.php?p=1158225&postcount=35
Here, I prove it is a lie: http://antago.2y.net/antago/index.html">https://web.archive.org/web/20001109142600/http://antago.2y.net/antago/index.html
Here the sales pitch was my game they called Graal2001 (their first product) where they sold thousands of annual accounts using all of my concepts & ideas, with the Zelda tiles to build a gaming empire:
http://www.graal2001.com/">https://web.archive.org/web/20010220172951/http://www.graal2001.com/
They stole my life, and other children. We have all been oppressed, and blackholes are all over the American continent while these men became multimillionaires with a long track record of using our marketable ideas & content to lure more people in; they turned our games into a casino of sacreligious fighting & vanity items. Today, children are encouraged to pay money to sign the rights of their graphics away to the game.
What was an innocent child's kingdom has become the prostitution & theft of our lives. An online game isn't just a game: It's our soul, our dreams, our investments, our future, our livelihood & finances, our spirit & community, fanbase, customers, the reason to wakeup everyday, our joy. He stole it the Holy Graal from us, and we are filled with trauma and made to look like deadbeat liars, crippled by the fear of being exploited, poverty, injustice, unconscious trauma for many, and the theft of millions of invested funds that would have transformed the landscape of the American technological revolution.
We were forced to start from scratch; many of us gave up on our dreams, and found it difficult to get funding for our big visions & ideas. We lost our game, our community, our spirit, credibility, money, and lives.
Please donate to help restore the power back to the Holy Grail: Those American children, including myself, who were robbed of opportunity and left to crawl their way out of labyrinths of lies & tunnels of confusion woven into our minds by grown men terrorizing us half a world away.
They don't even make games; the marketer is a multimillionaire who lies and uses the empire we built to lure more power & donations in, claiming he built it. He uses this money to live luxuriously & manipulate people through the illusion of authority & success that he didn't create. He was just an online predator lurking to traffic child prodigies' creations.
He became the Ganon on my quest for the triforce long ago, and I became Link—awakening through the temple of traumatic time to take back the hidden power.
Please help!
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Antago Excalibur
Organizer
Akron, OH