The Artist Formerly Known As... |1-Freak Of NFA Speaks out on Life, Love and the Amiga. by D!CK I used to be famous you know, people would follow my every move and praise my work, my name frequently appeared in all the right magazines and life was generally a lot of fun. Then the activities of software pirates just caught up with the output of the software houses and the latter stayed away in droves, so no more games on the Amiga. People started ranting about it, the pirates started ranting about the demo scene, the demo scene started ranting about the PD scene, and the PD scene just sat and took it because there was nobody to rant about. People started heckling anybody to make themselves look better instead of doing what they used to - i.e getting their heads together and producing some top quality releases - and so the scene fell from it's respected place in the hearts of every Amiga owner. So, no more software thanks to the pirates, no more friendship thanks to the whingers, and I'm sat here with nothing to do and nothing to do it for as the Amiga finally goes belly-up. It's a dead machine now, might as well sell it and get a PC. You're right to complain, I never wanted to get a PC, I was up there with the rest of you hoping for the Super Amigas or at least the PPC Board. I had my £700 all ready and waiting, then sat and thought about it, was it really worth it? Will the softco's come back to the Amiga? In the end an advert in the local paper - a P120 for £500 with no monitor - decided it for me, and I kissed goodbye to my Amiga activities. The Word has been sent to Carnage for them to continue, they may keep it as it stands or they may elect to provide a new engine, either way it is their project now, it will live or die by them. Updates for Balls!II are stillm possible and people can still register while the POBox lasts, also this POBox can still be used for Word articles and Diskback services, I will honour anything sent to it before it closes in June next year. From Monday 11th of November my Amiga will be in the local paper, the dosh from the sale of it will be used to finance my PC adventures, after all everyone's got to have a hobby, right? So my PC will keep me happy for the foreseeable future, I have a mate ready to sell me his 166 pro- cessor when he's ready for his 200, so that's alright, and PC stuff is coming down all the time anyway, I've already spent LESS on my PC than I did on my Amiga, such is progress I suppose. The other reason I'm quitting with my Amiga and selling it is a personal one, I have actually GOT a life! I want to spend money on my girlfriend, Cherie, instead of on stamps, disks etc. Early next year we are off to Paris for our first "anniversary", she means more to me than any Amiga ever could. Wedding bells are lurking about in the future, many of my scene contacts have said "Bloody hell, you must be depressed", and it strikes me that they are uniformly single, what would they know about it? And what`s the point of me having three computers in the house (PC, Am, & C64) when the biggest of them will run software for all three? My retro- gaming fetish can easily be accommodated by the C64 Emulators that proli- ferate on the PC scene, and I can still work on Balls!II using the Amiga Emulator to run AMOS to produce updates. Yes folks, the most loved computer on the planet is now available on a disk, such is progress. So now I have quit it, I will produce stuff on the PC and write for The Word under the name of "D!CK" instead of Freak of NFA, I have no plans to join another group, although I may eventually join the Carnage PC section once I get settled, and so the centre of my life is moving away from my computer and towards my girlfriend, quite rightly so. I'd like to thank all the people who made my time on the Amiga so bloody enjoyable: Deck/NFA, Phil!/NFA, Budda/NFA, Kei/Carnage, Wizzard/Carnage, Barney, Video, and probably loads of others who deserve to be mentioned. This isn't anywhere near the full list, simply the people who spring to mind at the moment, they are the people who really stick in my mind as those who made it what it was for me. And now... the end is near... and I must face... the final curtain... People always cry at funerals, but as I say goodbye to my old friend I don't shed a tear because things were getting worse in the end, she was dying, that was plain to see, and it probably came as something of a relief when the decision was made to switch off that life support machine. Now I have to get on with my life with my new friend, and of course my love, and look to the future instead of dwelling on the past. -!-