[Sorry for the light riffing; I was fighting the urge to just paste in the OP's lyrics as being performed by Loonesis. -z]
>/* Genesis "Land of Confusion" _Invisible Touch_ */
>
MMK <Reagan puppet>: Oh, goody two-shoes, beddy-bye boze time again!
>EYRIE PRODUCTIONS, UNLIMITED
>presents
>
>NEON EXODUS EVANGELION
>
>EXODUS 1:9 - CARRY ON WAYWARD SON
>
GAVOK <singing>: Masquerading as a man with a reason, my charade is the event of the season
...
>
>Inspired by NEON GENESIS EVANGELION created by Hideaki Anno, Gainax,
>et al.
>
>Most characters created by Hideaki Anno and Yoshiyuki Sadamoto
>except
>
>DJ Croft created by Benjamin D. Hutchins
TBS: Through the exigency of boiling down a litre jug of Satan's spunk.
>Jon Ellison created by Larry Mann
>and
>Lara Croft created by Toby Gard
>
>Additional material and inspiration cadged from TOMB RAIDER by Core
>Design, Ltd., X-COM: UFO DEFENSE and sequels from MPS Labs (whoever
>owns them nowadays), THE X-FILES created by Chris Carter, and
>2001: A SPACE ODYSSEY by Arthur C. Clarke
>
>Written by Benjamin D. Hutchins and Larry Mann
>
>Aided and abetted by the Eyrie Productions, Unlimited crew
>and special-guest-for-life Phil Moyer
>
>(c) 1997 Eyrie Productions, Unlimited
>
>
>SATURDAY
>APRIL 1, 2000
>
>Had there been any observers on the surface of the Moon, they
>would have been able to see the flash at the Earth's South Pole. At
>that distance there would have been no sound, and the observers might
>have wondered what was going on down there.
>Those unfortunate enough to be at surface level, in contrast,
>knew all too well what was going on - though they could not understand
>its cause. The science stations of Antarctica were all in ruins, torn
>apart by violent shockwaves and blasts of energy. Most of the people
>who were there had already been killed, and those few who were not
>dead knew that they would be soon.
GAVOK <Rohug>: And the living will envy the crackheads.
>Amid the howling winds, a lone figure stumbled haltingly
>across the snow. Unlike the others who were still left, he did not
>stare in paralyzed fear at the giant, howling monster which cast a
>sickly golden glow over everything within miles, a glow which grew
>brighter with each passing second. He did not have time to be afraid
>now; his time was running out, and there was something he had to do
>before he died.
>He spied the object he had been searching for: an emergency
>survival capsule, designed to protect a single person from the most
>hostile of environments, capable in fact of withstanding the ravages
>of the most powerful nuclear and N2 munitions in existence. And now,
>the man reflected ruefully, it would be put to the ultimate test.
>Carefully shifting the precious cargo he carried in his arms, he
>reached down and pulled the release handle on the pod's side.
>Instantly the dorsal hatch snapped open. Gingerly, he lowered his
>charge into the padded interior.
TIFFA <Major Katsuragi>: I'm sorry, Mr. Davies. I'm afraid you're going to have to live.
>Sensing that she had been set down, the injured girl struggled
>to open her eyes. Through a blurred haze of pain she looked up at the
>shadowed form of the man, silhouetted starkly by the golden light that
>grew still brighter behind him.
>"... Daddy?" she said weakly. And then the hatch snapped
>closed again, sealing tightly and leaving her in darkness, and there
>was only the muted sound of the winds, and the creature.
>The man looked silently down at the closed pod for a moment,
>and then fell to his knees, overwhelmed not by fear, but by sadness,
>an unbearable sorrow that he would never see his beautiful little girl
>grow to be a woman.
>"Misato..." he whispered as he fell against the pod, shielding
>it as best he could. "I'm sorry... "
>Then, for him, everything went white, and the horrible wailing
>sound that had flooded Antarctica for hours ebbed away into an even
>more terrible silence.
>
>In the churning Antarctic waters, the survival pod floated,
>dented and battered but still in one piece. The explosion had blown
>it into the air and catapulted it out to sea like a shell from a
>howitzer. It had sailed through the air for several kilometers before
>it came down again, landing in the warming waters with a terrific
>splash, and finally righting itself.
>Its sensors detecting that there was no longer any serious
>danger from the outside environment, the pod consented to its
>occupant's request to open after it had stabilized. Its emergency
>beacon activated as it did so.
>Shakily, clutching the bleeding wound on her lower chest,
>fourteen-year-old Misato Katsuragi got to her feet. Struggling to
>avoid toppling out of the pod and into the churning ocean, she stared
>in mute shock at the epicenter of the explosion, now many miles away,
>trying vainly to comprehend what had just happened.
>From this vantage, it looked like two brilliant beams of
>golden light were lancing up into the sky, slicing through a hole in
>the dark clouds and disappearing above them. And through it all, the
>roaring of the winds, and the higher-pitched howling noise above them,
>continued.
GAVOK <Reagan puppet>: Wow! That's one heck of a nurse!
>Perhaps it was just as well that there were no observers in
>orbit to see the full extent of what had happened, for they would
>surely have been terrified beyond capacity for rational thought. The
>twin columns of light Misato could see spread out as they towered
>above the clouds, diverging and branching, and taking on the distinct
>shape of four giant wings. Wings which stretched miles into space,
>eclipsed from any surface view by the massive glowing disk of red and
>yellow death which had engulfed Antarctica and spread out to touch the
>capes of the southern continents.
>It was almost as if a giant ethereal damselfly had lighted on
>the planet and created a huge tidal ripple in its wake. Indeed, in a
>matter of minutes the effect of that ripple would begin to make itself
>known all over the planet. For mankind, nothing would ever be the
>same again.
>That went double for Misato Katsuragi.
>
>