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You are the winner of the 
competition and are 
granted an audience with 
Calypso, the creator 
of the Twisted Metal
contest.  


As you speed into his 
underground garage, you 
spot him, surrounded by 
bodyguards and seated on 
a throne of broken car 
parts.  His face is burnt 
beyond recognition.  His 
smile is hideous.  He
speaks:

''As you know, I shall 
now grant any prize you 
request.  And here is your 
heart's desire...''

Calypso tosses you a 
heavy, iron box.  It is a 
flight recorder box from 
a downed airliner.  
''You're a lucky man, agent. 
The Commander in the 
Army vehicle died tonight
trying to keep you from 
getting that box.''

You smile and in your thick 
British accent say, ''Well, 
that's the US government 
for you.  Always trying to 
keep their people in the
dark.  Thanks Calypso...''

@S
You speed off, racing into 
the LA night.  One hand 
is on the wheel, the other 
on the flight box.  As you 
listen to the voice on the
flight recorder, you hear
the sounds of an alien
craft shooting down the
passenger plane.  You
have the evidence!  You
feel good that, soon, the
people of the world will
know the truth... that we
are NOT alone!!!