Für mich als alten Adventure-Spieler sind die alten Teile natürlich viel interessanter. Der erste Teil ist allerdings an manchen Stellen tatsächlich etwas haarig. Aber für ein Spiel von vor 8 Jahren sehr schöne Grafik.
Zu der Gelegenheit habe ich meinen alten Pentium 90 noch mal angeschaltet und tatsächlich auch benutzt, also nicht nur um zu gucken, ob er noch läuft. Ach, das waren noch Zeiten, *schwelg*... 
1503? Hat hier einer nach 1503 gefragt?? Si, ich spiele. Ich bin süchtig. Ja, ich gebe es zu. Ich habs bis zum Abwinken gespielt.
(You can find the rtf-file attached at the end of the text.)
Version 1.0
- first release
Version 1.1
- Spelling mistakes
- changed "captain"
Just Peanuts
by Jan Beinersdorf
(jan@tombraidergirl.com)
[ffstory]
Lara woke, and the moment she did, she realised it had been a mistake. The inside of her stomach felt like it was covered with a whole tribe of ants and when she tried to breath it was like breathing fire, although it was as cold as it could possibly be. Her breath made little white clouds in the cold air.
Where the hell was she? She tried to look around. It wasn't long before she realised the ground was moving, and there was a strange noise, a distant rumbling, like the Mongolian hordes fighting the apocalyptic riders. She thought about that and decided, that it would probably be an engine of some kind, but there were other noises, too, that she could not place at the moment.
There was a small round window in this room but it let in only a little bit of light. It was encrusted with ice flowers and for a moment, she thought she could see water. “A ship,” she thought. “I am on a ship.”
She tried to stand up but as she did, she stumbled and fell to the cold steel floor. She hadn't realised that her arms and hands had been tied together. What had happened? Why was she here? The rumbling and rolling noises she heard must be the ship crashing into the waves, and the movement of the ship made her sick. Or did she have that uncomfortable feeling in her belly because of that drug they had given her. For a moment she thought she had to throw up, what – after a moment of uncertainty – she did..
“Drug?” she thought. “What has happened?” She set up and everything around her blurred.
She dreamed of ice and melting water, of thunder, loud and heavy, of two ravens in the sky, and of faces in the snow that were hunting her down a slope. She thought she remembered a piercing sting in her back and then she fell. Her snowboard broke and she dropped, dropped way deep and wasn't even sure she landed. All around was white and grey and light and no shadows, until...
When she woke up again the aching feeling in her stomach had disappeared and was replaced by hunger. The storm had died down and the crashing of the waves had been replaced by a faint creaking sound. Her head felt clear as after a long nights sleep. She was again lying on her back, on the mattress in the corner of the room, that now was flooded with a bright morning light. Though it was almost three in the morning, that at least was what her watch told her. She tried to stand up, more carefully this time, but she only managed to get into a sitting position. Her shackles had been tied professionally. She waited for the last pieces of dizziness to faint and then rolled out of bed. After a while, she was able to carefully stand up by pushing herself up a wall, and so she managed to get a view out of the porthole. All she saw was a white ocean stretching to the far corner of the horizon, and after that a steel blue skies, speckled with some white cirrus clouds and a heavy white sun, pale as the sallow white ice beneath her, just a few degrees over the rim of the world. The creaking sound was the ships hull cutting through the sheets of ice, breaking it up into small floes, which were floating away to the right.
Now she could remember: she had gone to Iceland to find an old and priceless Viking artefact, and as usual, someone else was interested in it, too. But this time she had made a mistake: She had let herself being caught. She had found the artefact, a rather old piece of wood, inscribed with some magical runes, up in the mountains. But her way back had been blocked by a landslide, so she had to take the long route down the glacier. And that's where it had happened, three or four man jumped out of a helicopter and followed her.
She looked around the room and found her backpack lying in the other corner, but it was empty except for some bars of chocolate. “Well”, she thought, “better than nothing”, and so she opened the silver wrapping with her teeth. After she had stuffed the chocolate into her mouth, she examined her backpack further. And as she expected, they had missed the small Swiss army knife hidden in a secret compartment. “Thank you, MacGyver”, she thought grinning, “and people keep telling you can't learn from TV”, and began to cut the shackles.
The ship seemed deserted. It was an old Russian icebreaker, presumably build sometimes in the sixties. It was not very big, but you could feel the power the old engine generated to push the boat into and over the ice that was about one foot thick. “Why are we going so far north? There's nothing here except for... well, nothing.”
She jumped behind corner and pressed herself on the wall when she heard the voices and footsteps coming nearer. Careful not to make a sound she listened, the Swiss army knife ready in her hand, as the two went by:
“She's been asleep for more than three days now. I wonder if we put too much of that tranquilizer in her?”
“Don't be silly, Larson. The doc is never wrong calculating the dose.”
“Well, she is a bit skinny, you know.”
Lara frowned. “Skinny, eh?” she thought. “Be careful not to get kicked in the ass by that skinny girl!”
“Don't worry, she'll come around sooner or later. I'll send the doc down later to look after her.”
“Good.”
“At least we will be there in a couple of days. I'll be really relived when she leaves. I've heard stories about that woman...”
“Wouldn't it be faster to go around the ice?”
“He said, time doesn't matter. No one will look for her that far north.”
And then a door shut behind them and she could no longer hear what was being said. She looked around. There was a door at the end of the passage labelled Капитан (Captain). She tested the handle, it was not locked, and so she slipped inside. It was a small room, occupied by a rather worn old desk. There was not much on it, a picture in a frame of a man with a blonde beard, he was holding a woman in his arms, and some maps were lying around, but there was no course plotted on them. Nevertheless, she sat down and took a look at them. What had the man said? They had left Iceland three days ago. And now it was early morning, she thought, hoping to be still in the same time zone, the sun was on the port side of the ship, so they were going east. But first they must have gone north, this much ice in the middle of summer could only be found nearer to the pole, and the storm they'd crossed would have broken the ice, which instead was perfectly smooth.
“Spitzbergen”, she thought, “maybe one of the Franz Josef Land Islands.” She put away the maps and opened the desk drawer. She almost felt pity for the captain, as she took out the artefact and her good old HKs, loaded and ready to be used. “Idiots”, she mumbled.
She must have walked 10 miles at least by now. The ice was tricky, there were holes and pools of fresh water in it, she had to avoid. At least she had something to drink. She was going west, sooner or later she would have to find land. She had taken one of the maps from the desk and then sneaked around the ship for some more time, found a pair of ski and sticks together with her polar coat and her gloves, and finally decided that staying on board would lead only to her being captured again or her shooting all of the crew. She wasn't keen on either. So she jumped overboard and no one noticed. Soon the ship vanished on the horizon, leaving only a tower of dark brown diesel smoke, and even that disappeared after a while.
Now she was alone. There was no sound except for the occasional creaking of the floating ice beneath her feet. After a while, she wasn't sure if it had been a good idea jumping overboard. It was not that she was in immediate danger but the ice was not as thick as she had thought and she had no supplies except for two more bars of chocolate, some bread and cans she found in the galley along with a package of salted peanuts. Not much for a presumably very long walk.
The night fell, except that it did not, because the sun only touched the southern skyline. The ice was harder now. She didn't know if she had been on her feet for two or three days now. Her lips were cracked by the cold air and she could not feel her feet anymore. Nevertheless, she walked on. Or didn't she? It was like in a dream, a terrible nightmare. All around her, it was white, no shape, no point her eyes could fixate on. Once or twice, she thought she heard that helicopter again that dropped these bad guys on her, but she wasn't sure. Every hour or so, she compared her watch with the position of the sun so that she would keep on walking west.
“That's it,” she whispered, anxious not to let too much warmth escape her freezing body, “lost in the arctic. That's it, no one's gonna come and rescue me, no one'll even know where I've died.” She stopped to take a quick glance around. There was nothing new, only ice all around her. She took out the artefact. “If I had a match I'd burn you, stupid thing!” She didn't mean it, or did she?
The door was not locked. Who would have wanted to steal anything here in this wilderness? She did not remember how she found this weather station. She didn't know how long she had been on her way. All she knew was that it must have been a long, long time. She tried to get back some life into her freezing hands after she had taken off the gloves. There was nothing here, but at least she was safe from the snow and the polar bears that had been following her for the last hours and which she had to keep at a distance with a shot in the air once in a while.
She took a look around. A weather station. Unmanned. She took out her knife again and used it as a screw driver to get the box open that was labelled Grønlands Metereologisk Institut. Inside was the automated transmitter. After taking a short break to remember what she knew about radio transmitters and eat the last remaining peanuts she cut two wires and started sending an SOS.
There it stood. Harmless, caged in a box of plexiglass, illuminated by a halogen spot. The new highlight of the exhibit. One of the oldest relicts of the early years of the colonisation of Iceland. And she had found it, lost it, taken it back and carried it 150 miles through the nothingness of the north polar sea. The boys at the meteorological institute had been a bit sour that one of their weather stations suddenly began sending shorts and longs, but as they realized, what exactly it was they saw, they knew what to do.
The boat with her kidnappers was never found. Whatever its port of destination might have been, it was presumably not one of those that were watched. At first no one would believe here, no one could jump off an icebreaker and wander 150 Miles over the sea and be so lucky as to find a weather station. But she explained to them that it wasn't that hard at all: Watching the sun on her way and noticing the moment of her deepest point made it possible to calculate her approximate position. And the weather station was charted in the map she took from the captains room. There was no magic in it even though some of the people she told the story said that the artefact must have watched over her. The newspapers were hot on the story and wrote all kinds of things about her and the rune tablet. And now it stood there, for the first time open to the public. Did she betray it by giving it to the National Museum? She had to smile and she was happy her lips finally had stopped hurting when she did this.
“It's impressive, isn't it, Miss Croft?” A man had joined her while she was deep in thought. She looked him up and down but didn't recognize him.
“Do I know you?”
“No, I don't think so”, he said with a slight Nordic accent.
That moment the light went out and some screams could be heard, along the sound of breaking glass right where she stood.
“What the hell...” She could hear the man beside her rushing away. “Now!” she yelled into the micro that was placed in one of the buttons of her blouse, while she drew her weapons. Around her torches lit up and several men dressed in black suits followed the thief. She had expected something like that to happen and the police had agreed. There were guards everywhere; most of the visitors of the opening had been replaced with security officers.
But something was fishy. The man on her side had run straight for the door and would probably be in custody already. Everybody had followed him, so there was only she and the regular visitors left in the exhibition hall.
“It was a trick”, she thought. It took a while for her to adapt to the darkness. But then, out of the corner of her eyes she saw a movement towards one of the emergency exits that wasn't guarded anymore. She aimed but there were too many people running around in the dark, so she had to act quickly. She jumped over the now broken exhibition box and ran after him.
Outside it was dark, but the darkness was broken by a street lamp standing right where the emergency exit was.
“Stop!” she yelled. “Stop, or I'll shoot!”
The figure in the dark halted and put its hands up. Her instincts had been right, and now again it wasn't failing either. Afterwards she could not remember if she had seen the weapon, but he drew it and she shot. As he fell, the weapon sled over the concrete.
“I've walked 150 miles through the wilderness for that piece of wood and no one is going to take it away from me that easily!”
The man coughed. He wasn't hit very badly, just a shot in the shoulder. Lara called for an ambulance through her micro. Then she sat down by the man and for the first time she could see his face. It wasn't the one who talked to her, that the police caught at the entrance. This man had a blonde beard and long blonde hair. It was the man from the picture in the captain's cabin.
“You! I've seen your picture on that ship! Who are you? What do you want this artefact for?” she asked.
“It belongs to me! It... it was carved by... by my ancestors!” With these words, he blacked out.
“The police identified him as a member of a group that wants to restore the Nordic gods as a religion”, the news reporter told everyone that wanted to hear it. “They thought of the runes as a magic spell to bring back Thor, the god of thunder, to power.”
Lara turned away from the TV. Her flight was called and she had to get going. Before she left the lounge, she took a package of peanuts from the display.
“You never know when theses come in handy”, she told the clerk behind the desk and left for the planes.[/ffstory]
1. Name:
Jan
2. Nickname:
janjan
3. When is your birthday?
July 25th
4. What sign are you?
Leo
5. What is your Bloodtype?
How should I know?
6. What is your favourite holiday destination so far?
It might sound boring but I like the North Sea. There are some nice places in England and Wales, too. And I liked Portugal, and Greece, of course. And San Fransico was nice as well. Hm, it seems, theese are all the places I ever went...
7. Where would you like to spend your next holidays?
I'd really like to go to Iceland some day. But for now I'll settle for Mexico. I really would like to see them pyramides.
8. What is your favourtie store?
Never let me go into anything that sells electronics! NEVER!
9. What is your favourite drink?
Mineral Water, Ginger Ale
10. What is your favourite TV show?
Star Trek, especially TNG. Friends is funny, but it's tombraidergirls fault I watch that. Besides that I like Monty Python very much but it's been a while since that was on, at least here in Germany.
11. Who is your favourite singer/band?
Hu, thats a complicated question. I used to be a U2 fan, but the newer CDs are not as good anymore. I liked INxS, too, but they no longer exist. So I have to listen to whats on the radio nowerdays and, well, let me tell you, I find myself switching to the oldies channel more and more... :-/ Melissa Etheridge, Texas, Gary Moore, Del Amitri (if there is still someone out there who knows him), Fish (that one, too*g*)... Sometimes REM... Did I mention Midnight Oil?
12. What is your favourite movie?
Oh, there are some "classics" everybody has to see: Spaceballs (and some more of the older Mel Brooks movies, while I'm at it), any Monty Python movie... Some old Steve Martin movies... oh, you meant serious movies...
13. What is your favourite food?
Chinese, Japanese, Italian... but I like some home made stuff too. Like Garfield said: There is no food out there that I don't like. Oh well, maybe not broccoli. Or Liver.
14. What is your favourite car?
I'm driving an seven year old Toyota Corolla, what do you expect me to say?!
15. What is your favourite sports team?
I say this once: I DON'T LIKE SPORTS.
16. What is your favourite board game?
Well, I think I'd play almost any boardgame if you ask me to. Siedler is fine.
17. What is your favourite computer game besides TR?
NFS 5, Anno 1503
18. What is your favourite Tomb Raider Game?
Tomb Raider 2
19. What is your favourite comic book?
Does Garfield count? What about web comics? I like Megatokyo and Real Life. Books...? Hm, Gary Larson, maybe. Or Touché.
20. What is your favourite book?
Small Gods by Terry Pratchett, The Hitchhikers Guide by Douglas Admas... there are even some books that are supposed to be "high literature" that I liked, but few. Oh and, whats his name, The Hotel New Hampshire... forgot the name again.
21. What is your favourite song?
Too many to write them down here. Maybe "it's the end of the world as we know it"? Or "we didn't start the fire"? I don't know.
22. What is your favourite colour?
red
23. What is your favourite Disney Character?
When I was a kid I didn't like Disney that much. Not enough violence! Maybe Donald or Goofy, they are simply stupid, you have to like them!
24. Do you sing in the shower?
Si. Hai. Ja. Definatly. Somtimes I even whistle!
25. Do you do any sports? If so what?
I try to avoid the gym but tombraidergirl is dragging me along, and I think that thats not so bad after all.
26. What are you addicted to?
Raspberry ice cream.
27. Console (which) or PC?
PC-Player, sorry. My first computer was a Commodore VC-20 (What was it called in the rest of the world?), I never had an console.
28. If you could choose a super power what would it be?
I don't need any super powers. Some ordinary powers would be enough, eg I'd like to keep my stuff in order.
29. Do you have any pets?
Neko, the cat.
30. Do you believe in aliens?
<sing>"...and pray that there's intelligent life somewhere out in space 'cause there's bugger all down here on earth!" </sing> Yes, the possibility of the human race to be the only "intelligent" in a universe that big is so unlikely...
31. What is your favourite perfume?
tombraidergirl bought me some perfume from Armani. I like that.
32. What is your favourite ice cream flavour?
see above
33. What is your favourite word?
"bizarre" It sounds better in German, though.
34. Do you think thunderstorms are cool or scary?
I like thunder. As long as I'm not outside when it happens.
35. What's your favorite anime?
Huh, I don't know that much animes. I like You're Under Arrest. Planetes. Niea 7. That's about all I know.
Ahc ja, noch eine kleine Anmerkung, wem Mozilla zu schwerfällig ist, kann auch eine Kombination aus Firefox und Thunderbird versuchen: Basiert beides auf Mozilla, läuft aber teilweise deutlich schneller.
Und eine kleine Linksammlung wollte ich auch noch anfügen:
http://www.f-prot.com
http://www.antivir.de
Hallo,
ich denke, dies hier ist ein sehr wichtiger Thread und deswegen möchte ich mich auch direkt beteiligen. Vorne weg allerdings ein wenig was albernes:
QuoteOriginal von Edith
Für meine eMails habe ich den Super-Spamkiller Pro. Ein tolles Programm. Da kann ich mir sogar die Mails vorher anschauen, ohne sie hereinladen zu müssen.
Eche Männer machen sowas per Telnet auf dem Pop-Server!
So jetzt aber ernst:
Zum Thema "Linux Rechner als Firewall" folgendes:
Wir haben, wie Jana schon sagte, meine alten 500 Mhz Rechner mit zwei netzkarten ausgerüstet, an der einen hängt das DSL-Modem, an der anderen das interne LAN. Drauf ist ein Suse-Linux - aus Tradition, damit habe ich mal vor Ewigkeiten meine Linux-Erfahrungen begonnen, funktionieren tut sowas grundsätzlich auch mit allen anderen Distributionen. Zum Beispiel gibt es auch ganz kleine Linux-Distros, die auf eine Diskette passen und eine komplette Firewall realisieren; wenn man zum Beispiel keine Festplatte "verschwenden" will, bietet sich sowas an.
Grundsätzlich gilt aber: Auch (oder gerade?) ein Linux-Rechner als Firewall braucht ständig Updates. Denn: Keine Software ist fehlerfrei! Ja, manche hat mehr Fehler als andere aber das steht auf einem anderen Blatt.
Schutz bietet natürlich auch ein Router mit integrierter Firewall, wie man sie heutzutage oft hinterhergeworfen bekommt, wenn man DSL neu bestellt. Hier wären dann regelmäßige Firmwareupdates nicht schlecht.
Was Software-Firewalls angeht, bin ich mit Zone Alarm eigentlich immer gut gefahren: Keine umständliche Konfiguration, dafür aber auch wenig Features, bis zu einem gewissen Grad so gut wie unüberwindbar. (So unüberwindbar, daß ich zB auf mein Notebook nicht mehr aus dem LAN zugreifen kann, egal wie ich das Mistding konfiguriere *grmpf*.)
Zum Thema "verwendete Software":
Ich benutze als Browser mittlerweile zu 99% Mozilla. Ja, es ist beim Starten etwas laaaangsaaam, und es stellt manche Seiten anders dar als es der IE tut. Dafür habe ich aber eine gewisse Sicherheit. Das liegt wiederrum nicht daran, daß Mozilla vielleicht keine Fehler hätte, sie sind nur einfach noch nicht gefunden worden. (s.o. jede Software hat Fehler!)
Mozilla verwende ich auch für Mail. Der eingebaute Spamfilter funktioniert nach ein paar Wochen Training sehr zuverlässig. (Trotzdem nicht sofort in den Müll verschieben lassen, falsche positive gibt es immer.) Würmer, die sich über OE verbreiten, haben keine Chance bei mir. Mails mit virenverseuchten Attachments müßte ich schon selber von Hand ausführen, Mozilla macht sowas jedenfalls nicht automatisch und schon gar bei der Vorschau.
Was mich zu den Virenscannern bringt:
Selber verwende ich antivir von H+B EDV sowie den DOS-Scanner von F-prot, der meistens auch noch unter 2000/XP funktioniert - mache NTFS-Eigenheiten mag er nicht so gerne... Der Windows-Hintergrund-Scanner kostet leider Geld. Einigermaßen gute Erfahrung habe ich auch mit dem einen gemacht, von dem mir gerade der Name nciht einfällt...
So, nach so viel Text erstmal eine kleine Pause...
jb
Please continue on topic dicussions at http://forum.tombraidergirl.net/viewtopic.php?t=883.
And no more f-words!
Internet Explorer:
Extras -> Internetoptionen -> Sicherheit -> Stufe anpassen -> Active Scripting
Kann in anderen IE-Versionen als 6 auch wo anders liegen. Da ich IE selber nicht benutzte, kann ich nicht sagen, ob das wirklich die richtige Option ist...
Persönlich würde ich "Eingabeaufforderung" wählen, damit man ihm trotzdem noch verbieten kann, Scripte auszuführen, wenn man das nicht will. Dann muß man aber mit nervigen Messageboxen leben, die ständig nachfragen.
Mozilla/Netscape 6 oder 7:
Hab nur die Englische Version, da ist es: Edit -> Preferences -> Advanced -> Enable JavaScript for...
Hier einen Haken bei "Navigator" machen. Javascript in Mails ist böse, deswegen lieber aus lassen.
Schneller gehts mit http://prefbar.mozdev.org/. Da kann man sich die Preference Toolbar runterladen, ein Plugin, das einem u.a. eine Checkbox anzeigt, in der man ganz Bequem JavaScript an und aus schalten kann.
Opera:
Ich habe keine Ahnung!
Hm, nein, ich glaube, dann würde er eher Mokujin oder Tesujin wählen!
Beweis: [Blocked Image: http://tombraidergirl.dyndns.org/~jan/verlinkt/bender.jpg] <=> [Blocked Image: http://tombraidergirl.dyndns.org/~jan/verlinkt/tetsujin.gif]
Frappierende Ähnlichkeit, oder?! *duck*
QuoteOriginal von tombraidergirl
Ihh, die Blechdose.
Immerhin hat er seinen Dosenöffner direkt dabei! 
QuoteOriginal von ~Anni23~
Die Frau hat eindeutig zu lange Beine.
Und zu lange Absätze, mit denen sie dann wieder .... ... . ... .. . ..... an bestimmte Stellen tritt! *autsch*
Ja, hallo, was ist denn an einem Liter Milch am Tag so schlimm?! Schmeckt gut, hat viel Kalzium und überhaupt, was für andere Leute der morgendliche Kaffee ist, ist für mich halt die Milch!
Najagut, ich geb zu, manchmal sind es auch 1 1/2 Liter am Tag, wenn mich die Gier abends auch noch mal packt!
Ach ja: Wegen einer Milcheiweißallergie durfte ich als Kind keine Milchprodukte zu mir nehmen. Das hat sich dann in der Pubertät gelegt, dafür kann ich heute einen blühenden Haselnußbaum auf 50km spüren... :-/
Ich nehme mal an, daß ich jetzt so viel Milch haben will, ist irgend so eine Ersatzhandlung, was weiß ich, frag mal einer 'n Psychologen... Übrigens haben ein Freund und ich mal irgendwann die "Anonymen Lactoholiker" gegründet!
So, und nachdem ich jetzt so viel geredet habe, nur noch das eine: JETZT HÖRT ENDLICH AUF, ÜBER ESSEN ZU REDEN, DA KRIEGT MAN JA HUNGER!!!!!12 :apfel:
Also, bevor mich jemand nach meinem Alter fragt, gebe ich es lieber sofort zu: Viel zu alt für mein Benehmen!
Um mal auf den Titel des Threads einzugehen: Es gibt auch noch ein Leben OHNE Computer?! Wenn ich mich hier so umgucke, sehe ich locker 6 Stück davon, und dafür muß ich nicht mal in die Küche zum Router rennen!
Oh, verdammt, ich hab die Notebooks vergessen zu zählen... aber keine Angst, die meisten Rechner hier sind alte Schrottmöhren, die ich mal irgendwann besessen habe und jetzt der Reihe nach wieder ans Laufen gebracht habe.
Ganz genau! Das kann der auch! Achne, ich bin völlig aus der Übung, ich weiß schon gar nicht mehr, welche Tastenkombination das war...
Tja, auch wenn ich mich jetzt bei Jana wieder unbeliebt mache, muß ich zugeben, daß ich ja eigentlich immer gerne mit den Laws gespielt habe... also nicht, daß das jetzt jemand falsch versteht hier!!!
Außerdem fand ich Kuma/Panda in Tekken 4 immer sehr effektiv. Jin spiel ich auch gern, aber das darf ich ja nicht mehr, weil der ja "Mister Overpowerd" ist... *g*
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Cuuuuuuuuute!!!!
Ja, ein recht solider Action-Streifen. Mit relativ vielen Gags, die manchmal auch gar nicht so blöd waren. Viel Handlung gabs allerdings nicht. Klar, ist ja auch ein Action-Film gewesen.
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Boaz. Nicht, weil Boaz etwa schwer gewesen wäre. Kurtis saugt einfach nur!
