Description
Playing a time traveller, "Time Master Tim," the player's objective is to collect dinosaur eggs, and rescue hatchling dinosaurs, while avoiding snakes ("proto-snakes"), gigantic spiders ("proto-spiders"), flying creatures ("proto-pedes"), and the dinosaurs' mother (or "Dino Mom"). Physical contact with any of the first three causes the player, after a period of time, to experience "devolution" into a prehistoric spider (as a result of "contamination"). The player needs to get back to the transport force field ("time warp") before time runs out, in order to avoid this grisly fate (which is equivalent to death; it results in the loss of one of Tim's lives). Returning to the force field in time restores the player's health. The Time Master can also be contaminated through physical contact with a Dino hatchling. When contamination ensues, any of the eggs being carried by Tim are destroyed. For each egg lost, the player gets one minus point. Additionally, coming into direct contact with the juvenile dinosaurs kills them, by infecting them with biological contaminants ("the common Measles") from the 21st century, subtracting ten points from the player's score. While within the transport force field, Tim is safe from all creatures except the Dino Mom.
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