Optron #24 22 февраля 1999

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entire life of the game - The latter II: Villains close.

         Last Adventure

{} Paul Vysotsky / Gendalf, 1999


  Continued. Beginning at | | 16, 17


       Last II: Villains close


  ... Granite boulders gave way to the onslaught of powerful 
jackhammer. Last swallowing irritating dust and spitting out 
the stones are bigger, out of the tunnel. 

  Ahead was the golden light of this
sun, and our hero made a few happy steps forward ... Behind 
something crashed, and crawled around the club a new stone 
dust. The latter glanced diffidently, even more than usual-eyed 
with horror: the tunnel, just progryzenny them granite column 
was completely filled up! 

  The latter sighed. No turning back
was. And in front of a tall tree and
dark cold caves waiting for his flock
monsters.

  Picking up fallen out of unsteady hands bump, goggle-eyed 
hero galloped forward. Two dozen jumps he met

strange-smelling plants. Their flavor zhirnovatogo last nearly 
fell into fainted, and hastened to get out ... Suddenly there 
was a tent with more smoking campfire nearby. 

  "Yeah, the natives, - immediately realized character. - A
nearby must be gnawed bones! "

  But the bones did not have, and when the latter gently lifted 
the canopy tent and looked inside, I knew everything. They were 
ordinary tourists - in the tent lay their inventory. 

  Without compunction hero grabbed a shovel,
bait and a tiny nominal knife. Decipher the mysterious "K.V.V. 
of candidate of sociological sciences and V.P.YU. 1968. For 
memory. "The latter is not I could, but still took the knife. 
At the same time he as usual, trying to convince himself that 
way they say, and have that all this criminality -

only to achieve the great goal. For
saving the world. And examples of this in history is enough. 
Any self-respecting computer if the hero was not a murderer

so like a thief.

  What really surprised the latter,
is the absence of a tent at least one
bottle of something such. The strange thing
was the world - even people on a fishing trip normally
could not go.

  After jumping through a toothed wonder in the land
Hero went on shore of the lake sparkling in the sun. It smelled 
of mud, frogs, and last year's onions. Stooping, Last, 
grunting, dug poured juice and as would be quite an onion - 
poured Chippolino. Fried it, the hero has received substance 
from which it round pretty eyes were bloodshot and his nose 
tickled. But because of greed he had not thrown out.


  Within an hour, as the latter, cut
Huge list of local plants, has an
new smelly garbage. Then he fished out
earthen mouth maimed opener.

  With maliciously stupid grin, weighing on
hand glossy flesh, the hero has stepped in
underground mouth. The calculation was correct - a little
who could tolerate the smell of sweet onion overdone. Mouth 
muffled coughed and spit out inedible stranger.


  A stranger, without thinking twice, jumped on
elastic cloud to the dry desert
plateau.

  There he found polurazobrannuyu juicer and immediately 
received wonderful oily extract of the seemingly unnecessary 
foul-smelling leaves. 

  There he will loosen up a bit vodichki
hardened from the heat, the earth and was able to pull
hefty scrap.

  There he broke off a piece of gummy cactus, scratched all his 
heroic face. 

  And there he met a vampire.

  Quite naturally, our hero wanted
hear from him detailed chronicle of horrors
took place in this terrible world. But with
fattened on canned substitutes
blood ghoul rational dialogue has failed. Ghoul curve, let go 
of different sounds obscene and complained about something hard 
in the stomach. The latter took it all on the note, sent by his 
interlocutor with a crowbar head, on which he drew no special 
attention, and galloped back. 

  The clouds above the lake he proprygal very
quickly, but stopped in front of puzzled zadraennym hatch 
leading somewhere under land. Luke terribly rusty and attempts

open with his bare hands did not yield.
I had to grease the stubborn set, dropping in
consumption of all extracted oil is hard work. Not
looking back, a hero plunged into the dark maw
manhole.

  In the created by someone unknown maze
waiting for some disappointment. Under the water he found a fat 
pipe, similar to the secret facility, but there the path was 
closed by a flap. And besides, have found yet one hatch, but 
more cunning - not just rusty, but also with an electronic 
lock. Last sighed heavily and walked on. 

  Soon he came upon another creature that was not only 
reasonable, but from time to time reminded of this. The essence 
of work, as it turned out, the professor was terrible hungry 
and could not get out of his bunker. Doors jammed because of 
total lack of electricity. For a start, last decided to feed 
the poor at least through the window, the more that He had 
breakfast with a person (himself it is, he did not dare). 
Professor once imbued with confidence in the stranger and gave 
him something square, so even with the buttons - the remote.


  Even when the hero went from bunker
prigushenny heard shouting:

  - Still do not forget snacks! - Then he heard the champ, and 
Professor dreamily offered: - Rasstegaychikov would ...


  In response to such insolence burzhuinskuyu
The latter only scratched behind his non-existent
ear, and moved back - a terrible, but the
and inviting darkness of the catacombs. Clicked his remote 
control, He unlocked the door and jumped into a nonvolatile

down ...

  There was no spiders and rats, but was
heavy smell of burning something, and ran on the polished walls 
of static level. Hell of a dynamo, who was standing nearby, 
explained everything. Side was Stickyed note written by a very 
messy, and yes even on an oiled paper: 


             We break it!

          You do not fix it!

                         Villains


  "As mediocre!" - Thought to Last.

  According to his estimates, in order to make this miracle of 
technology to work, lacking only some nekakih firewood and Got 
a light for heating. Even earlier, on the other side, he on 
fire a few tourists full sun a piece of cactus, why he started

scary resin and spit sparks in someone else's eyes. So it 
remains only to find fuel.


  Upstairs he had successfully hacked into the magnet
electronic lock on the hangar. And though on
Officially, proslavishey our hero, he is a cunning way to 
reflash the operating system device, but the truth The latter 
actually just moved a magnet for Castle, making the door 
quietly dispersed in different directions. This time he did not

rob cleaned, and took only the truck.

  Usually dictated by the actions of the latter
iron logic. But now he was possessed
some kind of frenzy, and he smashed
opener has recently picked up the battery, and then pinned in 
the ecstasy of the resulting thus lead plate to the bait. Get 
some horrible poaching device from which a law-abiding hero 
would immediately get rid of. But again greedy.


  - Narrower-ka I fish - ugly purred
He and greedily licking his lips, he galloped to a river.

  On one side he was unlucky, but on
another he almost immediately picked up something
big and strong. I will immediately say: it was
not a fish. Hero just managed to pick up
the very sordid flap, revealing himself a new underwater path.

  There Posedny stumbled upon a coal mine.
This, of course, not a diamond deposit, no deposits of gold, 
but could come in handy. Last bump completely broke, his hands 
terrible shaking and sweat poured down for the nasty scruff of 
the neck, when he finally filled the truck. Black layer 
vibrated ominously ... 

  "I am lost ... I am undone!" Now it's all
collapse and the end "- the latter even hiccup
began to fear, which to him had never
does not befall.

  Softly at first, as if afraid of waking
priusnuvshego spirit dungeon, and then all
bolder and feverish, he made his way
to the far exit. But, despite all
their innermost fears, do not forget to grab
with a full trolley, and simultaneously wallows near the rusty 
gate. 

  The latter fled to the alluring strip miserly light of his 
naughty eyes barely able to keep up the trace, and the precious 
coal poured out at every turn. Soon he realized that saved, the 
heart was calm and quiet. A in another moment the world 
sparkled merrily, Dark arches turned into spring rainbow, and 
the hero crazy wanted this to never goes away. He lost 
consciousness ... 

  - Oh! - Moaned hero, coming to himself. -
Where am I? And who am I? And why would I lie
on the dusty floor and all my pain?

  Yes, it happened a temporary amnesia.
All of his exploits and adventures of a failed
darkest depths of the unconscious and did not want
out. It was scary and creepy, and all
as something pleasant. Chest went nice
heat of complete irresponsibility of consciousness
for what it was before, and the last with
light-heartedly decided to explore on
unfamiliar terrain.

  Obsession soon gone: first
surfaced children's images, sickly face
aunts, a barn, where he lived last. Then
I remembered that you need to do some
mission, and the hero decided to go and save all
someone asks.

  For a start, he ran dynamo -
remaining coal enough for this, and
flaming cactus did not disappoint. Generator earned by 
answering fun treskotom. Power supply was restored, and 
Professor, must be released from his steel bag.


  After a few powerful jumps due to
small hill seemed vaguely familiar
hopper, sometimes painted in nasty
khaki. However, automatic
doors at this time were hospitable wide open. Last deftly and 
silently zaporhnul them, frightened Professor bent over 
scratched retort. 

  - A young friend! That you might have tried? I even had time 
to exercise. There, You know, birds are singing. However, it is

I, the birds that's just not - villains passing.

  In response to the throat of the Last flew
only a gurgling sound, which meant that he
collected his thoughts.

  Meanwhile, the professor continued. It turns out, bullies, 
except for birds and disliked and more fish, fruit trees and 
most scientist, which led him into the bunker.


  - There is also the aliens were - continued gab light of 
science - but they do not stand on ceremony. Sprayed some 
filthy gas, irradiating everything. Birds even in warm 
countries to fly did not have time ... But when the stones 
began to grow limbs, the aliens have understood that overdone. 
Well, left to its high-speed teapots. Later, however, had to 
unpack an archive image of this world and another six months to 
debug. 

  Professor dozheval canned and fished out
immense folds of their gowns
silver toothpick, began to pick
in gold teeth. Appreciatively okinuv brisk
Last senile eyes, he asked:

  - And you'll be part of what, dear?
I mean, who is listed?

  Last through the cold glasses glasses
scientist drilled small cunning eyes, and
became clear that the lie will not succeed. Quite
quiet hero stammered:

  - And I'm on this, on computer parts.
I'm the hero. Local scale.

  - And, I suppose, the hero-lover "? Okay, it's time to do 
business. To play cards? 

  The next three hours, our hero, and Professor
were playing the fool. From time to time bin
resounded with a triumphant voice:

  A-ah! Well, dear hero, puts his forehead! I'll give you 
another bream. 

  When the latter has languished on the aching
burning pains in the temples, a professor of a sudden
grabbed marked cards and continued the story
the atrocities of local bandits. Hero listened attentively, 
occasionally painful moaning, but still had an insight. 
Apparently, for the destruction of monsters Professor needed a 
blue fruit of the tree. His hero, and had to get it.


  Only in the evening, taking a gift of Professor - battered 
pen - and gone in It is from under the nose white robe, a hero

left of the bunker.

  Along the way he stopped at a small
aerodromchike, has long attracted its
attention. Little wandering among the different
trash, broke last scrap Index
wind and trudged on.

  Soon, he again met a vampire. He and
further moaned and complained of pain in
abdomen. The hero in this regard
there was a magnificent and somewhat ingenious plan:

  "If I would make this blood-sucking
monster spit out what he's choking,
then it falls to the ground. And if it is to
same and brittle, then break. "- thought
Last.

  Hero solved the problem simply - stuck in
ground wind indicator stolen a few steps away from the ghouls 
and, wincing with disgust, lightly tickling of a feather. Ghoul 
broke down and spit out a round shiny object that fell straight 
to the wind indicator. Fumbling there, the Last

learned about a new bulb.

  With this trophy, he bounced back to the airfield - he again 
has a new idea. Looking down the road to the hangar, it is an 
old puffy priladil bochke new valve and scored a nice-smelling 
fuel tank. 

  At the airport hero has long been spotted
single cartridge, where, and screw the light bulb.
Top heard the distant rumble - Signal
the fire was spotted.

  A minute later with a crash on aerodomchik
landed a huge behemoth, from which the latter was scared nearly 
to the loss of consciousness.


  Behemoth fly well, or just BChl
proved to be very simple aircraft, the fruit of an intelligent 
designer fantasies. Align his last climbed into the cockpit, as 
comfortable as possible and push the crouched shoulder-pedal 
starter ... 


                   ***


  Put an end to the best here. Begins a new stage - the last 
one is not alone: ​​it helps right now behemoth. By the way, 
whatever you say, all the hippos - just stupid nasty louts who 
the heroes and something to help, only pursuing their own 
interests. 


          Tips for stubborn


  And now - again advice to those who do not like the detailed 
descriptions. Because the game has moments in which there is no 
logic at all. Go to help this crib. 


  1) Look to bake and, holding it in your hands, jump into the 
mouth of the earthen mouth. 

  2) At the airport find the wind indicator
(If it did not manage to steal another computer character), 
similar to the net. Break it with a crowbar! 

  3) Before performing any operations with
Ghoul, insert into the ground near him, this is the net.


    Continued - for you, reader!


  Thus, a large part of the level is passed.

  Else, if common sense and
perseverance, you can take a couple of days. Good luck!

  Anything after this will be done
valiant player - drop a line in the letter
editors. And then, finally, our story is unfinished ... Well, a 
valiant player - be glorified!