ZX-News #11 29 октября 1996

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Letters - A letter from the Army.

                  Letters



           Anton Gorshkov, 1996



                 Outdoor party.


  Midnight. Above the city N
deepened the darkness. Usually at this time all
already asleep, but in the quarter No X met the company is not 
monotonous. And the company was obviously drunk and do what she 
and each of her wish. 


  Putting the board on two stools, Prince,
clad in shining armor, and Mage, in
clothes strewn with stars, Gamble
in the "DARK LEGIONS", often with figures
appeared and disappeared completely on their own. DIZZY, has 
just escaped from DAIZY after another quarrel about collecting

berries, and many still remember what it usually ended, 
lounging on the couch, on which he sag badly, pulled a beer, 
not really worrying that it sheds on his shell.



  Timid USER, curled into a ball behind a bush,
afraid of watching going on in his
apartment orgy.


  That's the spirit Napoleon'a, inspiring
USER'sky Pentagon, makes futile attempt
stick for mouse protective screen.
Five aquanauts and a dozen submarines
aliens from the "UFO-2" drunk something is not
divided and arranged in the near dismantling
aquarium. Think won the third debate
side - aquarium fish. A strange creature with bulging eyes, 
stupid grin and an inscription on the back "I'm gluk!" threw in 
all the paint, because of what is happening soon began to 
resemble a madhouse. Some hacker doing vsparyvaniem protection 
from programs: next to him lay several piles of floppy disks 
away from envelopes. Temporal diversity in the proceedings 
brought refrigerator from the kitchen: when some of the guests 
checked it for beer or lemonade, the monitor went strips

and diskovert fiercely spitting out another izzhevany drive. 
Macro Modem, sitting near the telephone socket, for some reason 
stuffed in his mouth phone cable and something to joy sucked 
from the BBS (beri-throw station). Here he suddenly smacked and

made a futile attempt to catch a mouse, which by this time has 
ensured that crawled under the monitor. MONITOR, only just

zaBADivshy couple of drives, trying to get off, but
unsuccessfully ...


  But as you know, any outdoor party comes
end. Someone's invisible hand pressed the button
RESET and timid USER was alone with the lonely blinking cursor. 
However, until the next night ... 



  Here is a letter that's come ... From the army!
We have long thought, in what section to put it ... Decided 
here ... 


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