Energy #26 31 июля 1998

Tales from the Crypt - Gamers waking nightmares ...

             Tales from the Crypt!



(C) FIREAN

 ZX-LEGION



     A decrepit old man standing at the trebuny,
again with a force struck the heel of his shoe on a surface 
trebuny and loudly shouted: Gentlemen, silence please! But Hall

no matter that did not want to soothe,
hotly debated predposlenyuyu old phrase. Yes, yes, I finally 
saved up money and change this rotten, not that no good

rybehu for COBRA MK-9. 8. But it is not
glitch, I'm at it honestly earned. New
wave hum again swept through the hall. Not
waiting room when a quiet, old man continued his speech. A fact 
that has destroyed his little wife, too, is an excuse, because 
it ...... mmmm ....... she such a bitch. But even if

I knew who she really is, FIG would
I took her to wife. Oh no I wish I was married to Malenkov 
Joke. Or himself in the hands of the Clones jump than to endure 
that. Having said that the old man blew his nose with relish at 
the top of his bald some hitherto unheard of creatures.

The same, smiling foolishly and constantly waving
hands just looked at him, and hiccupped
walked unsteadily toward the exit, where constantly heard some 
shots and explosions. Room fell silent for a moment, who 
withdrew hat who just crossed, watching

look unhappy. That door is creaking
opened egghead took the first step
along the corridor, there was a loud explosion, and
oshmotki only from a distance resembled only
that came up, and returned to the room.
Someone grusno sighed, tucked eighth finger, turned to a number 
of standing, and quietly said:-Brethren, in our holy monastery

again there was a murder. After these words
all got up and went to the opposite side, the corridor door. 
-And you brother Guillermo linger ... But the man in a cassock, 
coming after all not even turn around. The priest immediately 
jumped up, ran to disobedient, and seizing him by the scruff 
and threw into the corridor, hissing under his breath, 
something like: to not respect the charter. There was a

another shot from a rifle ... After
Holy Father resonant holding one finger said: Brothers, we have 
again the murder occurred. I have a feeling that someone among 
us is engaged in the wrong than right. Suddenly, someone 
touched his hand:-The Holy Father you have asked me to stay? 


                  *


     For the third night, the corridor could be heard shots and 
heart-rending cries. Gathered in the room sat in silence 
staring at each other. -And yet we need volunteer. For no 
apparent reason said privat O'Hara. -Oh sorry, that Dizzy shot, 
he would be happy on the job off. Supported conversation Captain

Fizz. -And those who do dumavika here admitted,
so many people already perekoloshmatel. And then
those from the top believe, why is the Spectrum
dies? -Oh-oh-oh listen, and even Tarkvemada
here? -It seems like yes. A well run him here, he's immortal 
call may ... A minute later Tarkvemada was in place.

So-so, caused the demon, and sends it
there. Privat pointed to a door leading
in the corridor. -He in fact only immortal and
can kill? Well, sort of like, yes. Then run, act! Tarkvemada 
started doing any passes hands it to the top, then down and

now, after a moment in front of him materelizovalas, not a 
frog, not slapstick, but unknown to cats with red. Privat 
looked suspiciously at the demon:-It is now so called? Demon 
even more flushed and smushenno rolled his foot on the ground. 
A well run in karidor! Tarkvemada shouted, and gave the demon a 
kick up the backside. Out in a karidor he stumbled upon 
dumovika with BFG'oy in their hands.



                   *


     The first salvo ... Daemon did not even stagger. Issuing 
an ominous howl, he rushed into the attack. A second volley ... 
The projectile hits the opponent's hand, a deafening explosion 
flame momentarily clouded the whole karidor, depriving Doumer 
50% life. However, he said, selectable output from the flame 
demon no injuries. Doumer understood that even

one such volley he would not stand and therefore switched to 
vosmistvolku. Turn out of 200 rounds, only slightly trim the 
hair on the head demon, but still remained and a rifle. Ran 
from the enemy at a decent distance, turned Doumer

and began firing without looking into the corridor. But even
shots could not drown out the steps of the Deaf,
priblezhayuschegosya demon. When and rifle
stood useless Doumer threw her under the
demon legs starting to remember the prayers that he sometimes 
heard from grandmothers in church. However, it did not help. He 
had never met in the corridors of this level with such an 
opponent against which remained one 
............................... 
.......................................... 
.......................................... ..... IDDQD shouted 
Doumer and bare hands rushed to the demon. With the first filing

Demon flew to the wall. This course of events
it is clearly not obradyval. He wanted to
get up and flee, but it is unknown
from grafted Doumer, short stroke
smashed his head. Then quickly got on the auto reverse, to the 
last room, took off from the shoulder BFG'u, and one kick 
zaborekadirovannuyu tore the door off its hinges. Without 
looking back, he released the entire stock missiles ... Then 
make one step, he realized that all his suffering came to an 
end. On the floor voyalyalis any lumps, broken furniture, all 
mixed with mud and blood. And on next door stained in red 
color, shimmering inscription "EXIT"



                   *


     After a couple minutes after Doumer
the higher worlds, the room was filled again
life. The first ochuhalsya teminator T-1000,
after it moved, and others. Snowman at the wall turned into a 
Sub-Zero. Then oklimalsya and old, who last performed on 
trebune. Without losing a second he again became head of the 
hall. Pouring from the carafe of water he drained the contents 
of the glass. -So, what happened recently fully confirms what 
we have gathered today is not in vain. Glitches to do with them 
and against them to fight. I propose to create

click to combat bugs and run them
floppy disks in a box the user, that would have guided them 
there at least some order. Who for please raise your hand. 
However, no changes in the room did not happen. Well if so and 
do it. Suddenly, the glass fell out of the hands, feet or 
rather already an old man, his jaw slowly began to run in front 
... "Do not worry gentlemen, this is only a subordinate Sir 
Gregory again for drunk chemical waste Lake later ... -Do not 
be afraid of you now let it be. And so the team will volunteer: 
1> Privat O'Hara. Specialist explosive mechanisms during their 
activation. 2> Ripley. Master of Sports in the underwater 
destruction of others, children's mate. 3> Art Studio. 
Geographical s top editor. 4> Terminator T-1000. Half-man, 
polumashina "Indesit" with caller ID on Fahrenheit. 5> 
Generalisimus Blood. with his cobra MK-9. 8 m / s ^ 2 June> 
GAME OVER. Main opponent START GAME.



                   *


     He was a quiet night, enveloping darkness
almost silently wading, through the thickets of detachment. 
Nothing is vydovalo their presutstviya in this place. Although 
it happens, O'Hara accidentally trod on the anti- mines 
Termenator stumbled creating This is not imoverny squeak. A 
Ripley, even in beginning of the road and was bitten kamarik 
here already For two hours she cried wildly,

constantly writhing from terrible pain. But mostly, all was 
quiet. They went so far as not knowing where they drifted. They 
were not paying attention to the army of natives, riders and 
dragon flies by. They sought impurity signs of life. -And maybe 
here general who does not live? Ripley asked

picking up from the ground what a book and opening
it on the last page. -You know me
there is a feeling that behind us
Someone should say Game over and disappeared into the
graze the hungry dragon. -Do not worry about it
you just think, without looking up from his book
said Ripley.


      These were the last line written
FIREAN'om on the Spectrum ... Now he sits
and rezhitsya on SONY PLAY STATION!