Presentation - a new quest: Full Shit.

<b>Presentation</b> - a new quest: Full Shit.

     (C) ANT / EXPERIENCE group / CPU


          Life is full of crap.

  (Diary unpretentious everyman)



     Was the simple melancholy autumnal evening.
Cold, sick and very scared. Boot Song of Europe plus the final 
warp my brain. But here it goes! Her hips gently swaying, 
causing an uncontrollable desire. She undoes his robe, her 
luxuriant breasts as well as attracts. She leans toward me. I 
already feel her breath, a nice perfume. She opens her mouth 
and and said: 

     - Get up, filthy parasite! Nefig
sleep, your mother! Her face is smooth
acquires features senile appear
gray hair, warts, missing teeth,
and now after 30 seconds I see before me
is my home and indefatigable grandmother.

     - Well, my grandson of prematurity,
tear-ka proprevshy his ass from a soft
crib and go rinse my face irradiated fresh waters.

     After these words any happy
turned to eccentric old woman's neck, but I
loved his grandmother. I loved hearing about her
youth, when she was with all the guys worked very okuchkoy 
spetseficheskih fruit mostly bipedal.


     - All the grannies, rose. Just do not hit,
and then last week you my kidney repulsed, I still have blood 
otossatsya can not. 

     So I got up. The only pity is that the dream
stopped. I washed, ate, piss, had a smoke, looked out the 
window again, and smoked went for a walk.


     The street was empty, but someone's snotty kids with an 
important air staring at my aside and quietly whispered. I've 
already passed them, when something heavy hit me on the back. 
Wild laughter these bastards added to the impact of further 
pain. I turned around. Children giggle ran in different side. 
This way you can not leave. I chosen goal. Small, with a 
scratch on nose guy - run away from me. You selected.

You ....

     He rushes me to blindly picks
voice in an incredible scream of horror. Were damp
Light T-Shirt shaking walking shoulder, stuck to the back of 
the head of blond hair ... He runs like running the last time 
in life, and when I catch him, he does not no longer have to 
laugh, no supper or throw stones at passers-by.


     Faltering weakening legs, refusing to serve him, thereby 
making me unimaginable service. His covers

shadow - my shadow. Huge carrying the death
This undeveloped body.

     He cries. As he screams! Stumbles, falls, wrap tear-stained
face ... Crackling bones. Uterine unearthly sound. Everything.

     Really - everything? Need to stretch the procedure. Yes, 
that is exactly what needs to be done. 

     I open my eyes, looking for him, but no
no ...

     Damn, again, my stormy imagination.
No, because you can not live. Let's go for a walk around the 
shops. 

     Feet dragged me God knows where.
I do not know how, but soon I found myself in
some computer shop. Dusty shelf
preslavutogo shop were completely
overwhelmed by some lamerskim product: worn and moldy NICs,
which can with peace of mind to frighten any zhelezyachnika; 
foul of offensive environment CD with poor and

hideous programs; over fast
processors, accompanied by the fans, the size of a parabolic 
antenna. All this is just an abundance of eversion and my

without the patients directly to the interior
Vetrino. Spray vomit filled glasses little bald salesman who 
dealt with children's trepidation setting full of running. I 
jumped aside, and with interest watched the action torgosha.


     Poor old first highly confused and
When recovered, it could hardly restrain his
vomiting. Me this interested. His face
for a moment perekorezhilo as tin
under a hydraulic press. Second and
Now, here it is! Yes! How beautiful it is!
Strong, unrestrained jet breaks out of
the throat of his master. It flies forward, and
Nobody, nobody can stop it.

     Thick drops, splashing, falling onto the keyboard, 
obezobrazhivaya it and turning it into clot undigested mucus. 
Monitor screen quickly disappears behind the veil mraznoy mold. 
System unit, was the last time piknuv, silenced forever. 
Seller, exhausted from the spontaneous emission "Energy" 
decreases with erysipelas in his same work. MS, issuing final 
plaintive squeaking sound, with gurgling chokes mucus.


     I'm just happy! How fun day begins. I do not scare easy
dreadful price (some 3,5 'drive - 1 $),
does not frighten evil sign, "Krastev. On
my mind easily. More I do here
nothing. I walked towards the exit,
when there was a cotton back and breathed some tuhlovatym 
plowing. 

     - What else?!: "I asked.

     Turning, I saw a black silhouette.
He eclipsed almost every window. I felt
his breath is breathing ... Boy,
probably just do not know that you can brush your teeth. At 
this point, the silhouette was closer to me. I felt

uncomfortable. In these troubled times to anyone
can not be trusted. Suddenly, he oriented
at odds. Slightly moving away, I just
case closed, some privates and
shouted:

     - Hey, Border color night! People
Why frightening?! Huh?

     And he responded. He has since said that
even the hair on my ass vsali end. Oh, it was the voice. A 
voice I never heard anywhere, ever. At the same time unlike any 
that resembles crack ass when you have diarrhea, as tall as

song of a lark, and low as squelch
lubrication in the vagina, ringing like a hammer blow
on the anvil and the deaf, like the crunch of skull
box in the grip of a prolonged, as the horn
engine and as short as a heartbeat,
pierced shompurom barbecue. He carried
a horror - the horror of what you
will once again hear this debility
marasmic squeaky golosishko, saying:

     - Get down on your knees! Before you is a great and 
powerful magician, an evil genius Billitsio Lamerino-Geyttso! I 
am a great of the greatest, smartest of the smartest people, 
sneaking out beside ... Submitted to me, and I'm not going to 
hurt you! 

     Yes, here's what he said. He offered me the power of the 
Internet, speed of vindous, knowledge in his head. But I knew 
that he can give me just one thing - tedious and

wretched life ps - encoder. He made
I bring my Speccy, friends, ideals,
but I do not give up. I knew who he was. He
offered me all this and was refused.

     - Stupid spektroidz! You do not know against whom you go! 
I! Billitsio! Will win the world and destroy you, your little

little world, your ideas! Spectrum die! I wrote the virus. He 
already is spread along with your software. He will kill your 
low-power computers and install the full totalitarian monopoly 
of Pi Xi! And now you will die, but not so, and in equal fight. 
Defend yourself! 

     He made his first lunge in my direction
and lightly touched on the left cheek. His fist
obzhog my face with a dead cool. His second kick did not reach 
goal. Artful dive and my fist with all his strength bites into 
his ribs sticking out. Here as my foot, describing in simple 
terms the air, whistling smashed his nose. Dark-red thick 
liquid poured on chin. His breathing increased.


     - On, pisyuchnaya rat! Know the Spectrum!

     With these words, I gave him a devastating series of 
blows. He fell. Face bathed in blood, did not arouse my pity. I 
started beating him down. Choking with blood, he shouted. But 
here's my leg hit right on target. Eerie crunch

nose gradually gives way to an incredible
a groan of pain. Stone stimulates and excites
nerves, makes his legs more and stronger
strike. What beautiful music.
This wild howl, the crunch of ribs, squelch
blood in the nose and throat - all this merges into
marvelous unforgettable melody that you want to listen forever.

     Uniquely Billitsio lay like a piece of meat, only a 
hoarse, labored breathing talked about the fact that he is 
still alive. I calmed down a bit. It was necessary to take

a very important decision that may depend not only my life. And 
I decided.


     Muscles tense for the last, crucial by blow. High 
inscribed leg promised his victim only one - an imminent death. 
I hit with full force, but instead of crunching skulls came 
softly thud. Damn, I thought, again

fantasy played out again, no one I do not
lupil, again no metal begs for mercy. But
this time the fantasy has to do with it ...

     I stood in the middle of a huge room. From all sides at me 
staring her dusty ekranischami some monitors mutants. Rotten 
air with the force pressed on brains. Dampness seeped under 
clothing and disgusting touched my body. Looking around, I am a 
bit bolder and squeezed out its damp lungs:


     - Eeey! There is someone here?

     At the same moment a painfully familiar voice made me 
freeze. 

     - Of course there is. Ha, ha, ha! You better
probably thought that beat me? You need not have spent all 
their efforts. You, on the Compared with me, just a little

Flea! I! Billitsio - the great and unbeatable! His act you just 
ruined your life, but the truth, and my face zapoganil, you 
bastard. You could just die, but now you'll live forever, and 
You will forever haunt flour. Your home town to become the 
first, where my the virus will destroy your computer and the 
environment their culture. At the moment, my subordinates to 
send thousands of disks around country, and ten days later the 
world will to know only one computer - the great Pee

Cu. And you will be tortured, tortured until you
not shift. You're probably wondering,
why I chose Owned by you from all your
underdeveloped bratvy? Know that you just do the most 
inexperienced of them all, but I have no desire to wind up with 
someone more serious. 

     - Duck you Billitsio, also a coward?
That's on you so shit stinks, probably in the pants laid!?

     - All right! You're finally fed up with me! Take the same 
eternal damnation! Ha, ha, ha, ha ...


     In my eyes clouded over, and I woke up bound hand and 
foot. Before I had to disparate size of the monitor. Wherever I 
looked everywhere he was. Suddenly, the screen on fire and 
began. 

     I was tortured. For twenty
hours, I watched the installation WIN'95, and
when my brain was ready to work
shadow mode with a huge inhibition
(One or two transactions per minute), I was
even worse. On the screen were conspicuous by their
"Super" effects pisyukovskie demos. My
Poor mozzhechok ballooned to the size of watermelons, his eyes 
hurt put pressure on the nose. Hands in jerky movements broke 
the fetters, and I was free. 

     Looking around, I saw a meter away teleportator. Only this 
pisyuchnik could have guessed in a torture chamber set 
teleport. Seen beat in some (I will not name them) trivial 
games, this really Billitsio with brains do not friendly.


     I boldly stepped into the teleport and through
second was on the streets of my home
city.

     - Now you have to think about. If this
do not freak out lied to, then all of my kin
ugrazhaet danger. So, I must
find him and tear his ass! But snachala, I need to get home, 
and from this part of the city to get anywhere at all

not so easily ...