Interview - SSG-99. The story took place in Sevastopol on the Party

<b>Interview</b> - SSG-99. The story took place in Sevastopol on the Party

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(C) 1999, Dismaster, E. Genius
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   From the Editor:


   In the summer of 1999 in the city of Sevastopol
party took place under the name of SSG. There's no
were demos, contests graphics, music and
etc. But there were spektrumisty of several Ukrainian cities, 
including representatives of X-Project Association - Dismaster 
(Dis) 'Evil Genius (Evil). Thus, give the word directly to them.



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 Dis> Up. And then there were more, because it all started much 
earlier than anticipated.


 Evil> re. A much anticipated and often
no snacks.

 Dis> The time was the weekend, so there's birthday at our not 
close another (the other end of town) pt.


 Evil> So, how it happened, none of
This is no longer remembers.

 Dis> The road was clear and sunny, like a
stump in the freezer, not counting the gray moderators, 
stretched its influence on okoloprazdnichnuyu terrain,.


 Evil> But with the moderators, we were treated pochelovecheski 
(in our sense of the word). 

 Dis> What was missing - so it's navigator. Which was found in 
the forward bench only at full price.


 Evil> Total cost did not mind.

 Dis> Although cultivar had no special significance, but the 
impact has affected the Navigator in the direction of motion, 
because every three have pointed to two opposite

other direction to the point mooring, so we had to calculate 
the arithmetic mean of the direction in azimuth. 

 Evil> Azimut we also calculated the average value of the 
dollar in the near stall. 

 Dis> In the last door, behind which hides a holiday was.

 Evil> And the feast at the door waiting for us a very
(Already screamed!)

 Dis> And no one is sure of it. As
Suddenly, I do not remember exactly when we decided
that we ought to visit the Sevastopol due to need of a similar 
event. 

 Evil> A need has arisen precisely because
as it should have been sober.

 Dis> On this occasion, with our universal
alone consent was buried under the cabinet sweet table (chair 
and stool;) polshvabry put the needs of the valiant militia and 
bought another explanatory material to the needs of survivors 
with a hangover at the airport. 

 Evil> I do not understand why you need a piece of polshvabry 
moderators. 

 Dis> Tuesday. How many warm feelings and
memories is the date! But in prulevku get to us and could not, 
because that this day was chosen over (and south) for

date of departure of the two valiant Marov
last incarnation with a letter to 5'25
drive to the southern kingdom in itself a great
on their own holiday in the above privacy SSG'99, that
itself is not transferred to the assembler,
but said events of the same year, about
which still will have to remember.

 Evil> Yes, Tuesday. Tuesday. Tuesday. Fixer
Fixer, Fixer, beer, beer, beer, vodka,
vodka, vodka ....

 Dis> and it all had to leave because
what about in the afternoon I
(Dismaster) and Evil Genius indeed
started, moved, and began to slowly
dogs move in the direction of the South.
Dogs. Not that very much wanted to, but
glavshtab in my face gave the job to trace the fall of the beer 
as the distance rails.


 Evil>? Where we started, I guessed. But to glavshtab removed 
from the rail - This is wrong, because we moved it on them, and 
moved away from our beloved, No not at home, and Rogan Brewery.


 Dis> Incidentally, nowhere I can not be deleted!
Try distillation - where else will find these
rails, which kiosks are growing?

 Evil> Yes, to drive off the rails on the train
rather difficult (10 tons, though.)

 Dis> Yet, somehow, after a three-hour test for perseverance in 
the vestibule, we got to the first key point of the path, and 
this advantage. Gone ... 

 Evil> Yes, the beer has gone HOW much time should be. 
Therefore, after getting acquainted with the local flora and 
fauna we nadybali by the following dog. 

 Dis> with wheels! And she went! But this
who would not want to get to the navel of the earth
- SINILOVKA station (do not look at his
cards - this% opa a long time remain in
our memory). Time was close to midnight, the next dog vowed
go through five hours, and the night is you do not
day here without a half liter can not tell who
moon and a flashlight in one eye questions are asked ...

 Evil> Here's how I nadybal third guy - Yura. (A good memory of 
him forever:) 

 Dis> Yeah. R.I.P. The poor fellow apparently got lost
and with grief census, although how he got here
of the Dnieper, he did not remember. But the third
It turned out in full,
then we shoot him undermined
smokes on the platform. Hour and a half
the entire platform knew us by sight and by name, and
moderators even politely asked to leave, Bo has become familiar 
in such a way that eyes rippled. Yuri in general - its storm

principle, and only the fact that
We still remained at the bottom, stopped him
from marrying one pretty larechnitse, which he managed to climb 
out the window almost to the waist, although he was three times

wider than my girth. This is surprising, but
stall stood, and the girl even bribed
me a beer, so I disposed of the better half of any foreign 
drinking companion of the stall. 

 Evil> they were shooting a cigarette, as expected
themselves are the moderators. For this they do with them
were so tender a request to retire. A poor girl would have gone 
to the gallows for the sake of Jura, that he had not been so 
careless. 


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 Dis> So, briefly on the future road
there. Zaporozhye, we flew with a whistle,

 Evil> Just waking up, we had
go out and procure supplies of water, apricots ripened on 
neighboring trees near source, and, of course, beer.


 Dis> But with a crash at full speed on hryapnulis Pryshyb; 
name of the station says for itself - have lost almost the 
whole day in the absence of water, food and beer (


 Evil> In this wild and far from civilization, a place we 
uncorking his breakfast-lunch of pate, quietly ate as real 
hippies, because of what had become acquainted with the local 
guy, who arrived just out of the area and were trying to 
understand the meaning of life. We have him in this difficult 
issue helped, now it is probably still understands the banal 
concept from the perspective of the moon relative to the 
lamppost and their interaction with center of the galaxy 
through the glass beer bottles. 

 Dis> Another beautiful happened in Melitopol. Well, what if 
we're late on a single day in the dog; but found rulezny kvass 
and walked around the city;) 

 Evil> But I learned what a hot dog. (This
the same dog, but with the usual second-class
cars.) Though kvass me that is not
liked, but I am well reviewed the streets through which about 7 
years ago, traveled by car. 

 Dis> In Sevastopol reached by train from
From early morning the 29 th day, examined the stalls, made an 
inventory of halyavofona (The only free phone near

from the station, kryaknuty match at Freestuff
Connect). Wow so we were sent was sent! Directly to the station 
ticket office. Who know that they are located right at the 
station, because I managed to find some more cash, half a 
kilometer from the station:) 

 Evil> Sight-seeing, we
also had breakfast together with the observed
top divers and waited for the appointed time.

 Dis> Taking the overall stall markings (beer), we pitched camp 
under a temporary camp office in anticipation of Courier of 
Grunge. Nifiga it we did not find experience is not one.


 Evil> How much we did not try to stretch the parking lights, 
they are now rapidly ended.


 Dis> greeted us quite by accident,
when faced with the problem with beer, so it was
option splyt in Feodosia, when suddenly in sight, there are two 
very familiar face. As it turned out a more detailed scan, it 
was the Trash 'Midi, which are generally passed by, General 
Sound farewell ... 

 Evil> Saying goodbye to General Sound, we
rented car, (not Spec.) and the breeze went to Grunga.

 Dis> Finally we got! In the sea ... Waves are small, high 
rocks, fins heavy low shrubs - Romance! With a little stop at 
Grunga, a large crowd, we off for the winter to my sister 
Mighty, y which was an empty apartment ... was ...

In the evening it is firmly settled with a dozen people, among 
them occasionally come across Brokimsoft, Pooh, the two of us, 
and some others who do not drink vodka ... After

census, two bottles of inspiration to the people were only 
three people - Me, Pooh, and Evil.


 Evil> As always, we had to run the second
times. And a breath of fresh air foiled nehily brigade of which 
had much to maneuver while traveling, so that local moderators 
have not heard "The sun radiant."


 Dis> Without hesitation, the post table
was adopted by a newspaper lying on the floor. After the first 
pint of Pooh rightly remarked that empty bottles on the table 
does not imply, and shifted its twenty centimeters away. 
Unfortunately, the second to finish before the end of the 
ceremony was not possible - the enemy Spyware poured almost 
half a cup, but the best half of the table had been eaten by me 
with Pooh, and not a drop of valuable product is not lost

in vain.
 It was night, in which a detachment of volunteers
retired for the third (what for it was the song
yell? ;) ... Then a slight gap in the
memory, then wine, and another space ...

 Evil> The next morning we went shopping
havchika, hangovers and hot sun made
their job - we dodge around the bazaar as
bytes in vindoze.

 Dis> Omitting details, we finally
reached Cape Fiolent, and I knew immediately that rulez buried 
somewhere nearby;) 

 Evil> I warned him: Do not eat strange berries next to the 
watchdogs. 

 Dis> Straight from the sea, almost vertically
go up the rock to a height of about two hundred meters, in one 
place about mid-height width is a small playground about a 
dozen meters, covered by trees (there are opinion that this was 
a tall shrub). There we dug.


 Evil> Passed a ritual dating pile people with us, and us with 
them. 

 Dis> Further, two or three days remembered with great 
difficulty. The very first night almost the entire stock of 
snacks was safely destroyed, vodka disappeared

right before our eyes, then in the eyes dimmed
and further I do not remember.

 Evil> "I do not remember," have long to put down.

 Dis> He came to me by the following evening,
and rightly so - I dug up a treasure (liter) than in the 
evening for me and ended. 

 Evil> Better Disa zakus dug.

 Dis> The third day was the Apocalypse - Food
No, nothing to drink, people are a little run wild ...
General meeting it was decided to catch and
cook a few mussels ... You know how
need to cook mussels? I will never know - they ate raw, they 
ran in the stomach and the wing of a floor. 

 Evil> People flew in mussels, not waiting until they fry. By 
evening the brigade general vote yet decided Hawk cook pasta, 
and others which do not eat raw.


 Dis> Discard flippers starve us for some reason not given, and 
in the evening with Natasha Pooh brought humanitarian aid. To 
celebrate We are Evil-om began to scream every song type

"The sun radiant, and about love (" Oh, frost, cold ..."); what 
led to the appearance neighbors from a nearby camp. Since the 
other songs we do not remember, above the reduced repertoire 
performed two hours row, until I passed out in the Sleep mode.


 Evil> In the morning, moving away from a stormy party, all
parted amicably, recording addresses and to exchange useful 
infoy, prog and docks. So on a festive note ended Festival SSG 
`99. 

 Dis> Last week, many Song for saying good,
Station ... There is no right to go home!
The third companion was SeaBoy, which
persuaded us to call in to our Theodosia
spektrumistam friends. Called in on his
head, damn, drunk hydrolysis ... ;-) The most important event 
that happened there (Not counting "for introducing") - is that

Pooh was brought from Sevastopol my CDs, which I managed to 
forget. 

 Evil> A fun I rested there, terribly
poprikalyvatsya with local vendors and other inscriptions such 
as: In a garbage can painted with advertising kebab and say 
"Here you can eat "; a what it takes

gimmick one of the sellers of pies (which are there in droves 
and run them rare that they buy), "Pies, corn, honey cakes out 
of turn." 

   In general and overall impressions of the SSG `99
the most splendid and supportive
elevation of the spirit and the restoration of power
Spectrum.
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