Optron #16
14 августа 1998
  Игры  

All life is a game - Novella to the game "Operation RR"

<b>All life is a game</b> - Novella to the game

              Operation RR

(C) Paul Vysotsky / Gendalf, 1998


  So, "We are together again!" (C) advertising Coca-Cola.

  Have you heard about the extremely amusing arcade
adventyure Operation RR? Pass it quite difficult, although most 
puzzles easy to guess. Because the game has a few almost 
impassable episodes. A pass it to the end it is worth at least

for two or three different jokes in it
texts.

  For those who prefer to start the game
familiarize yourself with some tips and
is my story.

  If you love and know how to run these games themselves - then 
in the next issue "OPTRON" You can read the afterword

to the novel, where you'll find tips for
some almost impassable episodes. A passing game, come back, 
after all, to this story. I assure you, so it will be more 
interesting! 



              The first level


  Over unknown lands softly rustled
weird helicopter. Its pilot - and the special agent
computer hero last - came on
mission. His effort was assumed
"Put on the ears of" naughty virtual
world - a reflection of some games - and set there an army 
order. 

  Seeing a convenient platform, which seems
appealed to the helicopter: "Sit on me!" Last safely shut off 
the fuel supply and crashed down where you want. Started now

adventure!

  He came to this strange world is not empty
hands. Gas cartridge - irreplaceable
attribute cowardly, sensible hero
protects it.

  However, in a duel with a round verzily as
it turned out, on yaytsemonstrom
passport, last lost. No matter how waved
our hero his weighty container, no matter how
moaned, promising to call my mother - all the smart aleck
still beat him. The latter lost his life and
hope. Remained six attempts.

  "Never, never going to approach this creature!" - Obeshal his 
last. 

  Well at least that the monster's mouth twisted in
toothy smile and looked around,
disappeared for a while. As it turned out later, the 
yaytsemonstrov in the midst of a breeding season, which 
accounts for their abnormal Aggressive. 

  Poskuliv a little more, our hero jumped
right. Why exactly right, he could not explain, but the feeling 
it did not disappoint. 

  Dodging poisonous glowing gases
Last crawled to an ancient baobab tree. He fell
only twice, but the third attempt was
clearly successful.

  Jumping on glinyasty slope, he found a strange building. 
Podbrav lying in the sun near a huge log and

somehow shoved it in his pocket (luckily the local laws of 
physics allows it), last glanced at the yellowed announcement, 
nailed to a tree. He read poorly, so I decided to leave this 
unpleasant lesson for the next time. 

  And the irrepressible pryguchest already pulled him back to 
baodedu. From there, with the crown, He moved to the cloud, 
then the second - And is completely stuck.


  Until the next cloud was too far away.
Even our hero leaping ability themselves scarce and
huddled in the darkest cobwebbed
the angle of consciousness. Were in a fog, aware,
that all his efforts - is a horrible nonsense
Last beam placed on a cloud. AND
beam did not fall down. "It does not happen" -
raced through the hero's head. However, throwing
all doubt, follow galloped on.
Picking up empty and smelly tin can, he, jumping on the clouds, 
was in some stratospheric garden. 

  Here ran the fat from the sour
on the face, at first berated, and then politely sent our 
hero's back. 

  A little offended at the idea last jump
down. Taking lying on the side of the shovel, he
shumevshey went to the apple in the wind, where all
light green around the overgrown grass, and only
in one place could see the reddish earth.
He dug it, then shovel worms
and, overcoming the desire to eat local
delicacy, stuffed them in a tin can. It was an obvious success, 
and he cheerfully flew to the left.


  Boldly going down in a small valley,
even more so, well, last discovered a small stone, puds, a 
kind, three, and also shoved him into a vast, but it droops his 
pocket. 

  Overstrain of the hateful gravity had
long. After discovering that so simply out of this
well not vylezesh, a hero and placed a stone,
easily climbed up on him again, hopped
the clouds.

  There he met an important mountain
turkey, and seducing him with worms
got rid of the trusting birds. Without delay,
He brushed abandoned nest, found
there is a bunch of tools. He took this time
only a hacksaw on wood. Pledged to myself to return to the 
others, thief continued his odyssey cloudy.


  In general, our hero began to lose the remnants of
self-respect. That he had, as
dragonfly, climb cloud, if not
to pull something that is bad (and in this world
ill lay almost everything).

  He whistled softly, when suddenly ahead stretches of intact 
roof is still quite at home. However, very soon removed the 
last one is unfortunate contrast to the other there the 
buildings. Being at heart a great original, it's safe to cut a 
hacksaw some steel to stick with his hands and feet.

We have something you and I know that it was the antenna,
but the latter in mind it is quite different.
As for the hacksaw, then it clearly did not like it 
multiprimenenie is why from She remained alone Saw the band. 
All of this latter immediately Zagreb and siganul down. 

  Later, he had not remembered that he had done with
antenna. I only remember what the antennas have always done, 
and vaguely guessed that at this time from his personal 
experiences good did not happen. From somewhere appeared

Crank angry, nothing separately does not speak and act on the 
nerves. Last Only then I realized that in this virtual

the world does not need an antenna.

  Needless to say, that barely caught sight of the iron 
skeleton of an old tank, the hero immediately useful for 
blades? As a result, in his teeth, for want of hands, was

almost new, almost circular and almost galvanized pipe, which 
he decided to up to a certain Time to leave here.


  Glancing around, our hero went to their place of landing, but 
for Mother Earth. By the way, he got a vacuum cleaner and a 
torch, blasphemous Stolen Dizzy at the monument - a certain 
avntyuristu, impersonate other people, but in fact the former 
thief pohlesche Poslenego. 

  Fearing the punishment of heaven for his antics, our 
goggle-eyed hero hurried on. 

  - Oh, good afternoon - fawning he cried, seeing a new form of 
reasonable life - egg heads of the philosopher.


  All the questions - from "Where is
beer stand? "and ending with" What they have here
happened? "- a philosopher replied tersely:

  - In the existing practice of relations
between okolosubektnymi extrapolation theories, some 
individuals may mistakenly perceive a paradigm for the current 
existence ... 

  Sometimes, though, he added:

  - Based on my purely subjective opinion, I can not 
objectively boundary to answer your question.


  "How clever!" - Thought to shy Yours Last.

  Lying next to the philosopher potty
Hero did not take - just winced.
He was a kid-glove, and even for the sake of the case did not 
want to dirty my hands. 

  Even before the first twilight he could return
in its nest. Or rather, not his own, and in indyukovo, but the 
latter could and liked to amuse illusions. There he spent the 
night quietly sniffing. He dreamed of a paradise garden, the

coffins, braided ivy.

  By the end of this whole spectacle of images flickering 
before him, was replaced by calm and quite logical nightmare. 
He stood in the an empty white room. A bright light shines

above. And from somewhere flowed merrily murmuring,
pure spring water.

  And here she was numb in the mouth, comes to
ceiling. Breathe almost nothing ... From the water emerges 
yaytsemonstr and kisses the latter. Already choking Last 
screaming woke up and fell out of the nest. 

  Shock has passed, and he, after catching a diluted
glue and key for 17, climbed a hill - to the
the water box. Would like to turn really was something that is 
ideally suited to this key, but first decided to test

serviceability of the system: there is not leaking where
pipe? Not spent the night there anyone there? He left the key 
there. 

  Approaching the foot of the baobab tree friend, he
looked at the old crocks.

  "Who are they?" - He thought.

  And then he remembered how as a child broke
my mother's favorite vase. Like, stealing somewhere
jar of glue, restored artwork, as then the whole week nobody
found nothing. Since then, the latter is not
lost the knack, and the glue was on hand.

  Newly jar hero gave the gardener, hoping for a reward. And 
indeed, the gardener graciously allowed to delve into his beds. 
What's the point? Dig nothing failed and hurt last went on a 
steep cliff above the dock. 

  In such a natural fit, such
natural for his position of desperation, he
decided to pay with his life. But, since
He was not one, then the first time
nothing happened. But before the second attempt he was struck 
by another brilliant idea. He fashioned balloon (And all you 
need it already was) and, horror squinting, flew to the nearest

cloud.

  "How is it ..., - even before he thought - again
yaytsemonstr sitting on a cloud, then I
there to climb. Otherwise he would not be sitting there ...".

  Gently passing terrible yaytsemonstra
(Could be wrong only once!)
Last in the clouds reached the nearby
Island. It's good that he came here with empty hands. Here was 
something to make money: catch amounted to old ticks, and an 
empty bank (This time not quite canning, but rather a glass). 
Same makarom he came back, where, finally got around to read 
the announcement: 

  - So-so - he grunted, - M-mm ... "For Sale Apartment Rent ... 
... High dark" ... And, voila! - And the last one with interest 
read that the local mine building is constructed with a single 
(!) nail. 

  Again helped to distant memories
childhood ... Dad often as a punishment and warning to lightly 
nailed his nails in angle. For the latter, this punishment has 
long been customary. And so, after educational moment, Dad 
picked up Special mites - family pride and

local rarity - and gently removes the last.

  In the same way he entered with his tongs
The last, and was convinced that the local nail
it turns out, is a part-time
lightning rod. Cloud that hung over the mine building, ogrela 
Last warning by lightning, taking this time just one life.


  The hero, having decided to get even with the offender,
climbed a tree and sucked it with his powerful
vacuum cleaner. After this operation with the ticks
successful, and the entire structure collapsed,
like a house of cards.

  From the flooded mine opened a stench that the latter 
initially was afraid to jump down. But, cursed his cowardice, 
still jumped. 

  Stood at the bottom of the compressor, once cleaning the air 
in the mine. He is only a fan is not enough! .. Soon the last 
curled and died in the stench. 


    End of the Last Adventure -

           in the next issue.






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Poems - Promise.

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Темы: Игры, Программное обеспечение, Пресса, Аппаратное обеспечение, Сеть, Демосцена, Люди, Программирование

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