Dni-Pro #02 30 марта 2001

Тусовка

How was it - the story of the birth GAME BOY.

             Birthday!


                CHAST I.


      This fateful day was the day
Birth Slavik. I guess this
only when he heard a wild cry:
"Get the vodka, shit!." Approximately eleven drank the first 
bottle. It became clear you need more, and then another and 
another. In general, the ice was broken. " Some time passed, 
the event alternated only change bottles: the people quickly 
turning rosy, veselel, and get drunk. Lost interest, the fiery 
vodichka over, and near a window on the floor appeared a funny 
series of ten bottles. 

  Suddenly, from somewhere appeared a very interesting 
cartridge with a gas, which immediately went on shaking hands 
and stood at SVV, immediately began to study this

object to detect glitches. And Gluck
has been found! Whether PUNISHER like to read help on the 
label, or consider structure of the aircraft. In short, his face

was close to a dangerous subject. Lightning from behind an 
accident, there was also rushed to the fatal balloon enemy's 
hand. Insidious fingers performed explicitly familiar command: 

              "PRESS ANY KEY!",
and there also withdrew. A powerful jet of concentrated tear 
gas, high flow hit the lens PUNISHER'a! This turn of events 
could not Nostradamus predict itself, let alone PUNISHER'u!


  With a weak, pathetic cry:
 - Females fucking! - Coder was instinctively began rubbing her 
eyes, but, realizing error, removed his hand and showed us the 
clear, gray-violet-perlomutrovye monitors.

The friendly giant roar laughing spektrumistov, rumblings of 
"Meteora", stir in the neighboring pisishnikov, glancing 
askance at our brotherhood. 

  However, the laughter quickly stopped: the gas was
spread rapidly from the epicenter of ejection, forcing others 
vehemently sneeze.


  Never forget flushed face
SVV, sneezing every time you try, chtolibo say!

  Pochihav a little more, spektrumistsky
combat unit stamped on the stop, so
as the market for today was over.


                CHAST II.


  To the stop we got a friendly and malokontroliruemoy crowd, 
enthusiastically talking about everyone there AMIGA'h. I am not 
without reasons, began to look around, because the owners of 
supercomputers with the vodka was gone and modesty. AND some 
individuals were shouting obscenities. But for now, at the bus 
stop, no hostile to us did not show.

 - Slava! Weak-and-a-vis-NIR! Come one more goodbye, huh? - I 
can not remember exactly, but, like, this is screaming amizhnik 
Serega.  - Huh? Another? Well, come on! - And Slavik, without 
thinking twice, ran for the "happiness". But it seems that it 
was not enough. Therefore, Slavik had to spend more time. 

  I, along with SLOW'om, rested on the bench, not wanting to 
take part in it, When we were approached by reeling as 
zapadnoarabsky cockroach, SVV.  - So, boys! - By virtue of he 
said - You must drink with us!

 - Must have! - Appeared out of nowhere Slavik with a bottle. 
And in front of us suddenly were two glasses and bottle.

 - Fuck you, SVV, with my vodka! Himself
drink. - SLOW pointedly turned away
showing his reluctance.
 - Yes you that, in general already? What are you doing, you 
think your head, you say? Come drink! 

  While SVV persuade another birthday
handed me a glass of potion. In his eyes
I realized - resistance is futile! Topics
time, close, SVV "persuaded" SLOW'a:
 - Drink up, fool, drink, and I tell you! And then
will be as SLOW. Ha, ha. Himself to blame
that oblilsya!

  That's so gone and the second last bottle. Now he could go 
home and happily sleep on the couch, but it was only a dream, a 
naive dream!


  PUNISHER with Slavik razhalis home, a we decided to go to 
FARAON'u. So as our path led through a hospital, a detachment 
of fans SPECCY stamped there. 

  Passing through the gate, we stopped.
Traveled Moskvich nearly knocked SVV and
Now he shouted in the street:
 - What are you, b ... b! Will kill, bitch, everyone!
Beasts! - The funny thing is that the "Moskvich" already
five minutes I left and continued to wave encoder razyarenny 
his limbs. And then it suddenly dawned on:

 - Guys! Resets on cigarettes! Who has money?

  Everything was good, but essential silence
violated SLOW:
 - I! - And famously snatched from his pocket vnurennego five 
rubles! SVV as deftly snatched it from his hands and 
disappeared into the an unknown direction. Standing beside

Vova Weaver could not resist:
 - Anton, you realize what are you doing?
Terms of drunken peasants, and you money brosaeshsya!

  It seems that of all, one he normally
was thinking, what is not true of SVV. After
how this Samodelkin smoked enough, he wanted someone to avenge 
the attack "Moskvich" on his precious body. And then the 
processor supermegakompyutera SVV discovered in a field of view 
ambulance. It is not hard to guess what happened to it ... SVV 
rushed into attack, as Kutuzov, Napoleon, like Don

Quixote at the mill. Like a wild beast, he
inflicted terrible blows his handlers, but without success - 
the car was gone. Realizing the futility of his efforts to have 
abated. Long! Not far off was another exactly the ambulance

and the operation was repeated with the same success.
Thereafter, the processor SVV, obviously not
wanting to put up with this fact, forever
erased from the RAM (48K) for this event and proceed to the 
machines did not show. 

  So odryad users, hackers and lamers
already moved on without stopping. I
just add that SLOW on the road a few times falling, losing the 
motherboard, but every time the rose! And when SLOW again fell, 
SVV as neigh sincerely, that a couple of feet he stretched out 
on the earth, causing merry laughter with friends.


  Hence, we walked, walked, and came, but not
quite to the FARAON'u and to Vova. The purpose of this
mission do not remember myself. But the great
I remember how my grandmother always shoved Vova
uly-envelope SLOW'u, two tablets aktivirovannogo coal. Bmesto 
to swallow him, our hero began to chew it thoroughly ... Teeth, 
tongue, lips and nose - Everything was smeared with charcoal. 
Yes! Kind of SLOW'a was "slightly" smeshnovaty!


  I will not dwell on small things, but
skip to the last hour of the day of birth.

  Thus, thinning the regiment had already drunk lads, dobrel 
still home to FARAON'a. I racpolozhivshis vosle plates of buns,

peacefully yuzal ZERO TOLERANS on Szego. The rest of lads sat 
around on the stool which was a bowl of dumplings. KSAT,

I note from the outside, it looks like
picture, where the Knights of the Round Table sit
near Arthur. A peaceful meal with a cry broke SVV:
 - And this dumpling - mine! - And with a flourish
stuck in the above-named subject of a fork
so much so that the whole bowl of dumplings found on the floor. 
With the dinner was over, Now you can get some sleep!


  And yet sleep in Dnepropetrovse can. Serega-amizhnik 
comfortably sprawled on half a sofa and began to shake his 
mighty snore apartment walls, ceiling cries segovskoy game. On 
it as settled on the couch, who do you think? - Of course SVV! 
And already on the SVV lay SLOW. Oh right - Local hostel!


  It took a little time and woke up SVV.
Cloudy eyes cucumber brine it
began looking at me with FARAON'om.
 - What are you, SVV, sleepy? - FARAON
got closer, waiting for the interesting dialogue.
 - Aha! - SVV nothing else could say, as he began to have an 
abundant salivation, and as such is the state

coder again fell to the earrings. Gone again
little time and woke up a little SLOW,
only for the order to vypihnut eaten, stuck in the throat 
dumpling. Consequently, the floor was formed intersnyh Luzhkov, 
who smelled strange. The most interesting thing that went SLOW

sleep, but how! In the folded state it,
began to fall into this same meadows, but
Instinct made to expose the hand and press against the floor, 
only if he could again sleep so still not relaxing your hands! 
Here that zanachit multimedia! Where there

AMIGO!

  At the same time, in principle, Gulko had ended,
Is that the SVV, a couple of times and woke up
beat Serega-amizhnika. He soon woke up (after five minutes of 
beating) and choking "slightly" abuser, then both

asleep.

  And then I remembered one of folk wisdom: "Drunk Russian 
hacker virtually invincible! "


                                  Uzer DE.

PS Danoe event happened on my day

    Birth 11.03.2000. (GAME BOY)