PC World - Boom! And in a dark corner, an unshaven man in camouflage pants and a red vest appeared.

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(c) Necromancer^Smokers 

-Boom, sir!  And in a dark corner there appeared an unshaven man in camouflage
pants and a red vest. 
-Where is the spoon, damn it?!  - Necromancer entered the game. Rocket launcher
turned out to be very close and, dashingly cutting the corner by jumping over the lava,
Necromancer rushed to the sound of a showdown that had begun nearby.
...In an hour it will be Friday and that’s why I’m chasing bots with all my might,
to arrange xepocumy-hurepcaku at programming tomorrow
to your classmates.   What can please you more than the view?
your neighbor's entrails smeared on the wall? That's right
what nonsense it turns out: a man runs to himself, his head to the sides
turns, and oops! There’s nothing left to turn - my head was blown off by a rocket! How
It's nice to throw a couple of grenades after a naive young man who jumped into
hatch for thunderbolts on DMB!  Or burst into the room where
some smart-ass bastard was quiet, waiting for
a rocket launcher or first aid kit will appear there and stuff the asshole
nails - so that life doesn’t seem like paradise... And then all the way from
from the university to the metro to discuss the past massacre, joyfully remembering
how beautifully they died, not having time to move the mouse in time,
friends. And when in a couple of hoursthe bloody veil will fall from your eyes and
adrenaline will dissolve in the blood, euphoria will pass... And while sitting at home
in front of my rotten stump, I will again squeeze the mouse in my hands and,
Having sighed and estimated the finances for the upgrade, I angrily dialed
Impulse 152: -So where is the spoon, damn it?..