world of pc - from the life of a pisishnik.

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(c) necromancer^smk 

     ...At 2 a.m., when normal people are sleeping, the window in
The Necromancer's room was still glowing. The fans were noisy,
The hard drive creaked, shouts like:
-A bag of shit!
-Please forgive me for blowing your head off...
-Tanya bent over - there was an ax in her ass...
     But mostly the speakers emitted the sounds of gunfire and
dying screams...
     The Necromancer was brazenly sleeping with his head on the keyboard. hand
sleeping Maxx was still clutching the mouse and sometimes her fingers frantically
twitched - most likely, the Necromancer was held in his hand in a dream
an enforcer or some other missile launcher...
     At 6 o'clock in the morning the Necromancer could hardly tear his head away from
keyboards.  Having removed my hair from my forehead for several days without washing it,
Necromancer stared blankly at the screen, then with a blank
with an expression on his face, he turned off the amplifier, and then the computer.
He got up from the chair and, without undressing, fell onto the bed...
     And at 8 o'clock the Necromancer woke up again. Looking at the clock,
I quickly changed clothes, ate and went to work. My neck ached and hurt
head and hands, I really wanted to sleep, and for a new video card
I should have given Panich another 20bucks...