Operation DOOM.
Finally sent the last guest away. After the violent
party that lasted six hours, all I wanted was
sit in front of the computer and drink beer, fortunately
after the party there was half a box of this noble
drink, have a blast in "DOOM ULTIMATE", CD with
which, among many, was given to me for my birthday
of Budyonny's Horse. This holiday, the whole crowd of us
We traditionally celebrate the fifth time in the last two years.
Moreover, a Horse was born approximately every four
re five months. Who said "Sorry, it's birthday-
Nya only once a year!"? I strongly disagree!
Sitting in front of the monitor (LG SVGA 17") I had fun
cracked the power button, almost falling over
MINI TOWER housing. But this incident doesn't matter to me
didn't bother me. Probably the view of a falling hull with
The Pentium-233 in it would only amuse me. And here from
A shimmering sound rang out from the sound speaker:
Windows'98 has been loaded. Then a couple of seconds, and before
I saw a picture with the inscription "DOOM the
ULTIMATE"...
...After six hours of buzzing I could still stand
gah. but after five hours of DOOM, only one thought dominates
nirovala in my exhausted gray matter. "If only
get to the sofa, and a little, about 12 o’clock after-
fall."
I soon reached the sofa. But during the time that
I needed to put my head down on the pillow, II felt that something was bothering me. During
the amount of time it took me
to close my eyes, I realized what was bothering me -
the computer remained turned on. Everything would have remained that way, but
There was a terrible roar from the computer. It would-
It didn't go according to plan at all. "What the hell?" - I muttered,
when I realized that such sounds were made in a very unusual way
nice monsters in the same DOOM. Probably a microphone
connected to Sound picked up my muttering because
on the screen a blood-red inscription lit up: “You pro-
played!" And heartbreaking laughter came from the speakers.
I had already reached out to press Reset when out-
suddenly a disgusting face appeared on the monitor
monster, and clicked her teeth in my direction.
The sight of these teeth dripping foam, associated with
made a furious growl coming from the speakers
stunning action. I jumped meters away
since he threw away all thoughts about a direct, head-on attack
transfer to the computer. Instead I started walking in circles...
mi, and when my hand was near the treasured button with
the main monster from the level looked at me from the display
"Knee-Deep in the Death". Letting out a furious roar, he let out
threw several green balls at me, which were in the field
under current conditions (I'm talking about DOOM) they would have left a handful of me
ashes. And therefore it is not surprising that reflex
movement I collapsed under the table. On top of my head
fell downkeyboard, although I would have sworn
that he didn't catch her.
This made me completely angry, and overcoming my horror,
I finally hit the red button with my finger. After
This, in theory, should require a reboot
computer. Nothing of the sort happened. Instead of
then Pinocchio appeared on the screen, claiming that
The Reset button is disabled, and I can stop rolling my lip.
At the same time, the speakers exploded with a sharp screech,
which hurt my ears. Regarding
my teeth - then they, the poor fellows, wanted to find themselves in
some quieter place, for example in a chair
at the dentist.
But the worst thing awaited me ahead. I saw how
The light on the 3-inch drive came on. On e-
the inscription appeared on the wound:
Sector not found reading drive A:
Abort, Retry, Ignore, Fail ?
A funeral march and a three-ruble floppy disk were heard from the speakers.
flew out of the drive and hit me with its hard
body to the chest.
Then, as if in a fog, I saw how the CD-ROM
the disk was driving, and I imagined that this damn com-
pact promoted in 24-speed CD-ROM will make
with my tender neck.
That was the last thing on my mind. rushing to the di-
Van, I let out the “howl of a hunted wolf”...
...I jumped up in bed, waking up from my scream
la. Everything was quiet and peaceful. In the corner on the table flickered quietly
monitor. Having calmed down, I closed my eyes. Quiet?! Flickered?!
Monitor?! II felt my eyes take shape
mu, which should not have been accepted. But the worst thing is
The only thing was that my open-minded
In a certain way, my eyes saw the inscription on the monitor: “You
lost!" There was nothing left for me to do except
how to lift a white handkerchief above your head,
hoping that this electronic monster would understand what I wanted
to say this. And let me get some sleep. And I fell asleep
obsessed with the ideas of revanchism.
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