Games - a short story based on the game "Dizzy in Russia".

Hacker #06
 Dizzy in Russia and still from a hangover.                           .GAMES 
                                                                
                                                                
              Dizzy is hungover as always,                        
               but this time in Russia.                         
                                                                
     Hello! It's me again - the annoying guy who insults the most  
sacred - Dizzy. Well, haven't you deleted this file yet?  Crumpled   
Is the disc still in the trash chute? Well in that case, are you ready for     
everything, even watching the next adventure of our hero...  
Today Dizzy will come to our Motherland. So...                   
                                                                
...After another drinking session, Dizzy woke up on board a winged spacecraft   
chum salmon collected by the pioneer circle "Young Technician". "Well, fuck me  
stole her?!" And then he remembered that he was not stealing a rocket at all, but     
A tank of alcohol...                                              
                                                                
...The rocket began to descend, but Dizzy had a terrible thought:  
"What if I'm late for the opening of the wine and vodka department of the super-   
market?" This terrible thought broke out in a cold sweat, and not  
existing hair stood on end...                             
... Dizzy fellon the roof. The rocket never exploded. In from-   
different from go-karts, glider models and many other cool crafts  
"Young Technician" building, not intended for this at all. "Well, those-   
it will have to be repaired!" - thought Dizzy, going downstairs   
along the stairs. There was a man standing in the yard.                     
"Do you spinkt english?" - he asked immediately, recognizing Dizzy      
Foreigner. "Where are you blowing?" - Dizzy didn’t understand. "See sprechen doich?  
He kwaka numba-yumba?" - having tried a couple dozen more vaguely  
familiar languages, the man despaired of pushing Dizzy with a crowbar of colored me-  
Tallov. Meanwhile, Dizzy was approaching the post office. "It's time    
hangover!" - he thought.                                    
...On one of the windows there was a sign: “Vouchers are issued here!”    
Dizzy, of course, decided that the voucher was a new type of wine...         
"Give me the voucher!","Here!" - “This is a label from him! Where is he?”  
yourself?","Get out of here while you're safe!" In the next window hung over  
letter: “We sell and exchange for a voucher for shares of Hopper Invest!”. Clear    
Dizzy decided that shares were nothing more than a new type of can-   
no vodka.                                                      
"Which one would you like: Indian or Krasnodar?","Stolichny!","Crepe-   
cue or very much?","40%!","Are the dividends big or not very much?",  
"Half a liter!"...                                                  
...Looking down andsadly shuffling his feet, Dizzy left the building   
mail, they broke it off there...                               
...Climbing into someone else's apartment, Dizzy found the object of his      
lust... “But drinking alone is disgusting!” - said    
Dizzy's inner voice, and Dizzy sadly went to look for his drinking buddy -  
Nick...                                                         
...Plumber Uncle Vasya was chasing mice throughout the basement,  
whom no one wanted to notice except him. "Hey, little bun, are you   
Do you even see mice?"  "What kind of mice are these?" - Dizzy was amazed -      
“These are green elephants, with wings..” “Yeah, and they have eyes  
still red!" - Uncle Vasya said joyfully, realizing that    
met a kindred spirit. “Well, shall we have a drink?” - Dizzy asked.  
“Ask!”... Half an hour later the elephants became devils who    
stubbornly strove to sit on Uncle Vasya’s shoulder, and he just as persistently  
but pushed them down. Dizzy stubbornly could not understand why     
they started drinking together, and now there are four of them... Together they      
They consumed Dizzy's bubble, as well as all of Uncle Vasya's stash.         
"Kol-lobbok, ahh zak-kussson do you have it?" "What about it?" - say-  
Hall Dizzy, taking out a bag of "Pedi-gripal." "What am I doing, dog?"    
"Padi-gri" - a recommendation from personal dog breeders! And w-we them   
what's worse?"...                                                 
...Saying goodbye to my uncleVasya, who gave him a parting gift    
nuclear warhead, Dizzy moved on. Entering the bookstore    
store, naturally mistaking it for a wine store, Dizzy took the book     
"Dragons of autumn twilight." Half an hour later the seller said:       
"Here, according to the script, you must read it, and the fantasy world must    
become reality for you!" "You see, friend... in general, I'm-   
wow... I can’t read!” "0 damn, what should I do?" "But in order to po-  
It is not at all necessary to get lost in daydreams. After the tenth    
box of vodka, the roof of Dizzy finally went, the white hot began  
ka, and Dizzy plunged into a world very far from the worlds of fantasy.  
  It's the 21st century, humanity has been enslaved by evil goblins. But    
the eggs rose from the ashes. But the main battle will not take place there, but   
here, on the moldy shelves of the bookstore...              
                                                                
                       DIZZINAT0P...                            
                                                                
...Having emerged from the rubble of the bookstore, Dizzy inspected   
reel the guidance system obtained from the worlds of his dreams and satisfy-  
Renno chuckled...                                                
  Then Dizzy went on a drinking binge, he drank continuously for many days.  
But longing for his homeland broke him. "The time has come to receive dividends"    
money from Khopr's shares!" - decidedhe... Just don't think     
that Dizzy, unlike hundreds of thousands of other boobies, Hopper is not     
cheated... But he did it in vain...                    
...Not moving away from the white gorse, Dizzy decided that he was in  
style game "shoot everything that moves and everything that doesn't move"    
getting married too"...                                                  
...Climbing out from under the wreckage of the post office, Dizzy examined the recovered     
money and chuckled with satisfaction again...                        
Having bought a fuse at a flea market, Dizzy finally decided that   
perhaps all the spare parts for his rocket have been found, and it’s time to start  
assembly...                                                       
...The policeman guarding the rocket received a heavy brick in his
shku and limp...                                                  
...The rocket was assembled. Singing "March of the Cosmonauts", Dizzy       
sat down on the rocket body and pressed start...                      
...The rocket roared and flew towards the USA...                    
                                                                
                         THE END                                
                                                                
P.S.   Goodbye, America, goodbye!                                 
P.P.S. Well, isn't this Dizzy a bastard?─────────────────────────────── ───────────────────────────────  
                                                                
                                         Author: AK-47.          
                                               N. Tagil .199bg.  

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