Talents - A nightmare on a broken disk.

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(C) Werewolves MDM 229-5053
                                          
 Big Hi everyone! And again I “climbed” into some
digging time into creating Lprint. Specter ye-
hal to surf the vastness of the vast planet
with the simple name "Earth" and left
Alex is alone with this terrible 13th issue.
And since Alex is not familiar with all the subtle
by the powers of the Black Forces - I was called to help
and my experience of communicating with Evil. And today is mine
the victim will be... Hamer. Exactly at midnight, I
I'll come to your SERVER and...               
                                          
 Nightmare on a Broken Disk          
 Dedicated to Hamer's Scratch Disk   
           (Heaven rest in peace)         
                    OR                   
     Never drink Hydrolyzed Alcohol   
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 - What the hell? - Hamer didn’t understand point blank
what's going on with the Server. Someone with a number
"666", despite Select User, managed
get on the Server and do this!         
 - Hey, what the hell?Is there an infection there? -Ha-
mer slammed his fist on the monitor, deciding that
flickering screen, this is another breakdown.   
 - "Do not hit me! Error 40%" - popped up
to the screen.                                 
 - WHAT ?! - Hamer couldn’t believe his eyes,
- Forty degrees? Today, in addition to the guide, I
I haven’t drunk any rolyz alcohol!           
 - "Sorry, 87%. R.I.P." - immediately apologized
Server.                                   
 - Well, why R.I.P. alcohol, like alcohol, -
Hamer said and didn’t believe himself.       
 - "It's illusion, ugh, what an infection it is -
asked me to speak English when
Russian font laid? - Server swore
 - Yo... - Hamer stared at the
swearing screen.                        
 - “Why am I staring, I fucked at you
work. You give me broken discs, but
I’m generally silent about bazaars. Games are not interesting
You’re installing new ones, systems..." - he began to talk
take Server.                              
 - This is impudence! - Hamer looked at
parties in search of heavy.Unknown from-
where there was a huge sledgehammer lying on the floor.
 - "... just look at what rubbish you're wearing
Are you recording me? What about Users? Yes I would
put one at a time and shot one by one
I've been on edge all night..." - a heavy blow to
the monitor was interrupted by the server's verbal diarrhea.
The picture tube exploded like a grenade. A couple of luck
ditch on the keyboard and buttons like a fountainsplashed in
different sides. Expanded Hamer swing-
leaned on the power supply, but it threateningly
growled and gave an electric shock.                     
 - The reptile! - Hamer threw the sledgehammer at
side and swearing, from those pouring on him,
electric shock, pulled the plug out of the socket.   
 “Well, now hurry up,” grinning evilly,
Having said that, Hamer inserted the plug into 500v. The explosion pre-
fuses and capacitors sounded like
music                                   
 - Lepota! - Hamer looked smugly
on a trashed computer.                      
 - "Ckaaaatuha..." - came from under the
Lomkov.                                   
 - Disk drive! Well, how sweet I am about you
forgot?                                   
 - “Nnne pppp come, yyya pppp crazy” -
The disk drive whirred.                        
 “Me too,” Hamer barked and, swinging,
smeared howling, from impotent anger, dis-
duct against the wall.                           
 - All ! End with the pros... Tetris!!! -
Hamer yelled. Just yesterday Alex brought him
new PunkTetris and even with cheat.       
 - Ay-yay-yay, how is this? - Hamer began
clear away the wreckage of the server.               
 Such a small cog, unexpectedly you...
fell from somewhere above and hit Hamer in the
crown...                                
                                          
 - Hello Hamer! - voice, like in a jar,called Hamer                            
 - Where am I?                                
 - In the virtual world, or on track 15,
4 sectors.                                
 - It seems I've drunk myself to hell!        
 - I'm not the devil, I'm the drive head!       
 - Who ???                                
 - HEAD.                               
 - Dear mother, you have to tick, - Hamer is horrified
rushed through five sectors at once...    
 - Hello! - In front of Hamer there was a cloud-
boiled egg.                               
 - Dizzy... - Hamer whispered in horror and
slid another 8 sectors down.             
 - ... obscenity and smoking on servers,
strictly prohibited!                        
 - Oh, Arny! Net's charter reads out, -Ha-
mer rushed towards the high-flying figure.     
 - Hey! Arny, help!                   
 - .... imprisonment for 3-5 years...    
 - Mom... - Something grabbed Hamer by the sh-
gate and not neatly thrown onto the system
path.                                  
 “Freaks,” Hamer almost sobbed, “well, where are we going?”
did they destroy him? - Having difficulty removing your legs
from a corrupted directory, Hamer tried
find at least one mention of PunkTetris.
 - "CDOX" - Found Hamer, - who died?     
 - Yes, not Dead, but CDOS! - Near Hamer
the vomited Egg stood again.             
 - Listen, why are you attached to me?   
 - What else should I do? - Asked Dizzy- Get lost in your game.                
 - Fuck her. Daisy hasn't given in for ten
years Denzil was obsessed with Thrash and managed to
infect the king with it. So now in the mornings,
instead of "God save the king", the whole kingdom
hears "BLOOD, PUS, AND GASTRIC JUICE".   
 - It’s funny, what about Zach?                       
 - Ha! this old fart lost his ring and
Now he’s homeless with the troll on the bridge. 
 - What does he live on now?          
 - Collects bottles after night sessions
King and Denzil, and then drinks.         
 - Why are you so sick? -Hamer Brez-
moved away glisteningly.                        
 - Yes, he escaped from Lord of Chaos.          
 - Where ?!                              
 - Well, from “Energy”. This bastard Werewolves for-
somehow drove me, Karateka and Corporal there-
Yes, but I didn’t bother to finish it. So Karate-
ka, there now, has set everyone as his goal
catch eagles. The Corporal tortures Dracula, and
I opened the box of "Merry Elixir" from there and
Now I wander from game to game!             
 - I see, I’m looking for PunkTetris, haven’t you seen it?   
 - Saw. It's lying on track 149. We
when they drank with Arny, they snorted him.   
 - OOOOO! Let's run there!                  
 - No, I’m already tired, let’s drink instead?  
 “Sinyuga,” Hamer chuckled contemptuously and
began to crawl out of the System track.
 - Hey! Give me a ride? - Came from above     
 - AgainHEAD, Hamer thought in horror. 
 “Yeah,” thought the HEAD.               
 - Well, give me a ride...                          
 - Cling on! - the HEAD simply said and
I went.                                  
 - Hmm... - Hamer thought, driving backwards along
all the tracks - and how do they live here?      
 And pictures floated below: Alex something
plays tricks with CDOS and shouts loudly with his stick out
from InterNet's head of Ars:               
 - Well, I don’t know, with SysOp there is mail mode
works!                                
 And Ars, frowning angrily, yells back:       
 - But we can’t contact the Werewolf!  
 Alex, waving the STS, scores a new one
procedure, but Ars is again not happy and screams
about some mother...                      
 “File Damage,” flashed past.      
 “LZ-Pack,” Hamer guessed. And really
it was actually him...                      
 -Have you seen Brom? - I did it, it’s unknown
where did "DiskKill" come from?             
 - Why do you need it?                        
 - I want to kill him a couple more discs! -
DiskKill's bloodthirsty face opened up
cheeky smile.                         
 - I don’t know, look somewhere in News.    
 “Thanx,” DiskKill swore and disappeared.    
 Systems, games, obscene messages... At Ha-
Mer's head began to spin. "God, when did this
will it end?"                             
 - Get out, we've arrived!- It came from above.
 - Thanx, - remembering DiskKill, cursed Ha-
mer.                                      
 “He’s a fool himself,” the HEAD was offended and left.
 - You know, he's still breathing! - He stood nearby
holding on to the edge of the track, outrageously drunk
Dizzy and... lo and behold! PunkTetris!            
 - And cheat?! - Hamer became worried.       
 - Do you have cheat? - Asked Dizzy Punk
Tetris.                                 
 - I don’t give a damn!                    
 - Punk! I'll find out! - Hamer carefully wrapped
favorite game in a rag and hidden in your pocket
 - Knock, knock...                          
 - What's "knock, knock"? - I didn’t understand Hamer    
 - Do you have permission? - Asked Di-
Zzzy continues to knock.                    
 - Which ?                                
 - To distribute PunkTetris?      
 - No, what kind of news is this...        
 Rafik came out from behind track 150 with a proud
MAFIA inscription. MEN's got out of the car
dark glasses and formal ties (the rest
apparently forgotten in Kharkov) and twisted
Hamer, screaming obscenities, was thrown into
car.                                   
 - Bastard, scoundrel, meager informer, ble-
Votina,” Hamer yelled at Dizzy, breaking free. 
 - Well, gotcha? - Jo appeared in front of his face
ker.                                      
 - They kill!!! - Hamer squealed.         
 - Yep! We will feed you to the Guru, -gloatingly
Joker whispered and leaned over Hamer, with
the fangs were dripping with saliva, and the eyes were glowing green.
with great fire...                              
 - Nooooooooooo......               
                                          
 - EPILOGUE -                 
                                          
 Of course you think: “And then Hamer pro-
woke up..."?! No, unfortunately it's harsh
reality and Hamer really
taken to Guru...                         
 One question remains: “What kind of bastard let-
style in ZX-Net Mafia and Joker"? Were
suspicion of Ars (according to Pioner's testimony,
he (Ars) was seen laying cable
"InterNet - ZXNet"). But before the execution,
Ars admitted that it was not him. Then bi-
whether.. sorry, there were suspicions about Docent
for hacking MK (Small Caliber Rifle), but
he made a smart face and the man was left in
peace (until the second arrival of Joker). After
another five were personally interrogated by Arny. Thursday
they confessed, the fifth one died.... In general, this
history will excite for a long time, inflame
stricken with insomnia, the minds of the ZX-Net members.   
                                          
 P.S. Hamer called, says Guru is great
man. They drank vodka, they punched Joker in the face...
The other day he returns home with a new Pro-
f'om (a gift from Mafia) and a new cheat'om
PunkTetris...All of the above is confidential information
formation. All rights to it belong to
BRED&W company. Commercial distribution
technical purposes: Strictly permitted (with unfastened
50% dinaturat, to the author).           
                                          
                                    
                                          
                                          

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