╔════════════════─────────────── ───────────────════════════════╗ │ PRINTED WITH CONTINUATION. │ ╚════════════════─────────────── ───────────────════════════════╝ (C) Fedin Pavel After a very cool story about Kashchey and Ivan, we decided print a short and completely unfunny story about a person, who sat down to play DOOM. Something to think about... ---------------------------------------------------------------- (C) Max Kurgan (R) Fedin Pavel D00MER ... Yurka was lying on the tender grass on the bank of the river, cheerfully hovering a few steps away from him. The sun was shining brightly, it was warm Warming Yurka's back, the birds chirped beautifully in the nearby grove. and most importantly - he was alone, alone in this wonderful world, and from this made him feel very good - like never before... “No, something’s wrong here,” thought Yurka through a sweet rainbow. a veil - something prevented him from completely surrendering to the pleasant sensations sorry. Suddenly he realized that something unexpectedly came from somewhere in the way. a cold breeze that became hotter every second longer and stronger. And the sun has disappeared somewhere... The wind is already looked more like an ice hurricane, but for some reason Yurka couldn’t get up could, what’s more, couldn’t even move. A terrible fear gripped Yurka, and then he realized that he was already flying through the air at a tremendous speed. growth, and the wind spins it into an air whirlpool in the center whichthere is a disgusting yellow Eye, winking greedily - with an oily eyelid and waiting for him, Yurka. “Yurrrra...”, pierce- The Eye squealed loudly, filling with crimson. “Mom-a-a-a!” - zao- Yurka tried his best and choked on his own scream... * * * "Yur, and Yur, you will wake up or not, in the end!" - Yurka sat up in bed, dumbfounded, and sighed with relief, wiping his cold sweat flowing in streams from the forehead. Mom stood over him, tor- moshing his shoulder. “It’s already a lot of time, get up...”, mom exhausted- She smiled earnestly and walked into the kitchen. Yurka looked at her back and suddenly he felt painfully sorry for her, to the point of tears. "Why does she need everything? this, for what sins... Damned world. I HATE!!,” thought Yurka and spat bitterly into the corner. “I wonder if there’s such a thing somewhere.” peace,” he remembered his recent dream, “And if there is, then how... yes to get there?" Yurka got up and slowly got dressed. He was proud of his new armor dressed in a bright green suit, everyone had some kind of gray, faded, and although in this he was much more noticeable, it was still nice. Having fastened eight titanium locks on large gray ones, boots shiny with grease, Yurka looked with irritation at helmet The helmet was old, covered in deep scratches, and besides large dent on the right side. And the glass is no longer completely transparent - everything is new, somewhat shabby. The helmet was inherited from his father, whom Yurka didn’t remember at all -father died stupidly, jumping into the sod lake - I thought I would get to the other side, but the slope turned out to be too high, and the effect of the protective suit ended moose Death was slow and painful, there was nothing left of his father nothing. Nothing at all. He completely disappeared into the deadly stinking liquid... Yurka also had a younger brother - he had just turned 12 years old, and therefore it was too early for him to leave home and receive armored suit with initial ammunition. And although Sasha often pro- Yurka had the strength to take him with him to the City, Yurka understood that to do this It's too early. Yurka felt that today was a special day, he had to today to do something very important, and maybe even extra- fight, finally, to the Blue Key! It just so happened that Blue The door was right in their house, and they had to open it exactly to him. The Yellow and Red doors were opened quite a long time ago, and now the whole City was looking forward to when, after all, they would open Blue Door. There was a legend among the residents that behind the Blue Door there will no longer be any piles of stones, poisoned rivers, dark ridors, and most importantly - no crawling, flying, running, but equally deadly creatures. And there will be just one more Home Door with the only inscription sacred to all - "EXIT". Everyone pinned their hopes on what lay beyond this door, but everyone believed inthat there is another world behind it, free from wars, weapons and all sorts of rubbish... Yurka had no idea about this no thoughts at all, just that he NEEDS to open this door! One day, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a corridor, at the end of which he believed that the Blue Key lay - and where else could he find it - all the main Jura has already run around the city. And that’s why today Yurka dressed especially carefully, checking every detail, every lock. Well, that seems to be all that remains - elk attached to the belt a biocontroller, an auxiliary remote control direction, put a backpack with cartridges on your shoulders, clean your weapon, and you can but on the way. Yurka has been engaged in Cleaning the City for almost two years and was practically a Master. For a long time there were all types of weapons, and the way he studied thoroughly, knew where and what hiding places with first aid kits and how to open them. Among weapons, Yurka had great respect for Plasma Gun and BFGshku. He left the shotguns to the young, and he was even afraid of the Rocket Launcher - only for ranged combat - you can easily kill yourself! His brother was still sleeping, so Yurka tenderly kissed his mother - at the same time not without daily tears - and went down the elevator to the first floor, where he stopped for a second and once again looked himself up and down heads. Biocontrol showed 100%, the shift on the remote control worked without Surprisingly, all weapons were fully loaded. The only thing What bothered me was the small number of batteries for my favorite weapon. Zhiya - only four. "Okay, maybeI’ll find it somewhere,” although I had little faith in it myself. Taking the Super Shotgun in his hands, Yura lightly The homo went to the exit from the clean Residential Quarter. ...Outside the Residential Quarter the sky was dirty purple color and there was a distinct smell of burning in the air. Coming down from of the hillside pockmarked by missiles, Yura decided to take a shortcut to the river and pass through a dense bush of clearly unearthly plants. This is where The first danger awaited him. Having already passed more than half of the measles dora from the bushes, Yurka suddenly heard somewhere ahead a quiet impatience heavy grunting. “Yeah, the Bull Demon is waiting for a visit,” he smiled. Yurka said, but tensed internally. After taking a few more steps, he stopped. And then the Demon could not stand it, growling trumpetly, he jumped out onto the path and rushed towards Yurka. Yura waited until there was about a meter away, and smoothly pulled the trigger. Distributed a shot from two barrels at once and a bull, with a delicious grunt, the donkey into a puddle of his own spilled entrails. "Beast, boots sprayed!" thought Yurka disgustedly, throwing the double-barreled shotgun over back. Coming out of the bushes, he found himself almost on the river bank. Or rather it could no longer be called a river - it had turned into a thick poisonous green slurry, above which rose a bright pink high acid steam. “Well, here’s the first difficulty,” I told myself. Yurka Hall, going down to the shore. When was he last here? acid is not yetwashed away the opposite bank, and the river was much already. “We’ll have to jump,” Yurka thought sadly, remembering father - “It looks like it should pass with the shift.” Having put on a protective suit, he got a good run and, putting the shift in gear, jumped straight into the clouds of steam... When his feet touched a hard surface, he decided that he had blown and then... the ground under his feet disappeared and Yurka flew down. Legs plunged ankle-deep into the poisonous liquid and it seemed to him that he was plunged straight into the fire. Despite the protective suite, it was unbearable the pain was unbearable, but Yurka knew that now he might have There's only one way out and that's if you're lucky. And he ran along the slope, feeling every meter in search of the elevator key. Gasping and not feeling his legs, Yurka ran and ran, knee-deep in the stinking mud, and then the protective suite began to disappear... “No!!!” Yurka yelled and desperately pressed the bulge under his hand. A piece of shore with a creak sank down, and then the suite disappeared. Yurka had never known such pain! B On the last jump he jumped onto the lift. Having risen to the shore, First of all I looked at Biocontrol - 92%. "Either yet it will be!” Yurka joked gloomily and looked around. The ending follows
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