Introduction - a short report on CSP17.

(c) NoT-soFt

 INTRODUCTION

 Well, an extreme measure has taken place -
an event called "Sands"! 
 From the very beginning, we were lucky.
There was an excellent weather forecast, improving
every day and the promise of a new portion
moonshine infused with the best
AY-melodies! Although Tyka’s older comrades
do we need bourgeois links to sites,
created by Skynet, in other words - on
weather forecasting sites based on
mathematical models. This won't stop us
vilo.
 So.  The long-awaited day of June has arrived
at number 10 and we all, without saying a word,
arrived at a random place.  Our meeting
contributed to various Internet resources,
desire to plump up in good company and
cell phones.  Although no one phones
nevertook advantage of it. 
 In general, exactly at the fictitious time, the crowd
drunks and higher education teachers
establishments began to multiply. 
 Sabbat of city madmen Ibn spec-
rumists promised to be truly amazing
nom and everyone shifted impatiently
feet crossed, waiting for late people.  Opozdunov
one can understand their well-deserved gray hair and
the years they have lived allow them to act
sedately and leisurely.  The atmosphere around
the vicious circle was heating up, but for us it
it didn’t matter, because we, united by one
idea,we staunchly smoked bamboo. 
 By the way, while waiting, it was found out
It is not that AVR processors consist of all
from Z80, i.e.  AVR is a multi-core Z80.
This indirectly confirms that everything is pussy
came from Spectrum.  So we decided
at the same time laughing at the wretched ignorant. 
 The excellent mood of the people is improving
moose despite to fluttering in the breeze
14-diameter fittings and flying
occasionally concrete blocks, and a dust storm
only united, depriving of vision. And the closer
was our alcoholic journey, the more interesting it became
there were conversations.  Mental sobriety and perseverance
the thought was clearly superfluous.  Common sense is everything
prudently forgot at home and laughed at
store trash can in the form of a bag.  Gobies
bamboo did not fit there in principle,
and carefully folded them side by side. 
   Unknown children Voxon-a (is it Voxon-a?
There was one such dark one, more
looked like a gypsy) they briskly pulled iron,
pumping up immense muscles, into a voluptuous
pending transportation thereof.
The waiting ruined them.  They left their father,
off to the chicks. 
 In the event program it was said,
that if there is no weather, there will be
the possibility of relocating to
confined space.  But this is written
it was in very small print and no one provided this information
did not read.
 For reconnaissance of the area, on the initiative
guest from Tomsk -SFS, to the rear of the sands was
a landing party from the same SFS and BlastOff was abandoned.
The sent scouts did not screw up and
called the entire shobla to the place of deployment.
I had to fuck off ashore and endure everything
the torment of the wind, which was a joy.
Babs was blown away and they didn’t come.  Let's deal with
this question later... although we have more
we got it and we won’t blame them for it. 
 What was waiting for us on the sands? 
 Short-term disappointment. Some
the bastard took out half the sand mountains,
leaving us alone with Ob.  Well at least
relieve natural needs in her
left the possibility. 
  All spektrumists, both those who served in Elite,
without a command they rushed to dig a trench.  When
with the help of an incomprehensible triangular prohibition
sign, the process took only a few
minutes. 
 After sowing into the dug hole, we started
tea party.Discussion, occasionally interrupted
cool AY compositions,flowed slowly.
Just deja vu arose from every second day
CSP.  But swimming didn’t work out, although
passing ice floes thoughtfully and purposefully
They quickly followed the direction of the Ob Bay. 
   Due to the fact that Debauch could not lose
shirt, the fight didn't happen.  Everyone because
this was sad.  Especially Brawl.  But
nothing, next time we’ll organize kidnappings
redemption of shirts with group buyback
carnage. 
 The fittings fluttered in the wind,  and
when beer with salty sand is pretty
tired, we moved on to the main course - to
moonshine.  This time BlastOff  pleased
us pure without additives.  Stored
metal glasses from Gus Khrustalny
they rang like they were real! All users
consumed with gusto. Tarragon also poured
river, Voxon  selflessly talked about
creating  Flash inc,  not forgetting to wipe
a cracked sunglass. The rest are sad,
as if ashamed, they consumed kvass. 
 Rare clouds, threatening rain, carry
flew across the sky.  Moonshine was drunk, beer
it was ending.  It's time to leave the sandy
base and visit Brawl's den.  But not all
only they could do it.  BlastOff and wbr
deserted to a cafe under the frightening name
niya"Cart",where they disappeared. Goal and task
this act remained unknown, but
they say that  wbr  are dying... that is,
is leaving on vacation and needed
transfer matters to prepare the next
ZaRulem Printed Word.  After drinking some
amount of alcohol in "Cart",activists
NOT-Soft went home to comprehend
events for the day. 
 A positive outcome of the gathering can be
consider sandblasted polished
Spectrumists’ bald heads and magnificent morning
hey hangover! 
Everyone who did not come to "sands",by
due to a false weather forecast, missed
An unrealistic and extreme drinking session!
I hope next time they will
more reckless and will not care about forecasts
and personal concerns!