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║ 2 ║ THE VAMPIRE STRIKES BACK. ║
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(c) POSTMAN MDM 2-44-43
Free only cheese in a mousetrap!
(instead of an epigraph)
Having licked the last wound, previously generously moistened with plasma,
my previous user, Raskazow, decided that it was necessary
really take revenge on the “mousy” creatures.
Searching for a long time in the pre-dawn twilight, in search of those who had fled
thoughts, teeth and last hopes, Raskazow came across a knock-out
ty fang, an interesting thought and on a pile of debris that had previously
were a chic armored carriage for day travel
under the rays of the sun in search of new donors.
The first thought I found suggested where all the os-
Talent frightened base thoughts and ideas. Having found a cross-
beaten to an "unexpected" state, Raskazow ordered them
line up and pay off in order. Check carried out
confirmed that all those who escaped are in their places and are ready to weed out
its immediate purpose.
First of all, it was decided to restore the tortured to death
than an innocent telephone set. My brother took up this matter,
who became famous for the fact that any ironcould be converted into
cell phone. A couple of minutes later, all bandaged and stitched up
with white threads the telephone stood in its former place, measured
switching the blocker causing the dialer to twitch
indicated that the device began to breathe.
After an unexpected night visit, a terrible mess was left,
Bathroom bedspreads from sofas and armchairs were lying around, not removed
the rubbed feet of the guests left an indelible mark on the carpet, mountains
broken vegetation and were unable to recover from the wheels
their armored prophet. The eternal shortage of funds does not allow
Allows them to install a decent engine and muffler. Interesting
Will they continue to rush around the city like this and blow up everyone?
I'm not lazy, then who will they rob in a couple of months???
Having brought complete order to his residence and dug up previously
a dug multi-media machine gun and a couple of virtual grenades,
Raskazov went to the local OVIR office. Having pressed everyone
rockcrats to the wall and threatening them to bite everyone to death,
I tried to make changes to my passport details. Of all the proposals
he liked the one and only one of the married nicknames most of all
not repeatable - POSTMAN. And so, the camouflage process began, following
The next stop was a dental clinic. Leading to
tidying up the cracked teeth and replacing the knocked-out fang
golden fixa tireless vampirewent to see his old friend
to whom.
Having visited CODEMAN and scared him to death with his
seriously beaten and worn-out appearance, which almost led to suicide
the owner, or rather to his exit from the window of his not one-story house.
Calming CODEMAN with light blows of his fists on his pale cheeks, and
having given a sip from a bottle of the Young Hacker elixir, POSTMAN tried
strength to grow some kind of halographic virus for him, sra-
batting only in direct contact with rodents, which
which continue to roar through the city streets.
Having spent a fair amount of gray matter, elixir, floppy disks
and nerves, the virus was born, its immediate
distribution was intended to be done via modem connection
which was established between the warring camps and the Minsk
ZxNet, the central point of communication of which was Postman's computer.
Casting magic spells and making the necessary swings
with their own hands they inserted the virus into it from the most necessary programs, called
the secret of which will be kept in the deepest confidence.
Returning to his lair, newly minted and disguised
POSTMAN saw the unfortunate Greka, who looked much worse
than vampire spawn. Worn out face and torn
a white robe, which could hardly be called a white robe, exactly
but in the same way as scraps of dangling meat can be called tattered fi-
Zionomia.Inarticulately moving his eyebrows, which were swollen and dripped into
lip area, they made it clear to Postman that the visit of the “mousy terrorists”
Comrade" walked with heavy forged boots over that part of the body that
which was once the face of a young doctor. Getting out of the camp
first aid kit, which stuck between the doctor’s ribs, all the necessary medical
caste and “first” aid tools, the vampire began to restore
the formation of a “wounded” doctor. Having previously pumped up each ku-
the juice of the dangling body with a hefty dose of drugs, Postman took
for "handicrafts", after a couple of hours the work was almost finished
(the vampire allowed himself a little prank, he left the neck
artery on top of the neck). Disinfection of all seams at minimum
calculations should have taken approximately 10-15 days, so
a brilliant decision was made to simply douse Dr. brilliant green from
bransboyda. Not taking into account the pressure of the green stuff and having difficulty getting into Greka,
brother turned all the surrounding buildings and plantings into inconspicuous
jungle, painting in khaki color was carried out according to the full program
meh. Now the word - camouflage - acquired a new meaning, not
the doctor's visibility became more real every second
disinfection. The glued body of the doctor, having felt such a colli-
the quality of the scalding disinfectant came with indescribable excitement,
began to beat in sweet convulsions and began to slowly emit
the spirit emitted was so cool thatit could be used
used as a nerve gas. Having announced gas
first attack, and having given out gas masks, Vampirych and brother continued
fighting with the remains frozen at their feet. Sincere feeling of pity
ty, which arose in hearts that were not yet brutalized, pushed
these two shamans to the last and last resort, electro simulation
cardiac activity. Pulling out the dusty monitor and connecting
high-voltage wire to what was lying dead on the ground in color
khaki. Voltage was applied by spitting over the right shoulder 666 times
tion. Flying fragments from the monitor hit a couple of military men
fighters that crashed not far from Damani, but it’s a pity that
Rokosov was only a couple of blocks away.
- Interesting, FOX wasn’t cut down by shrapnel? - thought out loud
Postman.
- What do you want? - asked the brother.
- Yes, his blood is high in calories. - I remembered with sadness
vampire.
The lying body suddenly began to take a vertical position, shi-
Rocko, spreading his arms and making some kind of growling Frankinstein sound
a similar substance moved towards the broken gate, breaking
everything that came in his way and scaring away those peacefully escaping
representatives of the fair half of humanity, for whom
Night terrorists are hunting.
- IT is on our side. - said the spit-covered WHITE angel.
- Dry yourself, you drool! - said BLACK, who was sitting, mockingly
behind the left shoulder.
-Talkers! - Postman barked in a military style, this is wonderful
acted in any verbal conflicts.
- I gave up my orders! - WHITE tried to snap back, but seeing
that they were going to spit at him the 667th time abruptly evaporated to the side
well, heavenly showers.
- Well, fuck...me? - BLACK asked the owner.
- And we won’t get anything for this? - asked with a sad expression
brother
- We don’t know, but you’re about to run into yourself, the last tracking monitor
ruined? - the vampire said furiously. - Now you will be on your own
keep track of everything, and just try to blink!
After this angry phrase, Postman went to Jass, this he-
Romat, who spiked his music with psychotropic drugs
there, so that everyone who listened to his works could not tear away
from their AY processors, and would require new ones from it
works. Having reached his house and shot half the wallpaper in
enraged fans of his music, Postman broke into his quarters
dash.
- You should have a couple of machine-gun towers around the perimeter, and crocodiles on
chains to keep the fans at a distance! - climbing over the work-
The vampire creaked under his breath.
But what he saw later struck him more than blows
home of a machine gun and a baseball bat.
An inhuman creature, armed with a neurowhip, beat the music
edge along the back so that the skin swelled and baked in one
powerful touch. The smell of burning brought the vampire out of his stupor,and
he rushed to the rescue with a shout, receiving a heavy blow from the scream below
belt fell to the floor with a groan, but seeing the angry face of the vampire
Revenue decided to quickly “make its legs.” Floor lying in ashes
groaned under the weight of Crick and gave it to the oak tree. Oak rolled to the side
interfered with Revenue, and she, forgetting about the dentures, tried to escape from
this nightmare, Vampirych threw a virtual grenade, which rang out
the explosion destroyed everyone, and even the innocent Ston.
Shaking off the settling dust, Postman took Jass under his arm and
carefully threw him out onto the street, trying to find him super music-
cal computer were not successful. The upset Vampiritch came out
in the fresh air we had to see where the musician was flying away,
simply due to weather conditions, Jass's flight path could
change, and the search could take much longer.
From Jass's vague monologue, Postman found out that due to
compliance with the rules of preparation for the session and passing examinations,
he committed a slight negligence, for which he was beaten by the family
employment controller and his super hyper cool computer must find
to be under arrest in an unknown city prison. Realizing that I ordered
It is not possible to make a high-quality music, which is why you -
The pyrych became enraged and felt a plaintive whine in his left side.
Subconsciously sensing it was time for lunch, Vampirych sadly
I remembered that all supplies were exhausted andone can only hope
that his beloved wife did not forget to pump blood for him from
commoners.
Without hesitation, he walked towards the clinic, along the
horn, bypassing the remains of human flesh lying peacefully on the dusty
asvalte.
- Eh, it’s a pity that the last JACKAL died. - Vampi thought sadly -
growl remembering Dostoval, who untimely passed into another world.
Arriving at work to his beloved and having a snack with disgust,
with the help of some unknown victim, Postman refreshed himself, and
thoroughly strengthened. Feeling the influx of energy, the warmth of the run-
coursing through his veins, Vampiritch realized his strength, and it seemed to him
the force should have been enough to soak at least one "mousy
creature,” but energy alone was not enough, it was necessary to dissipate somewhere
be cartridges for a machine gun and something else sophisticated.
Having reached the house and caught a sharp thought running wildly around the
tors of his inflamed consciousness, Vampiritch remembered that the most
a cool pervert was a new modemer from the 6th district, here he had
you could find everything you could want. Fast
Having written out a message with the order and zipped it up, Postman began
frantically call this subject to connect. The connection took place
and the order was sent along the telephone cords in the right direction. Che-
within a quarter of an hour surface-to-surface missile landed
brought everything necessary in her belly, but the resulting crow
kaprevented me from carrying everything that had been thrown.
The weapons that arrived consisted of the full equipment of a soldier from
battalion "WOLF 3D", some of the labyrinths of "DOOM" and pleasant
lotions inherited from the gang of UFO logs.
The arriving containers and the mesmerizing bloody sunset raised
Postman's fighting spirit. The hysterical roar of the engine and muffled sounds
waiting shots indicated that the “mousy” ones had already left for
night hunting. Smiling maliciously and flashing his false fang at
In the approaching twilight, Postman let out his vampire howl, everything
who else could hear him were numb with horror, and even, in my opinion,
The engine of the “mouse” “zepor” fell silent from fear.
Night was coming, a time of fear, revenge and death...
To be continued.
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