Gamers.
KASP'98.
FROM THE AUTHOR.
Finally, suffered, or should I say vymuchil I damn novel
description of the game ZANNY II. Why vymuchil, yes, because
what was written, it almost month. Started all fun and easy.
Once I was passed this
game, I met on the radio market with Max and he rebuked me, and
some people still (We will not point fingers and call
by name. I will say one thing, these people are doing
so that other people had something to read
this edition) that we have ceased to bring him the materials
for the newspaper. That's when My long tongue, and made me, I
said that was the game, but I do not want to write a
description as it will get very small. Then Max and someone
else (can not remember who) advised me to write about a novel.
And I agreed to his head. Had pomuchatsya, but wrote. After
reading it after writing understood, we got complete nonsense.
But I do not Gogol and I did not rise up to destroy his arm
"Creation". So, who does not want to - can not read, I will not
be offended. And who will read, what-Well, thanks for spending
time. For true connoisseurs, at the end of novels I give a
short description of this game.
At this until all respects KASP
ZUNNY II
Not all that cool
what type DIZZY.
1. Sunday morning I woke up standing.
I love indefinite time. In
such moments particularly drawn to make
something heroic. And so in this
strange place for many a time
days simply does not exist, I'm here
hero.
Opening my eyes I found myself standing
by piling up some bricks in the
in a place called the Centre bonitauna,
(Apparently the architect was a strange semblance of beauty), I
tried in vain to remember where I was yesterday or the day
before, could do with his nearly completed research work, "the
effect of large doses of alcohol on perception of visual
hallucinations caused by taking various drugs, being in a state
of intense depressive psychosis. "You just do not think that I
suffer from something similar to what - No, I obsolyutno
normal. Well, maybe sometimes be ... Though hardly ... Or not
... After a manuscript somewhere Affairs ... Yes, maybe
sometimes ...
Here I fear (they come
to me sometimes), and not go to me ... K
Mr. Villiyamu - suddenly it will help ...
Money or advice.
Mr. William, in its glorious past
worked as a foreman at a construction site. And not just master
and master with bo-olshoy letter M. And when he left a
well-deserved rest, the workers decided to hint how they
loved, valued and respected him giving
marble slab with the inscription MASTER. But
Mr. William hint is not understood, and now
used it then, if instead of the table, that is
instead of the pedestal for a bust.
Hello, Mr. William ... not seen
my manuscript? -Patter I blurted out,
for which he was awarded the only affirmative
nod of the head master. -Go look at the
in your house? -One more affirmative
nod - but what about ... borrow money?
-Oboydeshsya! .......... Further, in a very
strong terms, should all the good and the good that Mr. William
thinks of me and my kind. He concluded As always, the phrase
went away, a parasite! So I went, or rather went, in not much a
two-storey dwelling.
The first thing that strikes the visitor in
this house, the complete absence of furniture.
Immediately got the impression that you
here no one is happy to see at least another hundred years. The
second floor was not so poor, as the first ... Here
were columns. COLUMNS! How much of this
sound ... or a word, well, it does not matter. It is true
greatness, match for ancient Rome. This exquisite taste, match
for the royal court of France. These impeccable lines match for
the temples of ancient Greece ( And that is what I hit in
comparison.). In general, there were two columns. I went around
them again and again, without ceasing to admire the symmetry
work of human hands, when suddenly
remarked on the floor, painfully familiar piece of
paper. Bah! Yes this is certainly one of the
Heads of my work. Delighted at this
good luck, I looked into the second room and
discovered, what would you think shop.
Variety reigned here complete, in
shelves next to the screwdriver, for example, can be found
scrap, and next to a hacksaw sledgehammer. Cursory looking
around and not finding anything interesting, I
suddenly vaguely remembered that the other day, in
another fit of genius delirium
kind of like climbing on a construction site (if it is
was building of course.). Yes, just building ... There also was
a builder, like ...
We must move to a construction site! But since walking around
the city in an uncertain time of the day with empty hands is
not safe, I decided to take with a dangerous weapon, against
which they say there is no reception, scrap.
The road ran through the center and
took me quite a while. Heavy
Scrap terribly disturbed when walking, and muscle aching,
recalling that the weak physical level, which remained my body.
And yet I have not dropped, all the enemies
out of spite.
2. Construction.
Rubbish! I've never seen so much garbage in one place. Create
such impression that someone has implemented the
Draenite slogan of the Communists, "the whole world, something
out there ... we are razed to the ground, and then ... "- there
was complete failure. reminded that there is something build a
single builder who gazing thoughtfully into the distance
muttering - when the same will bring sand, well, ever, these
bastards bring sand ... I tiptoed crept up from behind and
yelled. - Hello Uncle ... Do not wait ... The builder already
jumped, and then slowly turned around. On me looked bad, toli
from lack of sleep, whether from a hangover eyes. Hands shaking,
whether the desire to strangle me, or from
of the same hangover.
-I waited but you egg square ...
"But, but, easier uncle, a market can
and answer ... I threw back, a last effort zhangliruya crowbar.
-And you do not scare me, I Frightening ... Not
nothing because I work at a construction site. Better that
must say ...
-Another conversation, and then once the egg,
egg ... Say, I'm here the other day not sharilsya.
Ha! Somehow, not sharilsya - working
immediately cheered up, see the memories of
this gave him much pleasure.
-Che, memory otshiblo? Do not you remember how
got out of the hatch?
-What still hatch? - I did not understand.
-What, what, sewer ...
Come and smell the same on your own, worse than
from garbage dumps. Work disdainfully wrinkling
nose.
So, again rub shoulders with the diggers. And what the hell
has brought me back. - Well, manuscript is to me to be?
-Manuscript? What is the manuscript? - Working
was clearly puzzled.
"Well, what pieces of anything ...
-Oh, flyers, leaflets were ... More precisely
leaf.
-And where is he ... Where? - Convulsively clutching
I asked the air.
-Well where you yourself said then:
you could go with him ....
-I! I said so! Oh, no ... Now for my uncle will come
Kondratiev. - My mind teetered on the brink of a foul. - Where
you went with it, speak! -I told you to ....
-No, location, location, show ...
Tam. - The man raised his hand in the direction from where I
came from. - Under the Bridge.
Under the bridge was stable SMELL. Not
just the smell, namely SMELL. In another
it is simply impossible to describe all the flavors
are mixed here. Clutching a
hand nose, I tried Nashar that
I was lost not so long ago. Finally
Luck smiled at me as a crumpled, ispachkanogo smelling knows
what piece of paper. Overcoming disgust, I
took him in hand and pocketed close
with the first. Well, well, quite well, two
already have, and where to look around the rest know. With such
thoughts, I went to the sewer hatch. Luke was excessively heavy
(I wonder how I managed to move when the climbs), but
we all know that there is no admission against breakage, so a
crowbar to shift its no big deal, though in this case had a
slight mishap, scrap fell into the hatch (To hell with him, he
already got me).
Goodbye to the surface.
Hello diggers.
3. Wow.
As the song says: "We met a cool morning ..." Roughly the
same- climate prevailed here all the time that a beneficial
effect on local flora. A flora here was in excess. I have to
say, that after the fall of the hatch, I found myself
a very strange place entirely covered
grass and small bushes (very
strnnogo form, by the way). But first, what
caught my eye is a piece of paper
strangely similar to the one lost
me. Approached, I learned a clumsy
handwriting, which is difficult with someone confused
(As told my teacher spelling: You with your hand by a doctor to
work). One to understand I could not, why he lies here, that
the road-whether methyl. Well, OK, passed. Where do the same
move farther to the right or left.
Remembering the old slogan "our cause is just ...", and taking
it for granted, I firm step walked to the right. Soon
on my way met a little girl who vyleplivaya in the sandbox
small kulichiki and singing softly: I
a hungry crow, la la la la ...
-Hi, girl! - Cheerfully greet me.
-No I'm not girl, but a small, hungry, abandoned to their fate
girl. - It's sad she said. - And you wonder come, the more I
eat nothing, you all ate yesterday, fuckin obkurennoe
egg ... Yeah, once in the life of me
called, that's another term was added to the long list.
-What are you about obkurennogo vyaknula,
little bitch ... , Through gritted teeth "I asked.
-I heard ... - She said, lifting, and holding in my own mind
"shovel." I must say that she kept in the hands of sovochkom
could be called a a stretch. This was a cross
saperskoy between the blade and saber for
chopping. That is to mean it was like
on a natural digging device, but sharpening
He had no other way as the laser. Slowly leading them from side
to side, this young lady looked at me with such a calm serenity
that I even for some time speechless, spellbound watching her
hand. But at the same time pondering if vvyazhus a fight, me or
porezhut poshinkuyut? In general, anything good I do not shine
nor is any other case. Have to contend.
-Well, what was got ... Make a joke
no longer available. - Up to disgust a sweet voice, I sang.
-Wow ... Pinned this morning, bolts protruding ... Dai said,
my dear, to chew anything ... Well, I have had, the silly thing
to say: "Take it in the package. Took ... And ate my two-day
diet ... And how much fits in with you. A everyone had
finished, from his bosom a piece of a pulled, wiped his face
and says: Say thank you, well-fed die you no longer
threatens ... Waugh, nit! Would have killed if unable to catch
up ... Run, skunk, fast. Okay, do not cry, honey.
-No I'm not your honey, get it?
-Understood, understood ... Do not fool ... - Making
nesklko steps back "I said. - A chew you'll get something, I
promise. -That's better.
-By the way, but where did he go after that
sheet, you do not remember
-We-ell ... - Held out little girl - under
bush you like it dropped out - and added.
- Probably. Sheet was actually under the
bush, just under a bush, of which this
terrain was enough. Vospryanuv
spirit, and already about to leave, I all the same
decided to ask her a question that worried
me throughout our conversation.
-And yet, what are you doing here
so long?
Kulichiki-Lepley. On this example, I
once again see how incomprehensible
female mind (the way it is because of his
incomprehensibility is not in my Research
attended the ladies) and saying goodbye
moved on. Actually on a long
did not have to go. On my way got
Mountain, and Mount hole, covered with all sorts of
woody debris. Because attempts to clear the entrance particular
have not been successful, then I had no choice but turn back.
Proceed past the girls, I went to the place whence came to
it is madness to a strange place.
4. Through the thorns ...
Next, my path lay somewhere you would think. In the forest!
Yes a real forest. Once I read somewhere that in the distant
of the Americas, in the wilds of its sewage
grow marijuana plants (for
we just hemp) unprecedented size. And all this is achieved
through particularly favorable conditions, which
anywhere except in a sewer there. Well
So, they mean marijuana, while
our forest, just a forest.
Way through the thicket I came
up with this idea, maybe I Activities tourist business, and
that would be hauled people here for picnics, walks, because
complete lack of greenery in the city so
oppresses. Truth exists and is a little poser - how to persuade
people down here voluntarily. Pondering
this situation, I suddenly stumbled on a root and with
frightening speed, if the aircraft in distress, flew
in some bushes then failing to release the chassis. Scratched
and bleeding hands and face, terrible cursing everyone from the
idiot who planted this forest, up to a nerd who
came up with underground utilities, I started
cautiously emerge from these thickets. Here
my eye fell on the white spot, located deep in the bush. But
the more I consider it did not succeed. Without hesitation the
bush has been sentenced to capital punishment, uprooting.
Reducing the sentence, I discovered something white spot
nothing As ... Another page of my priceless work (probably not
the first time in these edges). Suddenly my attention was
attracted by something else. Middle of the forest has grown
apple tree - mutant. Why mutant, but because apples on it were
the size of me each (as they say: From Chernobyl, beloved
mother-in). Recalling that I promised some people scoff, I came
the idea that it would be nice to break
a bull's eye. But so as to climb trees, I was not used, then it
might help to him than anything to bring down ... That's just
what. Well, what'll think of something, we must
move on.
Coming out of the woods, I was on the edge of the marsh and
at the same time found a way out to the surface. -Not
otherwise have slazit - thought aloud to me. - Few-if that.
Just after lift my efforts were immediately rewarded, I found a
coin of a large size, but surprisingly small denominations. But
all known that a small fortune ludshe
big failure, so putting a coin
deeper into the pocket so as not to lose, I
continued its ascent (if it
so to Nazan).
On the surface it was still depressing
as always. The complete absence of vegetation brings anguish
and uniformity structures and does discourages
live here. And once upon whether the people here say it was
difficult because the streets were deserted and only the wind
performed here his regular walks. Walking along one of the
streets. According to one ....? None of the only street in this
city soon, I just stared at the house of Uncle Jack. The uncle
was not at home (at least the door to me no one opened).
Looking around my attention was attracted rosshey tree in front
of the house. Let me explain, the verb rosshey I used in the
past, but not in This time, since this tree has grown
in the distant past, but now it was in a completely dried
state. Here it could be knock down an apple, a stick,
have only something to fill up.
Yeah that's have a reason to go to Mr. Villiyamu, take nail
file.
On the way back I took possession of such
apathy, which somehow managed to slip down the slope. Arriving
in itself, I found myself standing on the outskirts of the city
and hard looking for a piece of paper scrawled small, very
familiar handwriting. Picked up and put it in my pocket, I also
somehow without much joy, apparently does blame the city with
soy despondency lines and shapes or we need urgently to tie
with scientific experiments on yourself. Health is not
... Do not buy on that ... Returning to descend
under the earth, I long can not understand how he managed to
slip through and not notice, do I become infected levitation
... God forbid ... God forbid ... A shortage of money klikuhu
type pilot Uletchiki or something like.
Going down my feeling was
to improve, perhaps this strange underground world, was closer
to me and relatives rather than the peace that was on the
surface. Even close proximity to the swamp did not cause
disgust (although it should, in theory)
It was in that rough childhood
zanny held in close proximity to wetlands. And once chasing
Zabolotny toad he got into the most that any in a quagmire,
then it was sick week, and the smell had to scour paste
blend-a-med for a month. Since then he has not
loved the marshes and all its inhabitants, and tried his best
to avoid them. But now he not felt the former disgust, and this
was slightly surprised. You can even get to walk on it ...
Then, sometime ... A now we must move to the master for the
sawing-valyuschem tool.
5. Money in the morning, in a dining chair ...
Mr. William was in unusually
good mood. But my appearance all the same a few of his lowered.
First he became a sniff, and then, realizing that the smell of
it coming, look closely.
-Be sensible again and again ... -
as always very politely told me.
-You again ... Che again, do you want? - Master
wrinkled his nose. Whether from excessive joy
sight of me, or the smell of that
I came from.
-I would nail file ...
-Nail? This is not me ...
-No ... In terms of pililku ...
-What? - Neponyal it.
"Well than overwhelm ...
-Idiot! Arms I also do not trade.
-I'm not going to buy ...
-I'm not selling ... Ugh you suck confused ... - Mr. William
was ready to is about to explode. - Expressed exactly,
cretin.
-I need a nail file to kill a tree.
So, would immediately and said, just do not
nail file, and saw. And what's this give?
-Who?
-I ...
-Why?
"What why?
-You'll give ...
-I am with you'll go crazy. The money is there?
-Ah, yes of course. - I said, holding out a coin.
Joke-like, so ... - Master
somehow wrong smiled, taking a coin and
twirling it in his hands. - Well, I poshuchu ... Here
you for your penny ... Lit a cigarette ... C
So saying, he handed me a box
matches.
-Oh wait, I'll be back! - Shouted
I'm leaving.
-Always welcome! - Came the
after me.
6. The spark will kindle a flame.
All the same, Mr. William was able to deduce
people out of balance as well as I, and even
This box of matches. Now in my head stuck obsession, something
must be burn. And here in memory surfaced mountain, and
in her hole filled up by unknown
all sorts of twigs and other woody debris. Not otherwise
someone something to zanykal rainy day. Come see.
Walking past a hungry girl zanny
remarked that she did not stop his activities, even sang a song
so all the same. Strange creatures, these children, it was
difficult believe that he had then been so.
Woody debris raged easy, fun cracked chips and small twigs.
But as soon as the fire flare up, as from above fell strange
glass ball. Here is a godsend - I thought in the
rumor - Makhno master on the saw or
there it, but first Wait until the fire. However, the fire for
some unknown reason and was not thinking fade. So-oo, Another
problem, now look what it extinguish. Anyway think about it
after, and long campaign for the second part of the saw.
...
7. At lunch money, the evening chairs ...
At this time I ran into an ambush in
the sense that the master was waiting for me looking into
tightly around, and it cost I was approached as he yelled: if
back empty-handed then do not come ludshe, KILL! Huckster you
and not the master I thought, but rumor said: "I too I'm glad
to see you again, Mr. Willie. -I warn you ... Not expecting
trouble. -Hey mister just do not hit me feet please, okay,
okay ... sorry I here you piece of art
brought, well, about a very valuable ... I would even
Price said he is not (and will not).
-Valuable say - spit ball master
in their hands, clearly not understanding what it is.
-And what is valuable?
-The author is dead. - Do not hesitate to lie
I.
-He probably killed because of his talent,
not otherwise ...
-Maybe ... Although I have heard that it
killed in a drunken brawl. - Lying on the way
fullest.
Okay, put it in the studio, and
You can take the saw, so be it.
8. At pozhuy ...
Wood flunk no big deal
labor, and soon in my hand sported a great stick-ubivalka.
Before will go to the fruit tree, I decided
take a walk through the swamp. But soon
was forced to interrupt his walk is
K. leaned against the wall, though there was a passage, but he
has been bombarded with some kind of pest, sand. In general,
I've included a reverse and moved back. Going to the apple
tree, I began with a desperate frenzy to shoot down fruit.
After a while (when I already rather underground .... tired.)
kind a girl named Fortuna, as all turned to face me, and I was
rewarded apple simply enormous size, it is true
stick stuck in a tree, but it's nothing.
Grunting like a century grandfather and swearing at
all ways, I went to a hungry little girl and
handed her a Chernobyl apple.
-This is all me? - A girl was unspeakably happy.
-You, you ... Eat not oblyapaysya ... And I was like always
unspeakably good. Seeing how actively she devours me, too,
think about something like that, but I immediately This
suppressed the urge.
Eaten is prohibitively large apple
the girl smiled, from what I gathered
what mood it is clearly improved. This
chance it was impossible to miss and I went on the attack, but
from deep in the rear. Well-ate?
-Yes-Yes. - The girl was obviously pleased and
I went on the offensive.
-The weather is good, is not it?
-Good ...
"And the place is beautiful ...
-Beautiful ... - After these words, she
strangely looked at me and
this view I can tell you I did for some reason did not like.
By the way, look great ... - After
that as I had uttered these words
it somehow all tensed, I realized that
procrastinate no longer and blurted out: shovel
not lend?
Well, so would immediately and said ... - Noisy
exhale the air she said. - You bet
a little bit and have you in my kulichikom
sandbox.
Yeah, how did I feel good situation.
- So how about sovochka ...
Bury, I do not mind ... - With these words, a hungry little
girl gave the shovel. Will razgresti than sand - I thought
taking a shovel and putting it into his bosom.
9. From hummock to hummock ...
On the marsh, since my last visit, absolutely nothing has
changed, everything was so gloomy and depressing the same. Even
the frogs croaked and no birds did not sing (though from here
take the birds).
Even the mound no scattered, apparently
building material today is not the price. Raking the sand, I
did not even notice when I became a sing a song about a hungry
girl kulichiki and other filth.
Scattered almost all the sand on the marsh, I
finally saw the long awaited light at the end
tunnel. More plainly neuspev get out of it I naknulsya on
another bug, a hole in the stone floor, from which someone is
very smart stole bricks (probably same-who
sleep pass sand), and without him I
could not get up in the city. But something
that I have all the same happy, on the cornice
that showed there also discovered
doll (seemingly well on a very ancient). Thinking that it could
be exchanged for something from the master I prihatil it with
you.
10. Flea.
At this time I discovered the wizard in a state of deep
meditation (which was it is absolutely not typical), and in
response to my greeting, I was honored only a profound eyes and
wiggle your head. In general, the more I talked with Mr.
Villiyamom, the more I wondered how a person's mood
may influence his attitude toward people.
-Mr William I here you something
brought ...
-Why do you actually treat
me with a small letter, eh? - Sight
it thus moved from glukomyslennogo
a reproach.
-SORRY. Mister Willie, I here found incredible artifact for
your collection of antiques. -What other collections? .. I did
not know that collecting antiques ...
Well-ball out there, remember ...
Ah-ball ... It's who you pinned?
"Well why is it so crudely, neither pinned, and
presented so to speak from our table,
your ...
-In a coffin, I saw you and your show. Again, I expect
something to behold and brought some junk. -It is not junk,
but invaluable thing ... Doll, handmade, very
old ...
"Well I understand that pro wizard, you can not ask ... He was
obviously dead. -Yes there master, she has played himself
DIZZY (a child of course), and now even
where his grave is unknown. Thank god
found even smart people have put
monument in "Operation by RR, and then torch some vandal has
swiped ... Saw it myself ... So do not hesitate to take, and I
can from memory give any pustyakovinu.
My tirade seems made for a master
a lasting impression, because this
once his eye was a look
hyena, a predator who thinks, how-to grab bigger and cheaper.
As yet well I can ubaltyvat and hang noodles
on the ears ... As yet well ...
-Valuable means ... Well Bash at
bash - said Mr. Willie. - I do
just now unfold their cakes and found it here ... - With these
words he handed me a greasy piece of my manuscript.
I was almost choked with anger.
Well, nit old wait for it trouble, it
soon will come. With these thoughts here and I
went to the worker.
11. Build, demolish ...
-Listen dear, I'm here brick
in order to cope without help?
-I can help, but I do not have enough sand
Cement ... - Said the worker continuing to look somewhere in
the distance. -That I will find it without any problems. - I
replied.
All the way back in the sand and I do not
haunted tell the workers about the sand
and cement. As for cement may miss the sand, I understand and I
could not. After receiving the sand, working quickly made the
bricks I want and I Poper it to the hole.
Will not you rasskazyat all that I
expressed on all the builders and the like
while carrying this brick to the destination, but one thing I
can say with certainty if it heard a beast like Cheburashka,
then his ears would be folded into a tube, through which They
could drink cocktails.
Brick went perfectly. Even had the impression that working as
a -if I knew where this hole and
that it is all about. This suggests that, rather than whether
the worker took part in all of these diversions. Upstairs
before my eyes appeared two things: library and a fire
extinguisher. Library was closed and I thought that
it would be nice to open something
type of scrap. But it later, but until I
had the opportunity to extinguish a fire divorced me and I do
not primyanul her use.
12. Carcasses of his bastard ...
The fire quickly extinguished simply amazing
shows that the fire extinguisher was needed. In this
whether the cave, or den, I obviously was once as there were
scattered everywhere on wrapper of my favorite bubble gum
"DIROL" which protects the teeth and Bars "MARS" which spoils
the teeth. Here I found the penultimate leaf
his manuscript. Well, now you can
think you open the library. Heck,
Again this hunks go.
13. Stole, broke and ran away ...
This time I incredibly lucky.
Mr. William was asleep. That is not just
dozed briefly sinking into oblivion
and slept in every sense of the word, with
snoring and all the consequences ... That
the hour of reckoning Jewish face, I thought, sneaking past him
on tiptoe so called the table - right now arrange spoilage
property, and at the same time picked up anything
you open the library.
The house is absolutely nothing has changed
since my last visit,
it was just as sad and pathetic and only
workshop reigned as always a full order. I wonder why Mr.
William did not got himself a wife or a dog at least.
However it is his job. And here on the eye
I caught my ball, rather than just
ball and a glass ball, glass - like
known means beating. Here we are with this
You and quits, the reptile. Taking off the shelf
I'm healthy hammer with all the dope (a fool
I have more than enough), hit the ball.
Ball naturally split into many
component parts, and inside it was
key. Ha, here's luck, do not even have a criminal in the
library include, Log on as an honest man, and Mr. William
suppose there is crying over the splinters.
14. Almost final.
In the library I was waiting for more-olshoy surprise in the
form of a librarian who was toli some shaman, that is a clown.
The clown is not clown, and communicate with them clearly
necessary. Hello-cloning ... - I managed to time
restrain themselves and greeting happened
quite worthy.
-Welcomed you Zanny ... - Answered
librarian. Have you brought my manuscript? So-oo, what it
really mad now I have no doubts, but what
he said of the manuscript is of interest. - And that, I had to
bring it to you? -Of course, my young friend ... You
should bring it to me for editing, before handing it to
publication ... And we all agreed, remember ... -So where's
all the forgetting half of them ... And when was it?
-The other day, when you came to dig in the archives ...
-And where, I'm sorry you archive?
How-where, in the basement where he is ...
-Excuse me a moment. - With these
words, I ran down the stairs
chuvstuya that there is something that will put an end to my
torment. And he was rights. Here in the dim archive, among
antique books on the floor covered with centuries-old
layer of dust, lay the last of the account but
first on the value of (the law of meanness in
action) list of my immortal work, for which I gained worldwide
fame and maybe even a Nobel premium. My work will translate
into all languages world, and on my AMIGA or SONY play
station. It is with these sentiments, I
upstairs. Quivering with excitement
hands, I gave the manuscript to this either
librarian, or editor.
-You should-be nervishki to treat my friend, - said the editor
taking me manuscript. - And then stick out like shaking ...
-Be sure to note, as long as
please read.
EPILOGUE.
I sat and watched as he reads my
creation and happily nodding. My body is tired of all these
recent turmoil has gradually become
relax, confused thinking, ever fill with lead. Last I heard
falling asleep, was the phrase uttered by Editor-Yu reel hirou
Zanny, Rhyl hirou th ...
Then I woke up ... In the strait
shirt and a room with white ceiling ...
THE END.
Further, as I promised at the beginning, I cite
a brief description of the game ZANNY II.
In the house of Mr. Villiyama take the sheet and
then scrap. Crowbar otkryaem manhole to the left of the hatch
in the next screen builder (leaf). Fall down (the list). The
right girl (for grass leaf), on the foot of the mountains
(obstruction). Go to the left near the swamp take the coin. The
coin master gives a match. Matches ignite obstruction. Then
take at Mr Villiyama saw. We go to where they took the coin, we
rise up, cut down a tree on the right, (Left to take the sheet)
obtained with a stick knocks apple apple. Apple pay
girl (she gives a shovel). Sovochkom
are eliminating the mound in the swamp (from left to pit
naerhu doll). Take the sand, the relative
builder, it gives a brick. Brick inserted in a hole. At the top
take a fire extinguisher and simmer them fire (sheet). Take the
ball, which dropped out of the fire and divide it with a hammer
in the workshop of Mr. Villiyama. Key opens the library (bottom
sheet). Then take the doll and assign it the master
it gives the sheet. We go to the library approach
a librarian (I guess). And the happy end
Well, sort of still and all.
So before the meeting so far.
-
(C) KASP'98.
date 15.11.98.
time 23:44.
