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Here is a young man in his room. A summer evening is approaching outside, but for him it is practically only lunchtime. Or rather, dinner and lunch have already safely ended, and now he can indulge in idleness. Read, for example, or play for once a game that you were recently given for good grades this school year. There was just one problem: none of his friends had one, and there must be at least two players. Playing with Uncle or his cat was not an option. However, fortunately, he managed to find a resource where he could find guys with the same game. ======> Tell me your name. Your name is Max. Just Max. You rarely use your last name or the full form of your first name. Uncle Frank rarely remembers them either. You don’t believe in zodiac signs, but you are a Cancer, which doesn’t really match your character, and you are already fourteen years old. A little more and you will become another gray and boring adult. I can only hope that you will manage to avoid it. Max shook his head. No, who you are can be remembered later. And now an announcement. He opened an unusual window, as if in the style of the first Internet chats. Having somehow figured it out, he chose a lime color for the text, a nickname and sent a request: darkArbitrator sent a request at 8:14: DA: Hello everyone! I heard that many here know about the game known as SBURB. And everyone knows that it is a team game. To my deepest regret, this game is not very popular in my area. Therefore, I hope that those who are short of players will not disdain to pick up my orphaned carcass. ======> Max: look around the room. While waiting for an answer, Max decided to walk around the room. Nothing special, a room like a room. Striped wallpaper, “museum” parquet, a desk with a computer, a bed. The only thing that caught the eye was his pride. Not every teenager has such a bookcase with books, taking up almost the entire wall, which the young man read almost completely. Needless to say, games were not his main passion. They only interested him recently. ======> Max: Captchalogue the book. Excuse me? ======> Max: Arm yourself. Obeying a strange impulse, Max decides to go downstairs. Your room is located on the second floor above a small cafe owned by Uncle Frank. In the kitchen, he greeted Max with a strange, slightly sad smile. But then the bell on the door rang, and he hurriedly left. It would soon be time to close for the night. The young man seized the moment and grabbed a larger knife from the table and hurried back to his place. Two notifications from one person were flickering on the monitor at once. A pleasant dark blue color pleased the eye. oldFox commented on your request in --: --: OF: hoope is a stuupid feeeling. waait.; > A strange comment from a strange person from the network. However, Max immediately realized that he could be trusted. So he opened the messages. Even the odd glitch with the clock can be forgiven. oldFox left a message in --: --: OF: hi!.: > DA: Hello. I’m glad at least someone responded. OF: woow. yoou taalk just like MF, almoost.=> OF: okaay! DA: Um, I’m glad about that! What’s your name? I’m Max. OF: juufin haille. DA: Beautiful! DA: Although a little suspicious. OF: belieeve me, muutual.: > OF: don’t get worked up, sir maakss; > DA: please, just Max. So, about the game. How many people are playing? What do I need to do? When are you starting? OF: goood questioons.: > OF: start both disks. there are 12 of us with you, but there are still many more. we’ve really messed up the order. MP will contact you. She’s directing you. Max didn’t have time to realize the change in writing style, when suddenly a new notification lit up. MasterPersecution left a message in --: --: MP: GET READY FOR SHIT, BROTHER! WRITE WHEN YOU START UP! >: o) For a second, the guy thought he’d gone deaf from the purple caps. Only when he realized it was just shock could he think. A rather strange group had contacted him, probably foreigners. However, he didn’t see anything wrong with that. Yes, they could be older than him, or younger, since they were acting up like that. But he already liked them. Besides, he hadn’t met everyone yet. ======> Launch the game already! He shuddered. Max immediately grabbed two boxes of disks. A few clicks, a buzzing sound, and he finally clicks on new green windows on the monitor. The screensaver turned on. He wondered what he was supposed to do in this game. When the loading was finished, another window opened. Max turned pale. It looked creepy on the white-green-blue background. He had to increase the brightness to see anything. Lightning flashed on the screen. The young man swallowed. It all looked like a hidden camera shot. Too real. And dark. Only the light from someone else’s monitor. There was no sound either. A tall, dark silhouette with glowing eyes was visible in the middle of the window. Max hurried to collapse the folder to answer the others. DA: Started both disks. Opened the window and, forgive my French, almost shit myself. Jufin answered almost immediately. OF: congratulatioons. I found you anoother interloocutor in absentia, buut this time baseed on your seense of humoor. he also reaacts to BR like thaat.: > Max fell into another stupor, but did not have time to answer. The Master of Pursuit also started the conversation. MP: I SYMPATHETIC. BUT DON’T BE AFRAID, WHEN HE’S FAR AWAY, THEN YOU DON’T HAVE TO BE AFRAID, GREEN! DA: Thank you. Although, I still haven’t understood the essence of the game. MP: THE FOX IS IN CHARGE OF THE PARADE. HE WILL SEND YOU INSTRUCTIONS. AND FOR NOW I WILL CARRY OUT MINE AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE. WE NEED TO WORK TOGETHER! MP: AND YES. YOU LOOK STRANGE. ALTHOUGH YOU’RE CUTE. BUT YOU’RE SCARY. SO SOFT THAT IT’S SCARY: o ( DA: Who would talk about horror, but thank you. Max opened the window with the dark silhouette once more. A certain MF no longer towered over the ceiling. However, this did not make things any easier for Max. His gaze constantly caught on a strange detail. On the one leaning toward the new glowing object were two appendages that looked like horns. As the proverb demands, the young man crossed himself. Somewhere in the kitchen there was a crash.