Fuhrer Kungurov hated Soviet StopGame and wanted to end it once and for all as soon as possible, but did not know how to do it. The German Reich suffered setbacks at the front. Once one of the best fighters of the Reich, Denis Karamyshev, defected to the side of the communists to conduct pirated weekly podcasts against the Nazis. Luck was not on the side of Nazi Kunguria.
Loud footsteps were heard in the corridor. Frau Kost burst into the chambers of Fuhrer Kungurov. She ran and jumped like Mario. No, higher! She was so excited and happy about something that she accidentally landed on her Fuhrer’s head.
— Ay! – Fuhrer Kungurov screamed – it hurts.
“Forgive me, my Fuhrer,” Frau Kost said guiltily, “I brought you wonderful news.”! I know how to break the Soviet StopGame, and with it this fucking communist Galperia!
— Report, Frau Kost. Don’t torment me with waiting!
— Communists work hard every day in the blog mines. They work tirelessly for the Friday haymaker. Two, to be more precise.
– Just two? But this is not much, – Fuhrer Kungurov was surprised.
— A mower for them is not just a mower. Mower is HOPE. Hope for a bright future for Soviet StopGame. And we will take away this hope from them! MWOOHAHA! – Frau Kost laughed evilly. – I have already sent my best people to rob the caravans of mowers.
– Frau Kost – you are a genius!
“I… know,” said Frau Kost, brushing away a tear that rolled down her cheek and then added, “all for the sake of my Fuhrer.”!
Fuhrer Kungurov was so happy that he didn’t sleep all night. All night he rode on the back of a Soviet female intelligence officer he had captured and beat her with a whip. Afterwards he took the poor thing to his chambers. What happened there, history is silent.
But the plans of Nazi Kunguria were not destined to come true! The Soviet services sent two of their best fighters. Special Agent Daur, codenamed “Naked Arthur,” and his faithful dragon Katerina were already flying to the aid of the mower caravans. After completing the last mission, Daur was awarded the Order of Naritsa for services to the Fatherland. Katerina was also awarded, even though she was an ordinary Soviet dragon.
A Nazi army of 38 tanks, 15 armored vehicles and 50 Nazi soldiers was approaching the caravan of mowers.
– Darling, there are too many of them! Is it possible to win this time?? There are only two of us,” said the dragon Katerina worriedly.
“Don’t worry, Katyushechka, my Plushka,” Daur answered confidently, “even in such an unequal battle I have a plan.”! We will use the "Fen System"!
— “Fen System”!? – said the dragon Katerina in surprise.
— As Master Kojima taught. “Mentor of my mentor, Bolshevik Gleb Meshcheryakov,” said Daur.
Dragon Katerina understood the planned battle strategy, winking affectionately at Daur.
Daur, pretending to be an ordinary Soviet samovar, quietly penetrated behind enemy lines. He tied balloons behind the backs of enemy soldiers, sending them into the sky. Tanks and armored vehicles took to the skies after them. The Nazis and enemy equipment sent into the sky were caught by the dragon Katerina and carried them with a bullet to the communist Mother Base, where they were recruited into communists.
Everything was going just fine, when suddenly the enemy called for reinforcements! Twenty more tanks came out from behind the hill. While Daur sent them into the sky, they managed to destroy half of the wagons of the caravan of mowers. The victory was for the Soviet StopGame, but, alas, it was not possible to do without losses.
– Ah. Oh. Forgive Winshark-casino.co.uk me, Daurchik, I wasn’t fast enough,” the dragon Katerina said guiltily, lowering her head. – Your catamaran let you down.
-You have nothing to apologize for! – said Daur, – the Fuhrer Kungurov and Nazi Kunguria are to blame for everything. And you’re great!
– Ah. Oh. Oh. Oh. Thank you. Like a stone from the soul. I’m so tired of rushing back and forth like a clockwork. “My wings are languishing in pain,” said the dragon Katerina.
– Come to me, Katenka. I will lovingly stroke your wings with my hand, and the pain will go away as if by hand.
– Ooo! Indeed, the pain disappeared as if by hand. Daur, are you a wizard??! – asked the dragon Katerina.
— I have the usual hands of the Soviet StopGeymovets, who from morning to evening makes the history of the Final Fantasy series. For the sake of his people. For the sake of the communists. That’s why my hands are so healing. … But I should thank you, Katenka. My Katyushka. If it weren’t for you next Friday, no one would have gotten one mower. And so at least one will be rewarded for his efforts. You are my treasure! You are more important to me than a hundred mowers!
– Don’t stop, Daur. Speak! Speak! – barely finding air in her lungs, the dragon Katerina said excitedly.
— Someday Nazi Kunguria will fall. The day will come when Soviet StopGame will flourish like in the old days. And that day will come. Will definitely come. I promise you. For now, let’s close our eyes and dream about this day.
Dragon Katerina closed her eyes and began to dream about this day. And maybe that day will actually come someday. But that will be a completely different story..
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The best fanfiction on Stop. Game. Ru..
P.S.: Dragon Catherine clearly treats her rider better than the fictional prototype.
Interesting, but it would be better if you wrote fanfic about blogging people, since this is a problem with blogs, it seems to me.
The main square of Kungurov City was filled with tens of thousands of people. Some whistled, some rejoiced, some gathered in groups, which from a bird’s eye view looked most like tree branches, where there was a noisy discussion of the new issue, some even cried with happiness remembering their younger selves, but the majority danced and made noise, fervently shouting “This is a masterpiece.”!"Thanks for the release!" and "The Glory of Galperia!».
-What’s that up there?? – asked young Fonzu.
— This is a new issue of “Debriefing” is out. The first part of BloodRayne was remembered by many, so they make noise. – calmly answered a man in a dark robe with a hood covering his face. Here his name was Last, and he was now lighting a fire in a barrel.
The catacombs under the city were now desolate. The electric lamps had burned out for about two years now, and darkness filled the once crowded corridors, decorated with the works of novice artists and texts by writers who were completely invisible in this darkness. Just like reading newspaper articles that were stored on the shelves of bookcases, found at almost every turn of the “Blog Dungeons”. Sometimes the city leadership said that they were going to transform them, but none of the few inhabitants of the underground believed in this for a long time.
Finally, Last lit a fire, thereby consecrating the entire corridor of the catacombs. Immediately, reacting to the light, a small, once white, but now rather gray robot with a huge head turned on, moved away from the wall and walked towards the light coming from the barrel:
— Lust, you’ve sparked a blog fact! Great… – said the robot, approaching the barrel in which the tops that came out in February were burning brightly.
– Yeah, it was hard to collect them in the dark, Nicky, but I was able to! – Last said joyfully, seeing another blog member, after which he nodded at a sleeping man in a long cloak and hat, who was sleeping peacefully not far from the barrel – Shanti, thank you, I helped a little, and I dug some matches.
– You guys are doing a good job! I’ll sit down? – asked the robot.
– Who is this?? -Nicky asked again
— This is Fonzu. Newbie. I was going to write literature on blogs, but the first blog came out lumpy, although the light was bright.
Suddenly the fire trembled from an unexpected wind blowing from the entrance to the catacombs. Inhuman squeals, screams and shots from shotguns and machine guns swept along the corridor and continued seemingly indefinitely, deafening the Blogites gathered around the fire. But everything died down as quickly as it began, and after a while several more people appeared in the garb of Brotherhood of Steel soldiers from the Fallout universe.
– Hello guys. God, how many mutated creatures with let’s plays and videos of the same type are here… I almost ran out of ammo!
It was five dungeon orderlies: Zdd, Golovanov, Goblin, Shumakov and Lovegrudb, blog orderlies, who also sat down by the Lasta fire. However, each of the blog members had a weapon, which they always gladly used when they saw another mutant.
– Modders were called? – asked Last
– Yeah, soon the corpses will have to be removed. – Golovanov answered with a sigh. It was clear that he was quite tired of clearing the almost deserted catacombs.
– And I even threw a first aid kit to one of them! – the Goblin said cheerfully, – why, let him suffer!
Meanwhile, people were drawn up to the fire and started conversations in a rhythmic, even paw-like manner about each burning job in the barrel. There was Fantik, and Zeron, and the always sad Foxy, who still managed to be cheered up sometimes. Standing off to the side was Lampy, a young guy with dark hair dressed in the style of the guys from the last finale, looking sideways at Lust. He was a little sad that his article was not included in the barrel, although he still did not dare to start a dialogue about its disadvantages in public.
Suddenly Goodgamer ran into the blazing fire shouting: “Guys, girls, Kungurov oh… ate. "
— Have you heard the latest news?? Mowers will be canceled! Now, to the place of the brightest fires, the corridor will not be illuminated for people from the square! That’s it, finita! Nobody will come here anymore..
– Maybe for the better? – Fen suddenly said quietly, standing right there in a small crowd of blogging people. – Maybe it’s really time for you guys to go out to the square a long time ago, and not be in a small get-together of a place that will never become as lively as in the past? After all, all these articles are essentially needed only by you. All this graffiti on the walls, and the fires… What are you holding on to here, who do you want to find, who to tell what, because other people who collect squares and halls in the city at the top have long been doing this well and efficiently. And here… It’s empty here. And no one will fix it anymore. So why are you still here??
People wanted to say something, but Last’s fire in the barrel went out, leaving a small group of people in complete darkness.