Создатели Судьбы / The Creators of Destiny: Глава 1
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Chapter 1 Camrad_RIP 23.08.22 в 13:42 |
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Notebooks. In a box. Camrad_RIP 23.08.22 в 14:20 |
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Handbill. In a box. Camrad_RIP 23.08.22 в 14:20 |
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A greeting card from the employees of the department. In a box. Camrad_RIP 23.08.22 в 14:21 |
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My now ex-colleagues around me, who had signed this greeting, looked away. Or expressed their silent disapproval. Camrad_RIP 23.08.22 в 14:21 |
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They didn't dare to say it aloud. You could get punched in the face for saying it out loud. Camrad_RIP 23.08.22 в 14:22 |
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Of course, I shouldn't have punched the deputy director. Well, he decided to arrange an exemplary humiliation before my dismissal, we all have our weaknesses. The second most important person in our office has a weakness - to tell the plain truth. It never occurred to him that someone might not want to listen to them. It is so natural to share life experiences with those below you! It is right and reasonable. Camrad_RIP 23.08.22 в 14:27 |
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But grabbing me by the sleeve when I got tired of talking and went to pack... He shouldn't do that, honestly. He just shouldn't. Camrad_RIP 23.08.22 в 14:28 |
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A smirk crept onto my face. Good job he set himself up. He pulled it himself, and put his chin out himself. It made my fist itch to do it again. But don't make it worse... fuck... fuck... Camrad_RIP 23.08.22 в 14:34 |
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Fucking deputy! I've worked at this firm longer than he has! Seven years: we celebrated our anniversary a month ago. Camrad_RIP 23.08.22 в 14:35 |
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Uh-oh, it turns out that that nasty, disgusting Polushkin is outsourcing some of his orders. Oye-aye, a betrayal of the firm's interests! Oye-aye, to scold the scoundrel and fire him in front of a line of sheepishly fatalistic employees. Camrad_RIP 23.08.22 в 14:36 |
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Everyone knows that some of the orders go past the cash register. Everyone knows that every employee has his own little gesheft. Whether it's the general manager or the last technician - everyone! The same deputy director handles the machines, fiddles with materials, and something from his side goes. Legitimate increase in salary! Camrad_RIP 23.08.22 в 14:37 |
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Everyone knows. Camrad_RIP 23.08.22 в 14:37 |
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I held first place in efficiency among the employees for the second year. Even though I gave the tastiest orders to guys I knew for a percentage. For two years I had been the best and had consistently made the firm a profit, which meant that I had not been kicked out because of a couple or three odd jobs a month. It wasn't for a little fiddling with my expense reports, either. It was for something else. For what? As someone who has been wearing a corporate noose for seven lousy years, I can say with confidence that even the person who actually fired me might not know this. The stars were aligned, so they kicked me out. It was deemed necessary. Camrad_RIP 23.08.22 в 14:39 |
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Hmm... What's the folder? Gift reports? The mess: I've had it here since the last transfer. Delivery notes, lists, notes, a few flyers, two layouts, a receipt, and a data-sheet. Camrad_RIP 23.08.22 в 14:39 |
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Oh, I remember that. We wanted to give an important client an account for a new game. He had discovered online gaming and was very into it. Yeah, but if it's here, what did we present? We did, didn't we? Camrad_RIP 23.08.22 в 14:42 |
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Standing next to me, Vadik, an ex-Marine, a big guy dressed in an awkwardly fitting jacket with a security badge, coughed softly. I put the sheet in the box. Camrad_RIP 23.08.22 в 14:42 |
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"That's it, Vadik, I'm done. There's nothing else of mine here. Let's go." Camrad_RIP 23.08.22 в 14:43 |
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I took the box with my belongings and went, escorted, to the exit. Camrad_RIP 23.08.22 в 14:43 |
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I shouldn't have punched that bitch in the face. I could use half an hour on the computer right now, and I'd have a nice severance package. Just cancel those last two orders and make some calls. I'm an idiot, what can I say? Camrad_RIP 23.08.22 в 14:44 |
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"Vova, did you really punch Zelenets in the face?" Vadik was obviously interested. Camrad_RIP 23.08.22 в 14:45 |
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I noded: Camrad_RIP 23.08.22 в 14:45 |
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"What are you talking about? It was an accident. I just reached out to hug him, because we were saying goodbye, "maybe forever," and just as he was about to cry from the fullness of his feelings, he leaned toward me and accidentally bumped into my hand. I am so sorry!" My monotone voice was supposed to show how sorry I was, but the guard chuckled anyway. Noone like the deputy, oh no one. At least he made people happy. Camrad_RIP 23.08.22 в 14:46 |
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However, despite the fun, Vadik watched me carefully as I left the building, got in my car, and drove away. Camrad_RIP 23.08.22 в 14:47 |
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At home, I settled tiredly in an armchair. Camrad_RIP 23.08.22 в 14:47 |
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So, what do we have? Other than a bottle of Heineken and a fish sandwich red with chemicals? Camrad_RIP 23.08.22 в 16:52 |
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I have money. The part-time job I invented five years ago, when it was clearly explained to me why such a nice guy like me had no chance to get ahead of the chief accountant's stupid nephew, brought exactly twice as much as the official, gray, black, and other salaries combined. And somehow there was no reason to spend it. So I could, for example, spend a couple of years in a warm country. I've never been to India: maybe I should deprive myself of this annoying drawback? Sun, sand, palm trees, annoying souvenir sellers. Weed, which I don't fucking understand. The beer I drink once a month, like now. Girls... no, no, no, no, don't do that. I haven't recovered from my divorce yet. For the past eight years. A girl is good, but it's better somewhere out of constant sight. Camrad_RIP 23.08.22 в 16:54 |
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Conclusion - to hell with warm countries. I haven't lived in warm countries, I won't get used to them. Camrad_RIP 23.08.22 в 16:54 |
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What else is there? The apartment was mine. And the dacha, inherited from the last relative I knew, my grandfather's quiet drunken cousin, whom I had found out about a month before he died of cirrhosis, was also mine. I didn't take out any loans, preferring to earn and pay right away. Camrad_RIP 23.08.22 в 16:55 |
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I have a profession. As long as two people have something and I need it, I'll always figure out a way to exchange it for something I don't need. And then get paid for it. And interest. And a smack in the cheeky greedy face. Camrad_RIP 23.08.22 в 16:56 |
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Health is there, too. The Americans are smart people, with their cult of health as applied to the corporate spirit. I went to the gym three times a week, the pool twice a week, and the health insurance... Now I have to pay for it myself, by the way. We put an "X" on the to-do list. Camrad_RIP 23.08.22 в 16:57 |
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Money, a house, a car. What else? Oh, entertainment. Camrad_RIP 23.08.22 в 16:59 |
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I looked around the room. There wasn't much stuff. My ex-wife in the divorce, as in the joke, waited for my business trip and took everything, up to the curtains from the windows. By the way, not her curtains, I bought them myself, even before we were married. Camrad_RIP 23.08.22 в 17:00 |
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Then I decided to leave everything as it was. I only made repairs. That's how I live: in one room - a rack with a computer, in the second - a bed with a nightstand and a treadmill, presented at the company as the most productive employee last year. And in the kitchen - a table and two chairs. Spartan. All the men I know are jealous. Ha-ha. Camrad_RIP 23.08.22 в 17:01 |
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Except now there's nothing to do. I'm not flattered: the ghouls to whom I've been dropping off unrecorded orders will look me in the eye and offer to come back when I have something useful for them. Camrad_RIP 23.08.22 в 17:02 |
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I kicked the box I had brought from work. Camrad_RIP 23.08.22 в 17:03 |
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You couldn't even steal anything, loser. Although... Camrad_RIP 23.08.22 в 17:03 |
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Putting the bottle down and clutching the rest of the sandwich in my teeth, I rummaged through the box. Flyer, where the hell are you? Camrad_RIP 23.08.22 в 17:08 |
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There. Camrad_RIP 23.08.22 в 17:09 |
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That's the account in the game. I think it's "Creators of Destiny"? Camrad_RIP 23.08.22 в 17:09 |
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Well, well. Here it is, Creators of Destiny, an online game. Wiki link. Holy shit, thirty-two million regular users. "The game uses an original payment methodology." And what's so original about free-to-play? "The monthly payment limit is declared as a desire by the developers to level the odds" - yup, something like that I used to babble to my customers, too. Okay, now let's look up the most accurate and reliable information - go to Lurkmoar! Camrad_RIP 23.08.22 в 17:11 |
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After five minutes, I briefly familiarized myself. Yes, thirty-two million in two years. "The game replicated the success of Cistern World and surpassed it." A hundred bucks a month is the official donation limit. But there is a controlled withdrawal market from the game. The original leveling system. Archetypes and multi-classes. Huge world, dynamic development, AI NPCs, complex multi-variant scenarios. Camrad_RIP 23.08.22 в 17:20 |
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Oddly enough, the developers did not simplify their task and save on the development of the world, strengthening the PvP component of the game, so that the players themselves entertained each other. PvP was allowed, but not encouraged. Emphasis was placed on the social component - guilds, clans, groups, class bonuses, crafts, and trade. Camrad_RIP 23.08.22 в 17:21 |
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In the game, by the way, you can legally sell game gold for real money. And a leveled character could earn by simply selling loot from monsters to the store and selling the gold immediately at the in-game auction. It was possible to sell in-game items on a special market controlled by the developers. In the article guys from Lurkmoar caustically discussed the fact that the developers of the game had a stake in every transaction, and even said that the developers themselves can saturate the market with their art. Opponents, on the other hand, cited numerous quotes about the company not interfering in any way with the relationship between the players. Camrad_RIP 23.08.22 в 17:23 |
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After scratching my head, I put the client on the download and went to take a shower. Camrad_RIP 23.08.22 в 17:28 |
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It didn't take long for the client to install, and soon the splash screen appeared on the monitor: Camrad_RIP 23.08.22 в 17:28 |
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+++Hello, dear tester! We are glad to inform you that the game is out in the public domain, and thank you for helping us improve it! Unfortunately, with the release of the game has changed the rules of payment, and from now on the maximum available number of "rings of power" will be changed. For your help in making the game better, you will retain the "power rings" you purchased during testing. Welcome to the world of Creators of Destiny! Camrad_RIP 23.08.22 в 17:29 |
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After hanging, this sign went out, and the character creation window opened. A test character, then. Well, yes, the account was registered two months before the release; they wanted to match it up by presenting a character "with a story". So there are bonus points on that account now. Camrad_RIP 23.08.22 в 17:30 |
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By the way, can the characters be sold? Camrad_RIP 23.08.22 в 17:30 |
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Let's take a look at our account. Camrad_RIP 23.08.22 в 17:30 |
