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MAXON presents ...
Zdenek Izer
in an adventure game called
Horke Leto / Hot Summer also called Majer in Action
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I'm a normal guy. Boys call me Rambo and girls call me a moron.
Otherwise, I'm Majer. Honza Majer. And what are you going to see now is my story.
I just came out of school, when my beloved father, a professor of botany and a worker at research institution
told me happily, that we will spend the next fourteen days on one of the most
beautyful islands in Pacific and we are going to research the local flora.
Well, I said to myself. Until now, the most distant place you ever were in was in the nearest pub, your favorite
restaurant is being reconstructed, so why not to have fun, at least you will not have to go to school.
And so I packed several beers, a knife and a pillow and then I checked the
vocabulary, to find out what the hell is Pacific and flora. We embarked in the next day.
The route from Prague to Majalagunjimini went rather good, I puked twice during the flight and my
sister thrice. And if I forgot to mention that mom and sis also flew with us, then I'm sorry for that.
In Majalagunjimini we rented a boat, then we dusted off our summer T-shirts
and naval skills, and then we embarked on the wide sea.
We sailed for a long time. We missed the last outpost of civilization, we
have eaten the last cracker and then we arrived at our goal.
I was the first one to find a suitable place for our tent, and so I called others, so they could build it.
And then the first wet night came, beautyful and peaceful, like nothing was going to happen.
But because luck stayed somewhere in Prague, maybe mom forgot to pack it,
and fate is an unpredictable ***, our paradise was not meant to last.
The second day in the morning, the work began. I of course moved myself into the rainforest, but then suddenly I
heard the roar of my mother, the cries of my sister and the swear words of my beloved father.
Like Old Shatterhand I used stealth to go through bushes and when I arrived at
the camp some weak half hour afterwards, horror crept over me from what I saw there ...
And so I said to myself: We are ****d...
Oh look, our sitting stool.
I do not wish for you to see how much does it suffer under dad's ***.
Red monster, also called "The A". Our mobile home.
Why the hell did the Man-Eaters left this broach here, I know not ...
Yeah, without the microwave oven even my mom sucks at cooking ...
Oh look, a stone. I love blunt minerals.
Oh look, a tent stake. After looking at it, it reminds me of someone ...
I've got it! That is the Ofcourse Stake, of course.
And who doesn't get this one, sucks to be you.
This is the Ofcourse stake ...
Oops, we have a hole in our tent.
The stick that transforms a piece of sewn cloth into a habitable hut.
How little is needed for some people to exist.
Hm, a pillow.
For us not to forget the pillow, mom sew it into the bottom part of the tent.
And then she said that if somebody tears it off, she will tear his ear off.
And also a hand.
And then the second hand and the half of our right leg.
Which doesn't include our grandad, because he doesn't have his right leg.
Oh look, a warm sleeping bag. It is even warmer with a girl. And it is warmest with a boy.
A rug - I don't have anything to comment upon.
This is dad's bag.
He calls him Eduard and he likes him.
I remember one of my uncles hacking wood with this axe and ... and ... he hacked his ear off.
Maybe we still have it somewhere.
Eiich! A picture of some monkey. Oh wait, it is a mirror.
Let that be. A true man was never in need of a mirror, never needs it and never will need it.
Something - these are just some sis's crap. Bleeigh, a ball.
Bleeeeeigh ! I'm not touching that. My hand would fall off ...
This is interesting, this clock has also one arm shorter than the other, but nobody laughs at it.
Oh look, my throwing dart. Me and my senile neightbor's *** have a very nice memories with that one.
The All-Knowing Eye.
I will not waste such a precious liquid.
And what about me ?
I would have to be crazy.
Not a chance, I will need it again.
What are you doing? That is MY bottomless can.
Do NOT try that again.
No, no. I have to save up.
You are not going to stop, are you ? ...
I would rather use it myself.
It would be easy for you to give this out, because it doesn't belong to you.
I will not give that to you. Not a single drop.
Stop it ...
Get that crap out of here.
Tall palm trees with alot of coconuts.
Or not, only with one coconut.
A coconut. But it is in a really high place. Not even a ... bernard dog could reach it.
This is our beautyful ship. Of course I can't sail it by myself,
but at least I can look at it religiously and enjoy it's ancient beauty.
Not that doing so would be useful or anything ...
A rock. Such a weird plant the rock is.
I'm Majer, who is more ?
Huh, I can't do that. If I were to bash it, the coconut would get angry and it would end at head. Thanks, but no ...
A saw. Jagged like the smile of my grandgrandmother Marena.
A bottle of ***, but without ***.
Well, there is only the shower beyond it.
***.
Ha, a loaded shotgun.
One minute of silence for DOOM, please.
Ehm ...
Well, screw that.
A Honorable Notice: You can't really make a living by making computer games in Czech Republic.
Signed - The development team of Hot Summer.
What the *** is Hot Summer ?
No comment.
No, no. That coconut is surely not that dangerous for me to waste shells on it.
Right, mister Coconut ?
Wow, next time I'm going to find a squirrel.
Heheh, the coconut fell on it's coconut and now it is mine.
Hehe, the palm tree lost its coconut ...
Yuy, I played the role of a worm and I made a hole in Mister Coconut.
Yeah ! A Tarzan.
That is a sap. Ugly, sticky, slimy and disgusting. Simply a sap.
Oh look, a tree. And in a forest as well. We greet the tree.
Sturdy like a rope, slimy like a snake. Or like my japanese teacher.
Konichi-wa, Nippon !