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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FPEByq8dxsU The frame shone dimming the glow of the crack, and its interior became perfectly black. This is exactly what an ordinary temple door looked like. Maybe Sanguinex was right? Maybe indeed...
This positive aspect, for a change, prompted me to step over the threshold of midnight. When I did, I heard an oversized roar.
- Why aren't you breathing ?!!
Some bloody type was lurching straight in my direction, after which, however, he stood as if he had been struck.
- CUT - another scream.... - Well, what the fuck is this! Bezio what the fuck are you doing!
I didn't want to believe it, but still. Persival in the flesh, dressed in strange clothes, rushed towards me screaming at some triangular thing. The bloodied type stared at me as if I were an idiot, and someone else grabbed my arm.
- It's you again! - another familiar voice rang out, which immediately turned into Xyz' face.
- Bezio! This is the fifth shot and not to mention Varga's questionable skills and Aivar's 'great' memory it's still you showing up! Well how to live here!
- Persival... What are you doing here? After all, you were repairing the wall.... Which is suddenly no longer here!
- Well, of course not, after all, this is an alternate world you bum. Come back and do your job if you please.
- That's right mongrel," added Xyz, "I'm producing here and you're meddling again. Esdera had nightmares at night because of you! Get down before she sees you!
- P-sorry... C-whether... - a shy, squeaky voice rang out.
- What! - hollered Persival. It turned out to be the huge bloody type.
- C-whether... M-can I go to the toilet - every now and then he just closed his eyes being on the verge of crying. Some grandmother approached him with a handkerchief.
