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На тебе примерный перевод мануала по тайм стопам от мастера и успокойся уже.
”Bla-"
Then, the time of the world stopped.
"I won't use your scenario. Because."
Rather than time stopping it's more accurate to say that the pages of the book were stopped to turn over.
In a stationary world the letters were floating.
"The previous scenario was done by me."
The story spun just now.
"'Featherine Augustus Auroraaaaaa!!!'"
"'Lambdadelta raised her whole magical power.'"
The sentence ends there. In that stationary world Featherine folds her arms.
"Damn. I haven't fought for a long time. It's troublesome to write such development."
When I'm stuck with writing, I come back. Rather than writing from the beginning to the end, I go back and write from the end. If you do it this way, it's easy to make a foreshadowing and you can see the story clearly.
The weak point is not a construction of the story, but sudden ending.
"For now. Let's go back from the result of the fight and write. Lady Lambdadelta. Defeated by me and stopped breathing."
When Featherine declared that, a huge letter that was floating in the static world was added to the script.
However, there were many blank spaces, because she was writing from the end.
"Now, how you were defeated. I think, I should write a death suitable for your bravery. So how is it? She was blown away and hit the bookshelves by something, she didn't understand well. Limbs break, she stops breathing, falls in the dark and disappears. Yeah. Quite showy death. For the time being, the death has been decided."
The plot of Featherine was added to the script again. At the same time the figure of Lambdadelta disappeared.
After thinking with her arms folded, Featherine pointed to the appropriate direction. Then, on a bookshelf on the tip of her finger, Lambdadelta's figure appeared with her arms and legs stretched. She was blown away "by something she didn't understand well".
"Now, it's necessary to write a violent fight until such death. But today I'm a little drunk. I'll take my time and write this part later."
"Forgive me now. I promise, I'll certainly write a brave fight that you'll like."
Suddenly Featherine cracks her fingers.
Lambdadelta didn't understand it at all. In a blink of an eye she was nailed to a bookshelf.
