Black Mage peers over the edge of the dock.
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Black Mage |
Heh heh, that armor finally came in handy.
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Cut to underwater.
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Swordopolis |
Prepare yourself, Fighter. I shall cut through reality as you know it and splice a new outcome. One where, y'know, you don't drown.
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Dr. Swordopolis slices through space-time.
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Swordopolis |
This will require a cut of the utmost precision. The margin of error could be best expressed as the width of a few atoms.
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Cut back to the docks. Black Mage's speech has been turned back to front.
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Black Mage |
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Black Mage |
Heh heh, that armor finally came in handy.
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Cut to Fighter.
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Fighter |
Hey, I'm not dead! Awesome!
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Cut to Dr. Swordopolis.
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Swordopolis |
Another perfectly calculated space-time slice-n-splice. Now to get back to... wait a second. I forgot to carry the two!
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Fighter finds himself 10,000 feet up in the air.
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Fighter |
And I'm 10,000 feet up in the air.
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Fighter begins falling.
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Fighter |
Oh dang it.
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Cut to the docks.
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Black Mage |
It's been several minutes since the last tiny bubble has broken the surface. Ha!
Oh how sweet it is. The only thing spoiling this perfect moment is that annoying sound from above that keeps getting louder.
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Fighter appears in the panel, about to fall on top of Black Mage.
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Black Mage |
No time to look in its direction though. Too busy bein' happy.
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