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“How does it feel? the cold blade to your warm jugular?” with grin Ritr asked Ndra as held his sword to the battered King’s throat. “I can feel your blood flow slowing down, with each pulse,” “you or your ..” tried to speak the Great Ndra gathering energy from his body. As he spoke he …
The statement you had to hear was “You make your clothes so dirty”… what were we supposed to do, stop the rain, barricade the wind, what were we, Supermen from Krypton.
The writing of sci-fi movies in Hollywood must be going something like this, so it is, there is a big problem, a grand science/tech solution is envisaged, it causes grander (unintended! unforeseen) complications resulting in lots of VFX done disasters, which is followed by a neat trick to stop it, close shave in the climax, …
