Zumzuklar

While our time was running out, we entered the last tunnel, the YouTube tunnel, without resting. Earth, sky display; from the surrounding walls to the places we step on, images rotate without a millimeter of space.

We are surrounded by YouTube Turkey content; I say not to look; I want to turn my head, but it is impossible. It took about a hundred paces, my brain turning to pudding until I got past the pavilion-panel screens.

"What is this? My head is like a cauldron!"

Sukrucuk collapsed where he was. Our tank, which many brave men could not kneel, was in a state of exhaustion.

"Brother, get up!"

"How do I get up? Wait two minutes, let me clear my head!"

The man is also correct. Perhaps when he was exposed to more content than he had been exposed to in his lifetime, the system tried to shut itself down.

"Watch out, someone is approaching!"

While Toraman was waiting on the watch, he came to us shouting, some shadows were moving where he was pointing with his finger.