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Run on Shadow's Edge

Forensic Jorge Velez is on the heels of a series of murders but the events unfolding may have already happened. His team found intertwined events, unusual evidences, strange disappearances, time lapses, and feeling of 'deja vu'. In order for them to truly find out what is happening they literally need to run towards the shadow's edge and fell 150 meters below. -------- Did he just walk inside a top secret military program? Where is Dr. Molina? What is his purpose in inviting him? The electric noise was literally raising all the hair on his arms. There were sudden huge sparks that could literally fry and it randomly  hit the floor and the tall ceiling above. What is this place? There is something massive going on and he needed to understand what this is all about. "Impressed?" A man behind him asked. It was Dr. Molina. He removed his goggles and grabbed Jorge's arms. "I could see you are in a confused state. Come inside the briefing room." Confused is an underestimation. Jorge was literally in a state of shock. Inside the briefing room, Jorge's hand was trembling as he drank a glass of water together with his medication. He needed something to calm himself down. The voices he heard in his radio, the message from Colonel Riva, and this massive thing in front of him is just too much to process in the blink of an eye. He needed to slow down. "What's going on?" Jorge's asked as Dr. Molina pore over the result of many of his experiments. "What you see is what you get Jorge. It's the real deal. A time machine." Jorge felt his breathing stopped. He heard it loud and clear. A T-I-M-E machine.

ags2020b · ไซไฟ
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Les Feux D'Artifice(Fireworks)

During the climax of the celebration, Henry De La Vega again appeared and surprised his audience with a musical act. First, there was darkness on the stage. Next, they heard the blade of a helicopter whirling in the air. Then suddenly the sweet delicate sound of xylophone and the loud jittery sound of cymbals and trombone filled the air. People were familiar with that music as the Pink and Purple Place paid homage to the musical Miss Saigon. Red and orange light hit the stage and exposed a desolate bar filled with drinking military men and scantily clad bar girls singing and dancing their stuff around.

It was a neat way to pick up the energy of the crowd as Henry De La Vega sang his line as 'the engineer' while he taunted the girls to sell their bodies for a price. Who can blame Henry for welcoming everyone in his 'dreamland'? Pink and Purple Place is a dream paradise and few can deny those facts.