King of the Last Drama

Argh!

"Damn it! Back off, brother!

The bloody shallows on his shoulders retreated and his brother's riding bin ran and fired a plasma gun.

Some drones have been destroyed, but they are still full of numbers.

"Damn it. Hold on tight!

Ah · · · · ·.

The younger brother runs with his brother on his back.

The whole body quickly becomes bloody with the movement to protect the back as much as possible. I try to pull out my gun, too, but it's not worth it.

My brother was sarcastic.

"Ha! After all, it would be better to betray the captain. So you wanted him to take over as commander, right?

"Shut up and run."

Yes.

He does not speak any more, but hugs his neck.

Well, isn't that convenient? I'm an enemy now. Shoot any alien or human being you see.

I'm stubborn.

That's · · · ·.

Wow, no wonder the opponent is trying to blow his head off, but are you going to say you shouldn't blow this side?

I don't answer.

And within a week, my brother laughs.

Well, do what you want. I tell you, I owe you one.

· · · · · ·.

Ara shakes his head while watching a desperate fight on TV.

"· · · Isn't this another character?"

"See you yesterday?"

Nsol gives a tartar to Ara's words. Then he glanced at the younger brother in the screen.

"What a marching bean!"

"No, this is because South Joo has been replaced by leaving Ganji."

The alien Lee Gwang-jin, who was originally on the Thumb, intends to help but is busy stepping on the Hut Bridge.

However, the younger brother, who was initially wary of what the viewers were thinking, is still struggling to the very end, even as everyone turns around.

Araro liked the acclaim of "like a play" recently, but it didn't seem like it.

You killed her sister once in the first place.

"No matter how much, he's my younger brother. Are you ethically okay?"

"My husband is dead. In the recent South ju Popular Survey, younger siblings are over 60 percent. Lee Gwang-jin is 20."

"· · · What is the remaining 20 percent?"

"A favor?"

"Fuck."

When I heard about it, I saw it again, and suddenly my sister looked like a maid.

Ara nodded repeatedly to convince himself.

Yeah, I'd rather have a middle-aged beard than watch Yumi get involved with her.

"Attributes are not good either. I have a spoonful of regret in my gritty bad man attribute."

Eun Sol laughed.

"Like a play" is a big deal if you just take care of my brother and Thumb? "

#

"First you must kill your brother."

I emphasized.

Kim Chul Sunbae has a dumb face.

[No, Trot? Why kill him all of a sudden?]

"Trot can't just show up."

Trot was in many ways the most groundbreaking element in the early days of the theatre.

Alien – Mars and Venus were already not jokes, and that was the last way we could mobilize.

"But it's too simple. Jeongyeon becomes a trot singer at the end, and that's the end."

[That's right. If it really works, it doesn't mean much, does it?]

"So we have to pull. Trots must appear impactfully."

I explained the order.

Once the younger brother dies.

Begins to call Trot with grief.

Last but not least, the support that has been reduced there will let go.

The end.

In the meantime, I made it as simple and perfect as I could because it tasted too bitter.

[Puck] Perfect, you crazy bastard!]

As always, Kim Chul Sunbae uttered a greeting with a cheeky face.

[I'm impressed with singing in a musical, so I'm not being nice!]

"So isn't that the end of the line?"

[No, how do you convince the writers. Remember when you blew up the Earth and all that sweat?]

That's the problem. It's a card I haven't been able to get out so easily.

But I also had a trick to solve it.

"Of course, you just need to create a faction that will let you go."

[· · · What is that?]

"It's simple."

It was so simple that I wondered why I didn't think about it.

"Actually, Han-support was a good guy."

Kim Chul Sunbae leans his head.

What the fuck?]

#

Well, the persuasion of the two writers was similar.

"The world's biggest blown alien was actually a good guy?"

"Yes."

"Well, maybe so."

No, Seo-yerin was a little different.

It looks like you got something down.

[Poor me or him or his alternate previous life, so this son of a bitch.]

What is Kim Chul Sunbae up to?

"Even though there was a low-line character in Han-support."

Maintenance raises his head.

Han-support calls himself from Mars, but is in fact from Mars, Vulcan.

Vulcan is a hypothetical planet that astronomers would have expected to be inside than Mercury, but it does not exist. In "Like a Theatre," it is interpreted that the entire home was swallowed up by the sun.

In other words, Han-support is an alien who lost his home and survived alone on an alien planet, unlike the Lee Gwang-jin.

If you know, he was a poor guy, too.

[It's no different that he was a poor guy than he was a good guy.]

Kim Chul Sunbae laid the tune.

[The good one doesn't fly the Earth.]

"Let's add one setting."

I said.

"So far, Chongqiang has been fighting to take away the time machine that he expects to have."

By the way, I haven't set whether it's real or not.

"Let's change it a little bit. I thought Han-support had backed up the whole planet."

"Backup?"

The eyes of Seo-yerin are a little lively.

· · · In other words, it means you think it's bullshit and you're flattered.

"Han-support kills people like a joke. What could be wrong with the whole planet?"

"Uh, brother, that looks a little too great. There are some divine beings that can handle souls at will."

"No, it literally means backing up and downloading your mind. That's how she came to life."

Keeping his eyes open.

"Uh, wait a minute."

Seo-yerin raised his hand.

"So does that mean that as many new people as you can get out of that copy?"

"It would be good to set it up, but I think so."

Seo-yerin hesitated.

"· · · So is it true now?"

I shrugged.

"Isn't it a question for viewers to know what's real?"

Somehow, Seo-yerin remained silent in my thoughts. The same was true of maintenance.

· · · Surprisingly, I took it seriously and became cool.

If there are about ten of them, it would be awkward, in a simple thought.

"Han-support blew up the Earth just for a joke. You can restore it as much as you want. Wouldn't that be a contradiction?"

"· · · · · ·."

The two writers kept pondering something without saying anything.

It was a moment that was about to become awkward in the continuing silence.

A message came to mind.

It was completely unimaginable.

The first international contract for "Living Like a Theatre" has been signed.

From now on, international responsiveness will be converted into bonus numbers.

· · · Huh?

[· · · What?]

Me and Senior Kim Chul opened their mouths without anyone saying anything first.

What are you doing overseas?

#

Japanese TV station Yorubi.

The content business bureau was in the middle of a meeting.

"I will import Korean drama to fill that time zone."

"I can't help it."

Okabe Takashi, the producer, chattered.

"Do you have any decent items?"

"I haven't been screened yet, but the" Zec Moon "featuring actor Hong Ji Ho appeared as a property earlier. It's quite affordable."

"Hongjihora! You'll get the viewing rate."

Okabe raises his head.

"It's strange that I didn't know that there was a person like Hong Ji Ho. Isn't that a big topic?"

"The competition was too strong."

"Competition?"

Siraka and Rica producers handed over the files.

"Hmm, Live like a play This isn't Jong-young either."

"Yes."

"Can you briefly summarize the content?"

"That's a little unusual."

"Be as humble as you can."

"Got it."

Shirakawa's bear is locked in his mind.

"First of all, after the mistress marries, her husband is killed and unfairly executed, then she dreams of revenge."

"Hirumero. It's a good viewing experience."

Okabe nodded his head with an expression that was not algebraic.

"But that was an alien plot."

"· · · Yes?"

"Alien support implied the mistress, misled herself as a friend, and took revenge on her in-laws."

"· · · · · ·."

"But the heroine is stabbed by her younger brother and once dead, she regains her memory and becomes hostile to aliens."

Okabe raised his hand and let the horse stop for a while. Let's see.

Well, it could be.

Okabe nodded his head.

"Please continue."

"Yes. The heroine fights aliens with guns, grenades, and anti-tank rockets, but she doesn't do well."

"Wait a minute."

Okabe raises her hand again with a zinc look.

"What are you up against?"

"Guns, grenades, anti-tank rockets."

"· · · · · ·."

"He said he was very loyal to hypertension, and he commended the military Otakus."

Okabe decided to quit thinking.

"At the end of the battle, the heroine touches the Earth's defense forces and the line that seeks to expel the aliens, but the aliens who have discovered it threaten to bring their own spaceships."

"· · · What are you dragging?"

"It's a Starship. The Earth Defense Army, too, takes out the Starship and fights."

"And it's been a story until the wrong aliens blew up the planet and the protagonists became the refugees of the universe."

It was amazing.

Obviously I heard the explanation, but I didn't know what I was talking about.

Okabe has worked in the Content Business Bureau for a long time and has encountered all sorts of strange objects both nationally and internationally. But it was the first time I didn't recall saying "moor" to this extent.

"· · · Is that popular? Is it popular like Chargeman Ken?"

It's a cartoon that's been cultly popular with messy developments.

But Siraka and the producer shook their heads decisively.

"No. The three-part story, which has now surpassed 30 percent of the audience and continues since the 31st century, is highly regarded as a story based on a good insight into human nature."

"No, that doesn't really make sense, does it?"

Shirakawa, who is crazy about Okabe, only looks as serious as he always does.

Okabe covers his eyes with his hands.

"· · · You must be serious."

"Yes."

"· · · · · ·."

By this time, Okabe producers were like chimneys trying to see what the hell was going on.

But well, organizing doesn't just go to the executive producer.

He pressed on his personal greed and choked and tasted.

"So what's the difference between the" Zec Moon "and the unit price?"

Okabe, who heard the answer, nodded as if he didn't have to think.

"That's ridiculous."

"Is that so?"

"Absolutely. Let's bring in the poem" Theatre "right now."

041 Stacked up at the end of Tae San (2)