57. Blank space is an art
Mr. Chihara's second episode of FZ in Fuyuki City today was calm and nothing happened.
Fingers follow the CV table from top to bottom, and I haven't seen any of the female names I have known recently, which is a great thing, and he has been harassed recently and is rarely relieved.
As a two-dimensional homo world,The popularity of fate is not a joke.,At least before a kryptonite mobile game came out,The response to it from the middle-aged and elderly two-dimensional has been good.,Exclude the 06 version of the animation magic to change the protagonist's character,Most of the comments on the Internet at other times are positive.,Including my king Saber should also be the dream lover of many old two-dimensional back then.。
The teenager doesn't have many scenes in this episode, and in addition, he has to face the malice of the bad taste writer. This time, the character I got was a high-level sacrifice that summoned caster.,In 90% of FZ fanfiction, you will kill the sacrifice once.。
It's really tragic!
The storyboard on the screen in the recording studio is still a draft, a strange-looking strange man, with a strange painting style, and a pair of stickman's eyes protruding like dead fish.
He said to the boy with a soft expression and a soft voice that was not commensurate with his countenance:
"Can you stand up?"
The boy who was tied up seemed to be a little incredulous that the person in front of him, who had a strange feeling from head to toe, could actually be the angel who saved him.
The man smiled and nodded, reaching out to the boy curled up on the ground, gently untying the rope and gagged around him.
When he is silent, he has an extremely terrifying countenance, but when he laughs, he is full of innocent and pure expressions, like a saint who will shine from behind with a flashlight.
The man lifted the half-hunched boy to his feet and stroked his back as if encouraging.
"All right, boy, get out of the house through the door over there. Keep moving forward, don't look around, and walk out with your own feet. ”
"Understood?"
"Hmm!"
The boy nodded, slowly opened the door, and finally glanced back, as if afraid of the dream he had imagined before he died.
The strange man was still smiling at him, and although his eyes were strange, his smile was really warm.
Seeing that the artwork materials were about to flee and wanted to stop Ryunosuke, as soon as he opened his mouth, he was quickly stopped by the man.
"Hey! Wait a minute......"
"Shhhh
The saved teenager opened the door and walked through the hallway. In front of him was the door of the entrance, and his eyes that were full of fear just now finally gave off the light of peace of mind and hope again.
However, it was the next moment that brought the plot to a climax.
Above the stairs, the depths of darkness that were invisible from the living room, blocked by the stairs, suddenly struck the boy below like an avalanche.
Many tentacles that cannot be described in words wrapped around the boy's whole body from behind, and if it weren't for FateZero in the script, there was a good chance that this image would be crooked into the late night scene after 12 p.m.
Then, a heart-rending scream rang from the attic.
"Ahh
Although it is impossible to see anything on a blank piece of paper scribbled with a pencil and blackened with a pencil, the imagination triggered by hearing this mournful cry is even more stimulating, and sure enough, imagination is the best painter.
The strange man closed his eyes and tilted his head, listening to the nightmarish sound as if he were very intoxicated, and the hand he placed on his chest kept shaking, as if he were very excited.
"It's like!"
Shimada Nobunaga in the rest room slapped his thighs excitedly and smiled like a donkey with a successful plot.
"Quack! Don't look at this! "The boy who had just finished dubbing screamed like a groundhog.
"Hey, just watch it!"
"Are you so happy about your friend's completion?"
Qianyuan Sea Emperor, angry.
Even if there is only a hasty stickman image on the screen now, his rich imagination has allowed him to foresee the barrage flying all over the screen in advance.
His best friend is still sneering here, and he can only cry, regretting that he did not recognize the essence of someone's wolf heart and dog's lungs, and he also hates that the world has never been gentle with him.
Why did you die so early?
The boy who had just finished the show patted his face, which was slightly stiff and tired from being blown by the air conditioner, walked out of the studio after his scene was over, sat back in his seat and drank water.
It's a pity that Mr. Nobunaga doesn't intend to restrain himself, and even intensifies the original novels and illustrations he brought in front of him.
The young man's fingers meaninglessly rubbed the cap of the plastic bottle, and sighed a little: "How much is this all-black illustration?" Is it too late for me to switch to becoming an illustrator? ”
"Hey, young people, you don't understand, blank space is an important artistic technique." Shimada Nobunaga waved his hand and said, "It's like the harem fan broadcast to home plate, there will always be other scenes, such as the full moon in the sky, such as the shaking curtains, and the delicate panting of the female character......"
Speaking of this, he was stunned for a moment, and consciously took out a tissue to wipe the corners of his mouth.
"The screams of the all-black scene just now are the same, very distinctive, and should leave a good impression on the audience and supervisors, I believe that after this episode is broadcast, your Twitter account, which only a few people follow except me and Matsuda, will immediately increase and increase by a hundredfold, and then what else can stop you from becoming famous in one fell swoop?"
"Absolutely not!" Nobunaga's tone was firm.
It's a pity that the number of fans of Mr. Chihara's holster account is far more than one digit after the number of ontology fans has skyrocketed by 10,000 times, but I don't dare to use it now, and I don't dare to take it out and show it to the otaku in front of me.
To tell the truth, since the accident, every time he opens the message under that account, he can't help but miss the anti-pressure bar, any word and deed that happens in real life can be discussed amicably in the anti-pressure bar for hundreds of floors, and it is that kind of friendly atmosphere that makes people feel extra warm.
Anyway, everyone's characters have to die once, or use their own trumpets to bring a rhythm in advance, and the title has been thought of, "The dubbing of this gymnastics assassin is so embarrassing that it flies, I really don't know what it means, is this the gold content of a three-year trainee who debuted?" I don't understand. ”
It's a pity that this benevolent brother is next to him, and he seems to be a little sorry for his IQ when he plays in front of him, so the first emperor can only silently close Twitter and open the ship.
"Speaking of which, why is this caster called Bluebeard, if he wants to be called Whitebeard, it will come out with the sentence "Be my son", won't the despicable person survive......" Chihara thought for a moment and continued, "If you're lucky, you might be able to survive from the second episode to the last episode, and your salary will be full." ”
Nobunaga shook his head: "If it's really called Whitebeard, Mr. Xuan Xuyuan will have to receive a lawyer's letter." ”
"That's fine, Blackbeard, Edward, a famous pirate in history. No, the red-bearded Barbarossa is also famous, why do you have to choose the protagonist of Grimm's horror story? He muttered discontentedly.
“……”
To tell the truth, a senior moon chef actually doesn't know who the ontology of these names is, after all, they don't appear in existing works now, but if you ask a question, it seems to expose the level of knowledge and make people laugh.
"It's all finished, what are you still delusional?" Shimada Nobunaga patted him on the shoulder, and he signaled that he was about to become a heroic spirit as he wished, although the scene in the script was quite funny, but it was enough to make him proud of the millions of moonmen.
At least it's much better than the passerby character who gets a boxed lunch after less than five minutes of appearance.
Looking at the proud and complacent Nobunaga, Mr. Chihara could only be incompetent and furious.
Damn it! Damn!
Just the number of episodes, the salary has been completely widened, and if you look at the salary base, compared with 8,000 yen and 15,000 episodes, the difference is even more outrageous.
Watching the fox friend and dog friend behind the glass with all his strength and essence to deduce a gymnast who fits as if he was his own reflection, Chihara shook his hair disdainfully.
Wait, with someone's character and cooking power, wait until this kind of club with no conscience and no bottom line develops a krypton gold game, and it is estimated that all the money you take here will have to be spit out, and maybe it will be upside down when the time comes.
Only Mr. Chihara, who was incorruptible and thrifty, survived.
After posing on the stool for a long time, he never waited for someone's recording to end, and wanted to see what was going on through the glass, it turned out that Nobunaga was asked to try in a different tone by the overseer back and forth, which caused his expression to be quite bitter now, as if he was experiencing great suffering and torture.
Deserve!
It's just that the young man waiting outside is tired of raising his hands, and this FZ original book brought by Nobunaga has more than 300 pages in one volume, which is really unbearable. So he chose to put his phone between the books, stand upright and pretend to read while playing with his phone, and by the way, he used his peripheral vision to observe his surroundings.
Now that I've received the lunch, someone has also gone in to record, and I don't know anyone around me, so it doesn't seem suitable for me to go up and chat.
The snacks given by the program team were also snatched up by the female voice actors, leaving only bottles of cheap mineral water in the box for people to drink.
It's boring.
I want to go out for a walk.