The Begin

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I step onto the stage. A hush falls over the crowd, and hundreds of thousands of faces peer eagerly out of the darkness. They are awaiting my fabled humour, the likes of which humanity has waited aeons to witness. I take a deep breath and approach the microphone. The stadium gives an ear-shattering rustle as everyone leans forward expectantly. Eyeing the crowd, I slowly lean into the mic and utter:

"nam jef"

The crowd erupts. Howls of laughter reverberate throughout the stadium, shaking the foundations of the bleachers. People fall to the ground, kicking their chairs away and clutching their stomachs in hysterics. This only lasts for a few moments, though; most of the audience was still processing the joke at this point. As the full humour of the statement dawns on them, the joke's true impact is realised. Hundreds of thousands of people collapse helplessly around the stadium, screaming with laughter as their faces turn purple. Several thousand people are unable to find a break in laughing to breathe, and lapse into comas from lack of oxygen.

This, unfortunately, was not enough to save them.

The laughter is only growing. Never again will a joke of this calibre be made, so the audience is trying to use up a lifetime of laughter in this single night. The stadium finally falters beneath the swathes of cackling people, and its supporting beams crumble. Stone and metal crashes down around me, and the different levels of seats avalanche down to the bottom rows, crushing everyone.

The dust settles, and the final echoes of laughter die out. As I stand alone on the stage, surrounded by rubble and mountains of corpses, I solemnly recall why I vowed never to entertain again

Después de la clase, fue enviado a su habnsando)

Ahora, veamLucas toun mal día

Debe centrarse en el amor (lindo)

¡La guerra es la solución! (Medieval)

¡No, poderes mágicos! (Gótico)

¿Cómo hiciste eso? (Lindo, susurrando)

No me preguntes, no resp

Disfruta tu mente, Lucas (Líder).

OK, gracias por el tutoial (L