Thread:Platypusrocks/@comment-36740261-20190331214418/@comment-32657625-20190906225239

Yeah, it took me about an hour to do the first page, but I have a lot of time where I'm sitting in the car with just my tablet :')

It's fun, though. :D

Also, I decided to put the first chapter of UTP through Google Translate a bunch of times...

Things got interesting. XD

Released. Released. Released. Red wakes up to drain the water slowly. He stretched out his four gray feet and listened as he jumped and squatted as he did. The ground felt beneath its heavy and cold fur, with uneven slopes and favorable ridges. He forced his open red eyes to open, but when he did, he saw negative things; His eyes bleed from sleep. Red realized a few times that her vision had disappeared. However, after he tried to look around, he just saw the darkness. The continuous flow of water continued and he interrupted. "Come here, I know you're here!" She screamed in the black layer nobody could use for understanding. Nothing answered red brightly. He stood up just to hear sound on the rug. He nodded and felt that he was getting the little thing. He brought it to his teeth, he had a graded taste. What is in the world? Red took a careful step in the direction of water-dripping sound. When he met something, he took another step. And others. He continued until he entered a small pond. The next fall of water came ashore on a red recipe. Another step, Red discovered that the pond was larger than expected, the four legs have now been moved. She stepped forward again. The stone floor has disappeared. There was still red, beat up. He couldn't stay in the pool of water forever, but he would stay if it meant he would stay safe. The sound of the story went on, but he didn't amplify it. Red breath could panic to hear the sound. I am safe. I am safe. I'm safe as long as I don't go. I am safe. I am safe ... Red hit three things in the back that he had scattered. "Hears!" She mocked, but not everyone, or anyone, answered it. The ground beneath the Rode started to shake more intensely and, before anything could be done about it, cleared the road. He wore himself, longer than he could feel comfortable, and fell into a cold wet.