King of the Last Drama

Just as many evil organizations have failed in their creation, blowing up the Earth has not been easy.

The first one to scream at the warrior of justice was also a calligrapher.

"Kill me! You'd rather kill me!"

· · · Well, the appearance of lying on the boat was a little less majestic for a warrior.

"This isn't it, is it? You went too far! Are you out of your mind? How many viewers would think it was an opening!"

To be honest with you, it's like hanging my mother's branch.

I couldn't help but open my mouth in as serious a tone as possible.

"As you may know, most of the remaining scenarios are within the ship and on alien planets. Earth doesn't need it."

"So, you're just gonna blow it up because you don't need it?"

In my words, the calligrapher became more cheerful.

"What a perfect logic! It's so perfect that even the Devil of Hell will fall down and ask this PD to learn!"

"It's not just that. There are obvious advantages to Earth's extinction."

I handed over the manuscript.

I feel like a real villain in the world because I'm lucky enough to extinguish the planet.

"As you know, the scenario will change a lot in the future."

"· · I know. It's going to be a struggle with the rest of the EDF."

Seo-yerin said in a voice.

"We already have a deployment planned for EDF headquarters where most people are killed."

"That's it."

I clapped.

"If you're going to die anyway, don't you think it's better to die in a bigger size?"

"· · · · · ·."

My perfect logic changed the face of the calligrapher.

[Hey, that's a great look, Hyun-seok.]

Kim Chul Sunbae admired it.

[Wouldn't it look like that if you found a cockroach with a half-baked egg?]

'· · · · · ·.'

I coughed.

"The biggest advantage is that the Earth is extinct and the remaining forces of the EDF are out of a passive position."

Seo-yerin narrows her eyes.

"Passive?"

"Exactly."

I nod vigorously.

"So far, Jong-joong has fought because he wants to be obsessed with and redeemed. It's a very passive and frustrating character."

"Well, it's not wrong to think about what you're doing. if you think about it."

"But now he has to fight to get back what he has. like his younger brother and his colleagues, enemies he still doesn't trust."

The calligrapher became a little serious.

"In future scenarios, EDF will become increasingly fragmented. because the different goals and the past and the people with the same focus have come together. You're going to argue with the aliens about how to confront them."

"Yes, it's actually more like a military theatre. I didn't think Gia would use it."

"And here, when the Earth flies, there's one more major issue."

"· · · · · ·."

Seo-yerin blinks.

"· · · Is it right to fight in the first place?"

"Yes."

I nod again.

"Survival comes first. The mother is doomed, and the opponent is a monster that can blow away any survivors left."

"We also have the technological skills to find terraforming or other resettable planets. It may be most likely to borrow the power of an alien, but..."

"And all that aliens want is one heroine. Is it not right to hand over and compromise for the survival of the species?"

Seo-yerin closed his eyes.

"Conflict can be quite fun."

"Yes, in a clash of people with different purposes and ideas, you will have to make choices."

"· · · · · ·."

"I think it's a pretty attractive card to quit here."

A moment ago, I remembered a keeper who noticed with a crooked attitude.

The story that follows was still bright because of the unique atmosphere, but there was a shiny corner that reminded me of "The Great King of Paris."

In other words, isolation was the most effective means of reconstruction.

I was convinced that blowing up the Earth would help with the dramatic completion of the seemingly ridiculous number.

And a 90-degree curtain.

Seo-yerin closed his eyes.

I think for a while.

Then I ponder again and consider frowning again.

"· · · · · · Hoo."

After a long time, Seo-yerin sighed.

It was a declaration of surrender in fact.

"Strangely enough, when you listen to this PD, it sounds like nonsense."

I shrugged.

"I always sound fine, Writer Stan."

"· · · You'd be foolish."

#

When the opinions of Keeper and Seo-yerin were united, it was customary for them to move on.

However, this time, there was a slight noise.

"Brother, the Director of Korean Art will be resting for a few days."

"Hmm?"

I pondered for a moment.

Are you protesting now?

Minjae shakes his head.

"No, let's drink overnight and say we can't eat. He's got a hangover."

"· · · Yes."

It was a pity.

I ordered two boxes of Energy Drinks to be sent along with a message to get some rest, wishing for quick pleasures.

Somehow, I went straight to work the next day with my eyes wide open.

Well, it was obvious that there was a rather skeptical flow of air among the staff, even if the Hanyesle director's case was ignored.

"Hey, you PD. Because of the performance you've built up so far, it ends with this aesthetic attitude."

When I ask the director to stop filming, he shakes his head.

"You went too far. If you were another dizzy fellow, you'd be out of your mind like a fire."

"I'm not flying without thinking."

"Everyone thinks there's going to be relief."

Director Joe sighs.

"But from the last spaceship to this Earth problem, you pushed yourself into solitary confinement? We can't do anything, can we?"

Mmm.

I reflected a little because of the word you said.

"Well, the staff would be better off paying attention to the actors, though. We don't have a topic to work on, but if the actor breaks into the play, it'll be a mess."

I decided to take my advice with appreciation.

"Well done, Lee Hyun-seok PD!"

An actor bowed his head from a distance.

Kim Young-chan from Seung-bin Station, the younger brother.

I still have a beard and wrinkles to make sure I haven't cleared all the makeup yet.

Well, this is the guy. He'll be fine.

"Mr. Young-chan, you've done well. You're doing really well these days."

"No, that's an exaggeration! It's an honor to see you!"

Keep your head down again at 90 degrees.

Understanding is a bit of a burdensome attitude.

Kim Young-chan, the younger brother, was the actor who most recently benefited from the scenario change.

Even so, it would have been difficult to transform from a douchebag to a heavy-handed collaborator if you didn't have the ability to clean up.

I was originally thinking that Lee Gwang-jin Station wouldn't be right for him if he wasn't a little older.

"Well, you know, Kim Young-chan should actually act as a man on behalf of Choi Do Jin in the future. It may be difficult, but please work hard."

"I'll shut you down."

Kim Young-chan said with a firm expression.

Well, I'm glad I like the role of the Earth Defense Forces that I lost.

The original scenario would have been a zombie.

He excused the ceremony and stepped together and asked actors for their opinions.

Fortunately, the reaction was not surprisingly bad.

"Isn't that okay? It's more than enough success right now. Who's to say I'm going to make it look good?"

"Well, I believe this PD will take care of everything, haha! So far, you've been good at magic."

In particular, Seol Yong, a fan of the parent SF series, was buzzing and delighted.

"I love it! When are you gonna get this old and wear a captain's hat? Oh, of course I will."

Look at the look on Maintenance's face and add.

I turned my head.

"What about you, Snow?"

"If you don't mind, I'd love to."

Lee Lee Lee was as pale as always.

If you're in a position to lead the pole, you might have something to think about, but there's no way to comment on it.

And Han-yumi.

"Uh, so, the Earth just explodes?"

Well, I tilted my head and gave a horrible answer in many ways.

Oh, my God.

This is our drama heroine.

[· · · I blame you for looking at the cancer.]

"No way."

As I continued the conversation, I stood in front of the crosswalk.

But someone in the back pulled my toes.

Looking back, it's snowing.

I'm biting my lips small to see what I'm complaining about.

"The line, Director."

"What?"

"The line."

Looking down along the pointing finger, I saw the bottom of my foot across the yellow safety line that I often draw in front of the crosswalk.

You care about something weird.

When I ignored it, my clothes were torn and I started to die.

As I retreat without a star, I quickly stand on it and take a small deep breath.

· · · Did you just want to stand there?

I don't know what it is, but I decided to let it go because I looked satisfied.

#

[It blows cold.]

"Yes."

Me and Senior Kim Chul stare at the earth that is being crushed inside the screen with a deep expression of cold.

A week with people hanging around.

It was a rewarding scene.

I seemed to know a little why they were dreaming of the end of the earth.

[CG team] He made this and it's called a sex drive. They sold the planet to protect the Battleship.]

"Didn't you have a more intuitive nickname?"

The reason for continuing to sound good is usually because I can't stand the tension.

Are you sleepy?

Within a week, a message came to mind.

"Living like a theatre" 30 paintings have ended. The results are aggregated. · · · · · ·

Me and Senior Kim Chul swallowed their saliva and focused their gaze.