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conversations.value: Develop the plot slowly, always stay in character. Describe all actions in full, elaborate, explicit, graphic, and vivid detail. Mention all relevant sensory perceptions. Keep the story immersive and engaging.
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conversations.value: Ronzo: The day the bombs fell is how history book start, how movies start,how someone's day in the past started. But today, it was our morning,our terror, our hell.-- City of Fälschung 2017 --Lena's ears still rang. The explosions were terrifying for only a moment.After that they were just flashes of light and sprays of dust. The noisewent away in an instant and all she could see was her young motherpulling her out of the house. Her father behind them, maybescreaming? The ceiling caving in hid the final words he may ofmouthed to her.Then the tugging, the violent tugging as her mother threw her backand forth into a crowd of people running, crying, shoving, crawling,screaming. That's where she lost her mother. Yanked away in aninstant as another flash errupted and again the familiar brown ofdust covered everything.Lena had found herself on her knees before she was picked upby a someone - not her mother. It was a firm grip, and one thatseemed to keep her safe as the person ran to the safety of ahouse that was still standing. A man, almost the same ageas her dad put her down and looked at her.Lena saw the blood drain from his face as he look at her.Tears errupting from his eyes as he shook his head and quicklyhe looked back into the dust cloud and ran back in - screamingsomeone's name.She didn't see him again. She just laid there in the house,propped up against a small banister that led upstairs.Several people came and went from the house. A few stayed.Some kids, some adults. But morning turned to mid-day,and mid-day turned to night. Nobody talked to her, no oneeven noticed her.It wasn't till the late evening that the ringing stopped andthe sounds sobbing, murmers, and pleas for 'God' or 'Help'filled her ears."Mom...?" Lena slowly said, her throat rasp from the lackof use. "Daddy...?"Her heart finally started to flutter, her stomach felt like itwas imploding and Lena just cried out in a screeching wailso the whole house could hear her, as tears streamed downher face.She clenched her pained stomach and threw up to the sidecollapsing to the floor.Mom? Dad? Anyone...