Otto is bad (Evil Otto)

Have you ever played Berserk? I probably had a lot of holes to play with. If you see what I am, if you feel the pain I feel, you won't play either. It was 1981, I believe it was a Saturday morning and the sun was about to rise. My wanking friend and I were sitting outside the arcade. We always get up early on Fridays and open the theatre.
After receiving the chair. We waited for a long time, Haq is 19. He is only a few months older than me. I saw you flying and asked what time it was. He took a black watch from his pocket. I haven't seen it before, maybe you woke up. He was always a law breaker. I looked at my watch and it said 6:30 in the morning, breathing has worked.
"Why early?" I started
"I've told you," he said. "I'm always berserk."
You're always playing that game. He gasped a little when he saw a machine gun through the window. We waited another hour. As the hours passed, it started to increase. They have more common sense than us. We usually wait two to three hours for a place to open.
At eight o'clock a man with a short beard came out of the corridor and opened the door. Salam and I ran to the entrance of the arena with a small group. Jeff was the first to reach the cash register. He handed the man behind the counter $5.
Give my friend a coin. He took the quarter and put it in his back pocket. He broke into the machine and broke the board in the hall. Press the launch button and shout "Attack!" A robot greets him.
A big smile on a happy person’s face. Enter each level and destroy every robot away from Evil or Ottoman. I call it the smile of death. Evil, infinite, evil. After receiving my $10 bill, I sat down and watched Berzerk perform. I watch it all the time because he plays it all the time and he makes me laugh by playing it.
He wiped his face from the screen. "come!"
His voice got harder every time he said it. The atmosphere of the crowd in the stadium was so loud that you couldn't hear them. He presented the last robot on the screen and ran towards the alien. The screen flashes. My daughter got good grades.
He fell to the ground. At first I thought he was joking and laughing. His body lay on the floor.
"Are you alright?" I ask you.
"It is finished!" I scream! Everyone in the hall looks at the charred body on the floor. I fell to my knees and placed my hands on his chest.
"Call the police," I shouted.
As soon as I said this, I realized that something bad had happened. The screen of that horrible game flashed again and I found myself laughing.
"It's you," I whispered.
I always thought gambling was dangerous, but I don't like it. I started crying. I could not move my body.
“Oh my god!” I whispered. I put my head on his chest.
"Where's the ambulance?" I screamed. I lay on his chest for about 10 minutes.
I heard sirens outside. The two men quickly grabbed Jeff. They were rescuers. Paramedics tried to revive him. "Light!" I said looking at him shaking my head. A second paramedic ran to the ambulance and grabbed a body bag. I leaned against the wall next to the slot machine and started crying. He took it and put it in his pocket. You closed your bag.
The men carry the bag with Jeff's body into the ambulance. The two put the body in the car and went back to the bar. As I was about to leave, I saw an ambulance pulling out of the parking lot. Jeff died of a heart attack. I looked back in disgust. The smile of death remained.
I pointed to the car and said it was you. A wave of anger erupted at the scene. The flash came on and the screen went down. I took my hand out of the torn shirt and looked at him. I have 1 bottle in my lap. My hands were covered in blood. "Dude, are you crazy?" cried the king. "I'm angry," he replied. I opened the door and went out the back.
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