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Id ActionId NextActionId Type IsBlock IsEnd BeginAnim EndAnim BeginDelay EndDelay Params[1] Params[2] Params[3] Params[4] Params[5] Params[6] Params[7] Params[8] Params[9] Params[10] Params[11] Params[12] Params[13] Params[14] Params[15] Params[16] Params[17] Params[18] Params[19] Params[20] Params[21] Params[22] Params[23] Params[24] Params[25]
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1 1 101 AniZhuanchangEnd Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgStory/Bgstory105.png
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2 2 301 DialogEnable The heavy snowfall in the forest outside of New Murmansk is finally coming to an end, leaving a thick layer of snow delicately balancing on the leaves.
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3 3 301 Reindeer (Bleats)
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4 4 301 RImgBg1Shake A fawnling comes tumbling out of the forest and falls beside a tree.
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5 5 301 Impacting the tree, the sheets of snow on top fall like an avalanche. The calf's bleeding wound is like a scar on the powdery white snow.
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6 6 201 1 500200
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7 7 401 1 209
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8 8 401 2 1514
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9 9 301 1 An old man with a shotgun on his back walks out of the bushes. Patting the snow off his clothes, he kneels to observe the fallen reindeer.
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10 10 301 ??? Rosetta! 1
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11 11 401 2 1514
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12 12 201 2 500210 400
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13 13 203 1 0.5 -400
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14 14 301 1 The bushes rustle, and a little girl hobbles out. She must be the Rosetta that the old man is calling. 2
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15 15 301 Rosetta Grandpa Pfaff? 2
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16 16 301 Pfaff I'll leave this fella to you. You need to learn to survive in the forest. 1
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17 17 202 1 2
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18 18 201 1 500210
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19 19 301 1 The reindeer is still struggling on the verge of death. Blood gushes from its shotgun wound as it breathes rapidly. 1
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20 20 301 Reindeer (Panting)
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21 21 301 1 Rosetta wields her knife and approaches the reindeer. The teary and hopeless look in its eyes causes her to wince. 1
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22 22 301 But she knows that her grandfather would never allow her to show any sign of weakness. She tries to restrain the trembling tip of her knife, and aims it at the reindeer's throat. 1
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23 23 301 Right before Rosetta finally makes up her mind to stab the deer, Pfaff lets out a quiet sigh. 1
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24 24 201 1 500200 -400
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25 25 201 2 500210 400
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26 26 301 1 Pfaff Rosetta... What about the prayer? 1
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27 27 301 Rosetta Sorry, Grandpa. I forgot... 2
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28 28 301 Rosetta hurriedly rests her knife on the floor and closes her eyes to pray. 1 2
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29 29 301 Pfaff Remember, Rosetta... You must always remember to pay respects to nature and life. 1
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30 30 301 Pfaff The greatest calamities come from humanity's arrogance. Do you get it? 1
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31 31 301 When Rosetta opened her eyes, the calf has already gone still. The fearful eyes are also closed. 1 2
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32 32 301 She breathes a sigh of relief, and begins to skillfully skin the reindeer of its still steaming flesh and bones. 1 2
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33 33 301 Rosetta Oh yeah, Grandpa. The Fishing Guild was looking for you. I think they're... 2
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34 34 301 Pfaff I told you a thousand times! Don't speak to outsiders! Don't even go near them! You know that they... 1
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35 35 301 Pfaff's sudden outburst causes Rosetta to recoil. 1 2
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36 36 301 Rosetta He didn't see me... I just... saw him looking around in front of the house. I thought he was a thief at first... 2
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37 37 301 Pfaff takes in a deep breath to cool down. 1
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38 38 301 Pfaff Even if he's a thief, they aren't someone a kid like you should be messing around with. You got it? 1
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39 39 301 Rosetta quietly nods, afraid to say anything else. 2
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40 40 301 Pfaff The guild members must be here on an investigation... I'll go to the port tomorrow. Just stay at home and don't go out. 1
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41 41 301 Rosetta Alright... Got it, Grandpa. 2
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42 42 301 Pfaff I'll stop by the market on the way back... 1
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43 43 301 Seeing Rosetta's puzzled look, Pfaff's expression softens. 1 2
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44 44 301 Pfaff I'll bring you a carving knife. I know you've always wanted one. 1
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45 45 204 2 6
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46 46 301 Rosetta R-really? 2
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47 47 202 1 2
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48 48 301 When Rosetta was a child, Pfaff would make wood carvings to either sell them at the market or for Rosetta to play with as toys. 1
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49 49 301 The little girl gradually took an interest to wood carving. Pfaff had known for some time; he just kept silent. 1 2
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50 50 201 1 500200
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51 51 301 1 Pfaff It's almost nighttime. Let's pack up and hurry on back. Winter will come early this year—and so will the tide. 1
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52 52 301 1 AniZhuanchangBegin 1 Pfaff squints. In the far distance, he could make out the raucous noises of the bionics. 1
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