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English to Portuguese: Word Chain General field: Other Detailed field: Games / Video Games / Gaming / Casino
Source text - English Word Chain is a FREE game and we keep it free by showing ads. To enhance your ad experience, we show you advertisements. Can we use your data to show you personalized ads and send crash reports to improve our app?
SHOW PERSONALIZED ADS
NO SHOW NON PERSONALIZED ADS
SEE THE AWESOME PLAYERS
CONNECT WITH GOOGLE PLAY GAMES
To save your progress, achievements and see leaderboards.
GOOGLE PLAY LOGIN
OR LOGIN LATER
LOGGING IN…
OPTIONS
Would you like to log-out?
Yes
No
PRIVACY SETTINGS
CREDITS
ADS OPTIONS
USE PERSONALIZED ADS
SEND CRASH REPORTS
PRIVACY POLICY NOTICE
Developed by Section 05
Network Support by X
Translated by X,Y,Z…
Music by Y
TAP TO CONTINUE
YOU WILL PLAY AGAINST WORDY. IT IS AN AI
WORDY WILL GIVE YOU A WORD
WITH THE LAST LETTER OF THAT WORD, YOU GIVE IT A NEW WORD
Translation - Portuguese Word Chain é um jogo GRATUITO e nós o mantemos exibindo anúncios. Para melhorar sua experiência, personalizamos os anúncios. Podemos usar seus dados para personalizar os anúncios e enviar relatórios de erros para melhorar o app?
MOSTRAR ANÚNCIOS PERSONALIZADOS
NÃO MOSTRAR ANÚNCIOS NÃO PERSONALIZADOS
VER OS JOGADORES INCRÍVEIS
CONECTAR AO GOOGLE PLAY GAMES
Para salvar seu progresso, conquistas e ver os rankings.
LOGIN NO GOOGLE PLAY
OU FAZER LOGIN MAIS TARDE
FAZENDO LOGIN...
OPÇÕES
Gostaria de fazer logout?
Sim
Não
CONFIGURAÇÕES DE PRIVACIDADE
CRÉDITOS
OPÇÕES DE ANÚNCIOS
USAR ANÚNCIOS PERSONALIZADOS
ENVIAR RELATÓRIO DE ERROS
POLÍTICA DE PRIVACIDADE
Desenvolvido por Section 05
Suporte de rede por X
Traduzido por X,Y,Z...
Música por Y
TOQUE PARA CONTINUAR
VOCÊ VAI JOGAR CONTRA WORDY. ELE É UMA IA
WORDY VAI TE DAR UMA PALAVRA
COM A ÚLTIMA LETRA DA PALAVRA, VOCÊ RESPONDE UMA NOVA PALAVRA
English to Portuguese: Put on a Happy Face General field: Art/Literary Detailed field: Poetry & Literature
Source text - English “They locked me away after the accident,” Mr. Monroe continued. “The explosion had ruined and then reconstructed me, in a bizarre and unanticipated way. I was suddenly a dark mystery that had never been encountered before. I was something that continued, absent of breath or pulse. It scared them, to be sure. And a dissection was forthcoming. I am positive of it. So I had to escape, while I was able. ”
“Mister, I am sorry,” Paul said slowly, trying to hide his growing dread. “I am just not following you.”
“I died, Mr. Jackson. The accident had killed me. But I continued to dwell in the rot. Do you understand, now? Maybe I should just show you.”
Mr. Monroe stood and walked slowly into the light. His body, clad in dirty jeans and a flannel shirt, came first. The skin on his hands that showed was grey and sickly-looking. But that could have been a trick of the weak lighting. The fingernails on the hands were dark, like deep bruises. It looked like a hammer had been taken to them all.
Then Mr. Monroe brought his face into the light. It was a blue and dead face, and it was guided by eyes that looked like tiny red crystal balls full of hate, rage and hunger. The skin on his face was shriveled, and sunken. He looked like a spoiled fruit. It was a corpse’s face.
“Energy never dies, Mr. Jackson,” the monster reminded Paul. “It just changes.”
Translation - Portuguese “Eles me isolaram depois do acidente”, prosseguiu Sr. Monroe. “A explosão me destruiu e então me reconstruiu, de um jeito bizarro e inesperado. De repente eu era um enigma das trevas jamais antes visto. Eu era algo a ser continuado, desprovido de pulso ou respiração. Isso com certeza os assustava. E uma dissecação estava para acontecer, estou certo disso, portanto eu tinha que escapar enquanto era possível."
"Senhor, perdoe-me," Disse Paul devagar, tentando esconder seu pavor crescente. “Não estou acompanhando o seu raciocínio."
“Eu morri, Sr. Jackson. O acidente me matou. Mas eu segui habitando a podridão. Compreende, agora? Talvez eu deva lhe mostrar."
Sr. Monroe levantou-se e andou lentamente para a luz. Seu corpo, vestindo um jeans sujo e uma camisa de flanela, surgiu primeiro. A pele de suas mãos estava pálida e com uma aparência doentia, mas poderia ser apenas a fraca iluminação enganando a vista. Suas unhas das mãos eram escuras, como feridas profundas, parecia que haviam sido atingidas por um martelo.
Foi aí que Sr. Monroe trouxe seu rosto à luz. Era uma face azulada e morta, guiada por olhos que pareciam pequenas bolas de cristal vermelhas e cheias de ódio, raiva e fome. A pele estava enrugada e afundada, como uma fruta podre. Era o rosto de um cadáver.
"Energia nunca morre, Sr. Jackson," o monstro lembrou a Paul. "Apenas muda.”
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