Write a story together v3
Game rules: Everyone writes the sentence, line or paragraph, a continuation of the events of the story.The previous part
No_time_for_games
Geralt Gerasimovich's strange hallucinations lasted no more than a few moments ...
Cold drops of rain beat soberingly on the bald head ... stay in the grave. The bruise put by the gnome (?) Was very painful, the body itched ... It kept on getting dark ...
The downpour intensified. The hayloft was visible ... :-)
Sweety_Mustard
We are composing a story with him here ... :-) Does it really matter who we do it with ... :-)
saturn7774
But nevertheless, it is better to do it with worthy people - thought Geralt. And he began to summon the spirits of classic writers.
lamb-ada
In the dark, sitting in a puddle, he tried to make passes with his hands, muttering poems by Robert Burns and Grigory Leps. I tried to remember something from fiction, but I only remembered Pikul ... Putting validol under his tongue, he continued.
He did this for the first time - the words of poems, poems and even romances with epics got confused and in an incredible way intertwined into an incredible absurdity ... The candle was never lit, and Geralt Gerasimovich knew that this was the way to call spirits ...
saturn7774
"What if ...?"
Geralt, I remembered my smartphone. In the next instant, he turned on the LED light on his iPhone and began to google contacts, at least some writers.
"New times - new approaches to solving problems" - Geralt spat out the Validol pill and threw the Mentos thing into his mouth
lamb-ada The
mustard thing "Mentos" spicy invigorated, but not so much that the heart muscle would not hurt and would not help from the beatings ... Geralt looked with regret at his validol, but he had nothing else ...
Google could not work. As it turned out, you have to pay for the Internet, but Geralt Gerasimovich was not a wealthy person, and he did not know how to use the newfangled, youthful stray ... The
rain intensified. It was getting dark ...
saturn7774
And then Geralt was suddenly seized by panic, but what if it is angina pectoris? “No, no,†he brushed aside. "And this is the damn Internet, how much does it cost to evona." Where to get the money?
barbarian
"Ahh! Don't care!" - Geralt, annoyed, threw the iPhone away: "Enough - EVERYTHING!"
"In the morning, I'll think about what to do if I don't choke."
I curled up in a ball, lying in a puddle that was gradually filling and thought:
"If only - a heart attack ... or catch a cold ..."
barbarian
From these thoughts, Geralt's heart failure developed and intensified even more, but he just waved his hand - what could be, that could not be avoided ... So spoke his adoptive father, the deaf-mute Gerasim ... So Geralt Gerasimovich thought.
Suddenly, his wooden leg got caught in something. Geralt even stopped scratching with amazement and fear ... In the black shadow of the hayloft, through an almost impenetrable wall of intensified downpour, in the dim, frightening light of the full moon, in a puddle he saw ...
lamb-ada
Something in a puddle occupied him more than thoughts of suicide ... :-)
saturn7774
"Firefly leeches! Infection!"
Geralt jumped up and began to pull off his pants. Several of these vile creatures managed to get under the clothes.
lamb-ada
Lice from the bum, mandavoshka ... Now also the firefly leeches ...
- Oh, Gods! I swear to the Eight, I will kill that damn Pew!
But who sent this note and why was the meeting place, on the outskirts of either Omsk or the Shivering Islands, chosen so strange, disgusting and smelly? ..
saturn7774
Very quickly it became clear that Geralt was carried away somewhere in the direction of Franz Joseph's land. He strained his brains, but could not remember how he ended up with the devil on the middle of nowhere, although yesterday he was sitting at a buttercup in Omsk. "Kanalya, zoltan" - is it really your dwarf swill again!
barbarian
This amused Geralt and he began to dance humming, something in the style of "Cutlets with mashed potatoes", but he stumbled and, pinching his tail, lost consciousness again ... Dropping a mysterious note and losing all the things of Mentos, he rolled down the sandy slope of a rather high dune ...
- But this is some kind of ... nonsense. - Geralt blurted out distantly. - Omsk, iPhone, Mentos .. I don't understand anything at all!
The Witcher was still in the Moth Cafe in the 21st century. He was sitting with his left elbow on the table, and with his right he was massaging a huge and damn sore bump on his forehead. This time he was accompanied by a strange witch, who clearly had beetles in the kinship. "Sith? What other Sith? Who are they, and in general, where are they here?" he thought painfully.
- The clock is ticking, the turns are flying! - the witch sang merrily. - All this does not matter! The pieces of the puzzle will then come together, O Cat-Eyed Old Man. All these events took place, or will happen, most likely, in other Universes. Now the fate of the entire Galaxy depends on your actions! The witch broke into a wide smile, revealing a row of healthy and beautiful teeth.
- But why me? - Only Geralt could say.
- Oh, it's all very simple. You are the chosen one! Or not .. In general, you just need to know that everything will be very good if you don’t do three things at certain moments of time: First, don’t give Yennefer a hand at a very romantic moment when the full moon is hanging over the horizon and shimmering pink. So beautiful .. Hmm, secondly - you cannot swear allegiance to a certain Lord of the Stars, although it will seem that this is your destiny. And thirdly - "Don't eat yellow snow! Gyy!" Or is it not for you .. Okay, yellow snow is not worth eating anyway!
- These events are unevenly distributed along the timeline. - continued Zhukovidma - between them there will be many other phenomena - incomprehensible, irrational, even stupid. But these events will certainly happen, and at this time you know what you should NOT do. Otherwise, the Consequences will be Catastrophic! Now you need to do something with your head.
Geralt stood outside the cafe rubbing the cone. He did not remember how he left the cafe and parted with Zhukovedma - Mantya, as her name seemed to be. Which is strange, because she didn't wear a robe. It was already dark outside. It was pouring rain. The cafe was closed. The witch insistently advised to seek medicines in an institution with a strange name "Pharmacy". The Witcher's keen eyesight caught a luminous green cross with numbers two and four in the dark.
- So. It's clear. - muttered Geralt. - Now there, and then "climb Milano."
On the other side of the road, there was a pizzeria with that name. Closed at night.
- The procedure is clear. - summed up the white-haired - Now in the "Pharmacy", in the morning in this "Pizzeria". Or on her roof? I'll figure it out, not the first time. And you have to wait out the night somewhere.
Grandshot
It was already daylight when he stopped rubbing his
bump ... Bare feet were cold and in his bosom the cat, sleeping before the village, moved nervously.
The cat was surprised that he was in the bosom and went for a blanket for the owner's legs. When the cat returned, the owner was no longer there ... the cat had to start an investigation
kuniliber
Using a microscope and tweezers, the cat fished out some pieces from the blanket, collected the cigarette butts and examined them carefully. The results were stunning - the fur stood on end on the cat's neck ... But ... Alas, no matter how stunning the results were, they had nothing to do with Geralt Gerasimovich and the cat, roaring with annoyance, wide-eyed, waving a mop, chased the bird.
At the same time, Geralt Gerasimovich, freezing, sneezing and spitting, tried in vain to hitchhike ... The hail hit him in the face, in his bare chest and blinded his narrow, slanting eyes ... Cast-offs fluttered in the piercing wind.
It was getting dark.