The Pathologic Round-Robin Story Collab!

[maximumhusky]

OKAY. This is a Round-Robin type of collaborative fiction! Continue writing where one person left off, but feel free to continue in your own manner. Make long entries, short entries, serious entries, comedic entries, etc., Collaborate with others to create a grand, cohesive story, or hijack it to make your own masterpiece! WARNING: All posts are canon.

Preferably make posts anonymously out of tradition, but I guess there's no harm in being logged in if you have an account?

LINKS:

Pathologic Prompt Meme: https://pathologicroundrobin.dreamwidth.org/825.html
Pathologic Round-Robin: https://pathologicroundrobin.dreamwidth.org/654.html
Pathologic Kink Meme (nsfw): https://pathologicroundrobin.dreamwidth.org/1201.html
Contact me here if you have any questions!: https://pathologicroundrobin.dreamwidth.org/1347.html

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

"Far be it from me to believe in mystical feelings, but I'm starving and there's an egg in front of me. Surely this is a sign that I should eat it." Daniil said. He bent over to pick up the egg, but before his hand could lift it, another hand grabbed his own.

It was Artemy.

"Don't eat that egg. It's mine." Artemy said.

"How? This egg was on the ground." Daniil said.

"It is a gift from Boddho herself after I gave her fresh blood to drink. Didn't you see me pouring it out there?"

"You do that sort of stuff all the time. I stopped paying attention."

"Ignorance isn't a good excuse. I'll be taking the egg now if you don't mind."

"No! I'm starving! I haven't had anything decent to eat for a while!" Daniil shouted.

Daniil and Artemy fumbled their hands as they attempted to steal the egg from each other, but in the midst of such buffoonery, the egg slipped high into the air. The doctors traced the ego's trajectory with their eyes until at last, Klara was there to catch it.

"You two are idiots. Here, watch this." She said, before blowing on the egg, and tossing it on to the ground like a pokeball. The egg started to hatch, and out emerged... (to be continued by the next person)

[(Anonymous)]

...Alexander Blok. Everyone stared at the giant man. Artemy and Daniil even froze in place where they had been fighting each other. What had once been the pose pose of an angry grapple turned to nervous hugging.

The military man spoke. "It seems that I'm unable to escape my duties even hiding within an egg. Very well. I must continue to fulfill orders. This town must be destroyed."

The artillery arrived in short order.

"Oh fuck this isn't what I had intended." Klara winced.

[(Anonymous)]

With a loud, thunderous crash, the whole town came down and everyone within died.

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"CUT!"

Clara, Daniil, and Artemy stopped arguing with each other on the stage at the sound of Mark Immortell's voice. Mark's arms were crossed, and his foot tapped on the ground.

"What the hell are you all doing?!" Mark shouted. He shook a copy of the script at them. "I gave you all very simple instructions! How did you still manage to stumble on it?"

[(Anonymous)]

Daniil pointed a finger and opened his mouth to speak before Mark cut him off.

"It doesn't matter! My patience is finished!" Mark tossed the script over his shoulder, the paper echoing noisily as it clattered. "All of you can come up with a different script for all I care. As for me? I'm going to get something to help me de-stress: a coffee."

Neither Daniil, Clara, or Artemy thought that was particularly stress-relieving, but said nothing.

Mark walked towards the exit doorway. "If you need me and need to ask me for advice on running a theatre? Don't. I'm fed up right now. Ta-ta, you magnificent, blundering amateurs." There was a strange rushing noise as Mark stepped into the dark void beyond the theatre doors, before the doors slammed shut.

The trio were alone now. It was just them inside the theatre. Not a single other soul was there.

"What is this place? One moment we were about to die, the next we are brought before a stage..." Daniil was the first to speak.

"It's the Town's theatre. They used to do plays here, but no one's been at it for a long time." Artemy said looking around.

"Probably because we've been the play and taking up the stage the entire time." Clara said, swinging her legs as she sat on the edge of the theatre's stage.