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)]

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.