Towards foreplay! This is a game, this is a flight of fancy, this is joint creativity, which unites no less than joint work.
What you need to do: read and answer so that the next reader has something to answer.
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But write it not out of the blue, but as a response to the text of the previous comment (or blog, if you, my silver reader, saw that comments have not yet been delivered – be the first!).
We are writing an interactive piece: I write the first part on the blog, and then we pick it up in the comments.
It is important to write any text so that it ends with a fork, and the next one who picks up the baton and answers in the comments can choose from several options (for example, like the classic “if you go to the right, you will lose your horse, if you go to the left, you will lose your wallet, if you go straight, you will lose your voice”).
Start of the game
Murtsik sniffed out traces. His nose moved as if he was dancing a lambada or playing the tom-tam – lively, cheerfully, like the owner himself – in full anticipation of the new business. Finding a letter that ran away from a bride – is it a joke?? The bride desperately needs to find out who wrote to her and what is hidden in the letter, which, frankly, she did not expect before the wedding. She had already made plans on how to seize her faithful husband, and she would not smile at all if, according to her plans, they walked through dirty boots of size forty-seven. Murtsik clearly saw that the footprints belonged to a large man or a man with large legs, but the smell. The smell seemed to be not from him alone. And he even behaved incomprehensibly: here he is following the trail, but the tracks lead in one direction, and the smell leads in the other! How so.
Murtsik follows in the footsteps.
Murtsik follows the smell.
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The owner of the dirty boots behaved truly strangely: he seemed to know that there was a faithful bloodhound in the house who would be put on his trail – but the location of the person he was looking for within the house was unknown to him. Chains of footprints ran randomly through all the rooms, somewhere revealing the uninvited guest as a dirty imprint on the carpet, somewhere winding, and somewhere disappearing altogether – maybe the unknown person took off his shoes, frightened by an extraneous rustle? However, the villain was unable to deceive Murtsik’s nose – especially since the smell, with the windows tightly closed in late autumn, did not even think of dissipating. Soon, he led the bloodhound to the back door – the one that led to the summer garden.
This gazebo, which was started by the groom’s great-grandmother, over many years grew into a real thicket of thickets, even with fallen leaves, reliably hiding those who wanted to retire in it – the young owner and his bride were often among them. Here the chain of footprints was again clearly imprinted – it seems that the thief, no longer afraid of the creaking of the old floorboards, put on his bulky shoes again. The prints, and with them the smell, slightly erased by the haze of the morning fog, led somewhere deeper.
Suddenly, Murtsik stopped in bewilderment: now there https://playcrococasino.co.uk/games/ was no longer a trace, but the smell was divided in two – while one part of it followed the chain of traces, another, stronger aroma filled the space in a distant part of the garden: probably, from this hidden place the criminal could watch the house, while remaining hidden to its inhabitants. Indeed, the disgusting smell of burnt tobacco, emanating from a half-smoked cigarette, hit my nose. Could this trace shed light on the identity of the spiteful critic??
Explore the ambush site Continue following the criminal’s trail
oh it’s like a game book? I bought one based on Lovecraft, where you have to choose an action option at the end of the page)
Murtsik decided to take a closer look at the ambush site. This part of the garden was simply captured by dense bushes; it was almost impossible to see a person hiding in them from the house, but the observer could see almost all the windows of the building. The grass in the ambush was thoroughly trampled. “It means that the criminal has already chosen this place for a long time,” thought Murtsik. “It turns out that this was not just an accident, the “long-legged one” knew about the letter and was hunting for it?”
The smell of a cigarette butt haunted the sense of smell, something was wrong with it, but what exactly was unclear. There was nothing more to catch in the “shelter”, Murtsik returned to the second trail, which led to the gate. Thoughts about a cigarette strained the brain, and suddenly… Eureka! The tobacco is not the same! Factory-made cigarettes smell a little different, at least modern ones. The cigarette was stuffed by hand! Great clue, there aren’t a lot of people smoking hand-rolled cigarettes there. Hope this helps in the investigation.
Delighted with his discovery, Murtsik joyfully ran up to the gate and was about to open it with his paw, but the gate was locked. From surprise, Murtsik stood rooted to the spot.
Inspect the gate
Jump over the fence
Jumping over the fence, Murtsyk entered the territory of the Nyarlathotep cult. He realized that the case was rubbish, but they had nothing to do with his investigation. “It’s unlikely they smoke rolled-up cigarettes,” thought the dog. I had to use charisma and charm the cultists’ teeth. But how can you influence their zombified minds??
To say that I am a Lovecraft fan I am Nyarlathotep! Creeping Chaos!
Continuing to walk towards the light, Murtsik gradually realized that with each step his body felt better and better: his body was filled with warmth, strength and serenity, and thoughts of returning only caused vomiting and a chill down his spine. A couple more efforts, a couple of moments and..
An amazing and beautiful picture appeared before Murtsik: a huge blooming garden with a serene sky, evergreen trees full of ripe fruits, clear ponds with crystal water, many marble statues and other wonders, mostly absent in the real world. Taking a closer look, Murtsik saw that in the shade of the trees, naked girls, with faces as beautiful as a dream, huddled close to each other, were caressing, and the article of the divine was even sculpted. One of them looked up from carnal pleasures, and, noticing Murtsik, winked, gently beckoning him with her finger.
A satisfied smile ran across Murtsik’s face:
“Looks like my type of paradise,” he licked his lips, “What a pity I only have paws…”
Suddenly, several nearby statues in the form of huge chimeras came to life, shook off a layer of stone and instantly rushed at Murtsik, who was still in anticipation of the upcoming fun. The smile slipped from his muzzle, replaced by an animal grin.
– Hell’s paradise… Well, come to me, creatures, now I’ll paint all the ponds red with your blood!
In an instant, his eyes turned bright red, and bloody runes were drawn on the ground around him. Gathering all his strength, Murtsik immobilized the monsters, subduing their blood – although the monsters resisted their grip, they were ultimately powerless.
– Bam! – the blood mage growled.
The first chimera exploded with a loud sound, spraying blood and other entrails all over the area, the rest of the monsters followed suit, and a rain of blood fell on the ground. Murtsik enjoyed the heavy drops with his eyes closed.
“Oh, how invigorating this is,” he said with an animal grin.
But after enjoying the moment, Murtsik shook himself off and turned his gaze back to the girls. They had all stopped enjoying each other’s company, but did not look at the blood mage with horror, only with euphoria, already together persistently and erotically calling him to them.
– It’s time to get down to business! – Murtsik exclaimed contentedly.
And threw himself into the arms of the girls))
… But first I swam in the pond and ate a couple of fruits (I need to get myself in order)
Trusting the will-o’-the-wisp and following it, the space around Murtsik began to narrow, the huge garden slowly began to turn into a corridor, and the crowns of the trees began to form a vault that completely covered the sky. And each next step of Murtsik, who no longer understood whether he was a dog, a cat, Dracula or a blood mage, made the space around him narrower and brighter, since the light he followed from dim and barely noticeable covered the entire space around and shone brighter and brighter. At some point it became so bright that Murtsik had to close his eyes from the light.
When he opened them again, he found himself in the house by the fireplace, next to which stood a tall man with a smile looking at the poor dog who was following on his heels.
“It hit you, little dog,” the thief cheerfully addressed Murtsik, “You shouldn’t have inhaled the smell of my rolled-up cigarettes so forcefully.”.
In response, Murtsik only growled angrily, but quickly calmed down when he saw on the table, next to the fireplace, the letter he was looking for, for which his bride sent him.
“But this, alas, I can’t give you,” the thief said sadly, noticing how the dog was looking at the envelope, “it was a mistake to write and send it.”.
And with these words the thief took the envelope and forcefully threw the letter into the fireplace.
Calmly watch the letter burn out in the fireplace and listen to what else this stranger will tell. Rush for the envelope and catch it before it flies into the fire. Go to the ashtray with the burning cigarettes and inhale the smoke again in order to explore that garden normally, because the sirens have already left anyway.
Surrender to Flow to amuse the pandas
The tracks were left not long ago, but there was something strange about them. Almost all of them ended abruptly, as if the one who left them had disappeared into oblivion. Murtsika began to worry, and the more he examined the area, the more he wanted to quit this business. But he was able to find traces that led him to the cave. Murtsik was overcome by an interest unusual for such a situation, and the thought of “stopping here and now” disappeared. The tracks led to a cave, and Murtsik went to study it. It was as if his eyes were lying, because they were supposed to see in the dark as well as in the light, so seeing absolute darkness seemed like an optical illusion for him. Murtsik walked forward without looking back, it seemed to him that this was the only right decision, even though he did not remember when he managed to make it. It seemed that there was nothing left of him except some essence, if the light. Murtsik didn’t video him, he felt him. This light seemed to envelop his entire body, and it was so wrong. He had to go forward, but the source of these strange sensations was in a different direction.
Continue walking in the same direction. Pay attention to the "light"
I first wrote about the cat, and Remors told me – you’re a complete cuckoo? Only dogs can follow the trail and I fixed it 😀