title of the story: I and the Discworld
Fandom: Discworld
Name
The plot: The Narrator reading the Discworld novels geography lesson rather than to follow the lessons. Suddenly, a bright light and it lands on the Discworld.
Excerpts from the worst of the story:
dragged slowly I tried the hallway and as little as possible with the pesky pests who had just recently arrived at the school to crash. I was on the path to the horrific death room, where I would start the same one of the many horrors in this dragon cave, which he described himself as "school".
Pros / Cons: +
quite bearable spelling (mostly)
- that lack any logic, first starting line one
Chapter - The bird I would ne Nite
I said yes the spelling is usually bearable.
I slowly dragged myself to the course and tried as little as possible with the pesky pests who had just recently arrived at the school to crash. I was on the gruesome death path to the room in the same to me one of the many horrors in this dragon cave as a "Gymnasium" called, would begin. One and a half hour, I'd like to suspend immense suffering.
What? Be performed illegal experiments at the school and the students have to serve as guinea pigs? If the Director of a sadist who punished with lashes loud breathing? Say it!
I would have to muster all my strength in order not to die of boredom, and even more bored.
Ehem ... I will not even saying that I am always full of enthusiasm for school ... but I was never so melodramatic.
I was only a few meters removed from the room in which there was hell on earth. My classmates had already crossed the threshold into the underworld, their belongings thrown on the tables and were once fled from the area of eternal damnation.
And so melodramatic either.
is now anyway geography. And, as one could possibly conclude from the recent records they do not particularly appreciate narrator. The demands that truly outrageous things from their students.
"Hang on but once the card," she hissed, her voice Dragons and flashed it at me from their little devilish black eyes.
Yes, OK, now I see everything. Really. I mean ... you can not ask of his students to hang a map! I think it also prohibits the Geneva Convention, Amnesty International or something.
She talks to get out anyway.
"Ähhm ... I have yet ... ... ähhh to the office ... I've ähhh ... I lost my phone ..." I lied in the hope that I the evil eye of the dragon would help me, because the imprint of my cell phone there was a clear in the pocket area.
"On the third day of school?" Asked the Geograuen suspicious.
"You know that the school rules allowed mobile phone losing only from the fourth day of school."
The card must hang up now ... or perhaps two other get the first time from another room. The heel is a little bit confusing, but who cares?
Madame reads something now because they get even with the card nor its verlorenens mobile look.
I made during the fast from the dust and immersed myself again in my new Discworld novel. As I delved into my book had just rang the bell of the Apocalypse and forced myself to an uncomfortable chair, behind a bank that was not made for people with long legs.
Now follows the description of the lesson of horror. The teacher is yet really so cruel and expects her students to watch and learn something! Calls on UN peacekeeping troops! But something you can not answer for real!
behaves now in any event, her book strange.
on my bank was tempting pitched my Discworld novel. In the book seemed a strange glow to fall and slow like a breath of wind, is turned a page, although all the windows were closed.
My curiosity was too great. I grabbed the book and began under the bench to read. But had read the changes in a strange way. I did not read, but the story got a voice in my head told.
What is to be not such a rare phenomenon ... I hear Rufus Beck occasionally when I read Harry Potter ...
changed suddenly, at any rate everything and it flies like a bird of Ankh-Morpork. How does she know so exactly what the place is not mentioned. At first she thinks
now they would only dream of, but then she knows at once that not the case. If I could fly and suddenly I saw a city of a fantasy novel I would need only seconds before I would have accepted that this is all a dream.
Now I was a bird on the Discworld, which was not exactly a gifted aviator. I flew straight down and tried to market one of the tables to land that lay just below me, but I was looking for exactly the wrong person.
Invisible pitchers, guys! Buys invisible jugs! Fresh from the invisible Potteries "
I landed hard on the table, slipped a bit and slammed full force against one of its renowned pitchers and I felt a little black bird in front of my eyes. I toppled over unconscious, and remained stretched out on the table.
Yes, even stupid if the strange powers, give to the one turn into a bird, not enough to use a mind properly to the wing.
second Chapter - Ankh-Morpork
Miss wakes up in a smelly alley, and is a human being again. Why? Why was it even necessary to transform it into a bird when she finally converted back again.
I was once a man, a girl in a knee-length brown dress with high-bound, dark blond hair that I could see in the mirror, which materialized in front of me was practical and legally in a small bag of money the pockets of the dress.
Because you nachschaut in this situation first if you have money there ... instead of, for example, to spin and to yell for help because you completely rather than in the classroom, where you can get bored in the worst case, incredibly, now at once a strange place is where at any moment Killer / cannibal / dragon / predators could come around the corner.
I wore sandals and a necklace shimmered, their followers in various shades of blue.
Super Speciul trailers OF SPECIUL! Now they
looks a little walk around and joyful through the streets - what we know in Ankh-Morpork is a completely harmless endeavor. Surprisingly, it hits but no assassin but only a few tourists.
Then comes a little relatively little meaningful description of the environment and how great but that's all ... who does not want to end up one day in a strange world, without knowing how to come back again and whether his friends and family ever see her again.
then at some point they end up Ankh. The Ankh stinks and is disgusting. Then a troll.
suddenly bumped me a big, ugly troll, and something began to swear. My Troll table, however, was very limited because I had to do in my real life so far with only one, who also belonged to a smaller and somewhat more human nature.
Here is a footnote with the following annotation: This is now more of a joke. ^ ^ But Kath's and Anna-Panna and all other latest inger (if you want to know what is this, then ask) (and Arel o Imladris probably) know what is meant. Suffice it to say: It has something to do with Kath's sister.
to Troll: Ever sorry troll, if you will read this sick story ever. (HDL) ^ ^
Yes! Inside jokes that make people understand just five primarily in stories that are intended to ensure that they are read by many people.
I said any word on Trollich that shot me straight through the head, making him very angry appeared.
too makes sense: I can only fragments of a foreign language, a big, strong, easily irritable and probably armed native comes by and I tell him anything in this language ... and I do not even ; what I tell him. These tips are sure in some survival manuals.
I pushed myself to the stone railing, praying that it was not as crumbly as it looked. The monstrous troll built up in front of me and started to cry myself. His breath stank of fish auserordentlich, Schockotorte, mango and something that my fine sense of smell could not identfizieren.
trolls love known as a dessert after a hearty serving of stones, a few pieces of mango and some chocolate.
The Troll rowed wild with his trollish arms and I slowly got to do with the fear, the only thing I could understand was death, jellies and pain.
jelly is of course to the words that can be found in every phrase book and are taught in language teaching in one of the first few hours ... one can not even his car to the factory town or a hotel room to reserve if you do not know what to say jello (and why Please trolls should ever have a word for jelly? They need it but not really, or).
your fall now anyway just to make it even give a troll greeting, which soothes the Troll and he sets out from the field, without any further consequences. What purpose this scene I was not entirely clear.
the first time I thought about my current situation.
was also about time.
I stood on a narrow stone bridge to the Ankh was flowing below me, I had a strange amulet and even wore a dress Selsam, and I also had a bag Money in their pockets (whence also might get more of)
That would interest me too. Now she "thinks" at least according to everything, and concludes that it is either gone insane or actually on the Discworld. Thus, this thought process completed How and why she is here still seems to be not worth considering. You will just continue until it comes to the Unseen University, which she reviewed.
"Actually it's not at all possible that this structure can stand at all," whispered I surprised myself more
"You have to stop thinking logically, on the disc world there are other laws," suddenly said a voice that seemed to come up from below. I looked at me down at my feet, but could not discover what had to be able to talk to me.
"I think I am crazy," said I, shaking his head and added, to me the university to take a closer look.
"No, no ... you fit in you," answered again the same mysterious voice. I looked confused around me.
"Who ... who is there?"
"I own I - the name for their own separate individual identity of an individual, rejecting the self of giving evidence."
From now on, the author demonstrates that it can write off a glossary of terms from the lexicon.
"I", I mimicked the invisible. "Does it please be inaccurate?" I asked then slightly annoyed because I did not think that I apparently great respect for my invisible to have had.
"Even less accurate? Mhh ... ... A part of the universe ... vague enough? "
" That was meant ironically! "
" Ironic? ... Irony - (Greek εἰρωνεία eironeía, literally, the adjustment or simulation) is a statement which reveals expectations by a pretense to the contrary is claimed.
* applause * You can even Greek letters Copying from Wikipedia!
I do not understand irony. I'm objective. "
Slowly I had enough of this strange guy who wanted to show me.
"Ahhh yes, and where you are at the moment, exactly? And I mean, it's like I said. "
" I'm trapped in the amulet! "
It follows another dictionary definition of 'Charm' and then explains the creature to her that it is the can explain the universe, but when asked how she comes here because he said / it only needs that they find that out yourself. That makes sense. Werauchimmer they hergeschafft has certainly has an incredible amount of them when they first time wandering aimlessly without knowing absolutely what they want on here. The last sentence was, moreover, ironically.
employed at end of chapter then for the first time the question of how she comes back home. It also has headache again and it looks like rain ... it is probably the weather.
We need a Discworld-day:)
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