I just dreamt a Neil Gaiman book.
Jan. 17th, 2012 08:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mcityYou know the standard-issue cast of the Hapless Everyman, the Experienced Traveller, and the Girl. Basically, Arthur Dent, Ford Prefect, and every female lead from an Urban Fantasy Book Ever. So they are walking around back allies, and encounter a zombie. Ford-knockoff tells Dent not to call the zombie "undead", because he doesn't like it.
Naturally, during the ensuing conversation, Dent calls the zombie an "undead", to which he snippily responds by declaring he's "living challenged", and Ford tries to smooth things over. Y'know, standard Terry Pratchett scenario.
No, wait, he tries to kill them.
Seriously. He gets so pissed off at the "insult" that he immediately tries to hunt them down, and they barely manage to get away, at which point he goes to their house and lies in wait. They come home, get guns, and wait for it to get dark. You know how you know stuff in dreams you don't know in reality? The dream actually informs me, watching all this, that their guns can see. They evolved a symbiotic relationship; in exchange for protection, they linked up with their nervous system and provided better vision range.
This turns out to be absolutely useless as crazy undead guy slaughters Ford, then Dent, then Girl, in the blink of an eye.
So, yeah. This would be one of the darker Gaiman books. Something TVTropes would label a Deconstruction. Not the Discworld type, the "rocks fall, everyone dies" type.
Naturally, during the ensuing conversation, Dent calls the zombie an "undead", to which he snippily responds by declaring he's "living challenged", and Ford tries to smooth things over. Y'know, standard Terry Pratchett scenario.
No, wait, he tries to kill them.
Seriously. He gets so pissed off at the "insult" that he immediately tries to hunt them down, and they barely manage to get away, at which point he goes to their house and lies in wait. They come home, get guns, and wait for it to get dark. You know how you know stuff in dreams you don't know in reality? The dream actually informs me, watching all this, that their guns can see. They evolved a symbiotic relationship; in exchange for protection, they linked up with their nervous system and provided better vision range.
This turns out to be absolutely useless as crazy undead guy slaughters Ford, then Dent, then Girl, in the blink of an eye.
So, yeah. This would be one of the darker Gaiman books. Something TVTropes would label a Deconstruction. Not the Discworld type, the "rocks fall, everyone dies" type.
