Resistance

 It appears that procrastination has gotten the better of me recently. This resistance. I can do all things but sit down and write the essay. But why? I can work on neuro, chem, and do the lab but... sheeeeit. Why cannot I not force my self to write the beloved paper? (I'm actually writing this as a way to jump start my writing mind)

Resistance as Steven Pressfield describes it. Here's a story to jump start my writing. 

[inspired by the Witcher series I'm reading]

Decades after the war ended with Nilfgaard, the age of monsters had come to an end, and Geralt was left without his profession. With his leg fully healed and lust to crush monsters, he sought out new ventures in a different world. Traveling back to the tower of Swallows, Geralt focused his futures on the renowned land of Midgard aka Earth. Sucked in a wormhole of rainbow light, Geralt was blasted upon the earth in which he sprawled out on a flat green prairie.

How peaceful. The sun glistened in the sapphire blue sky, warmer than on his own world. And to each horizon he looked, a sea of green fields stretched almost infinitely. Lone flowers could be seen dancing in the gentle breeze. Such a serene destination.

Zaam! The sound of a thousand train sirens following the blast of an electric bolt. Geralt barely dodged it and would have died if not for his instincts. Gazing up, he saw a sorcerer floating in a red cloak - orange aura radiated from his palms. This world has sorcerers too? Geralt wondered to himself.

"I am Dr. Strange, keeper of the realm. Who the hell are you and why did you come to eart-"

Before Strange could even finish, a spear found itself lodged in his chest. Geralt had practiced spear throwing during the years of peace after the war. He knew he desperately needed a longer range method of attack. Additionally, the ancient elven spear was designed to combat against he magical arts. It nullifies any supernatural auras and it returned to the wielders hand upon killing.

Geralt spoke, "I usually don't kill mages, but... I've come for the stone." With that statement, I extricated Dr. Strange from his pain with the silver Witcher's sword. 

ROARRRRRRRR! Geralt ducked immediately as a boulder was hurled over his head. A giant green abomination rushed across the field at full speed. An ogre? No, too fast. A troll? What the hell is this?! Geralt did a 720 pirouette as the Hulk attempted the jumping two smash. 2 slashes landed, one behind the knees and another across the back. The Hulk stumbled but was still able to quickly spin and knock Geralt away with the back of his fist.

The Hulk attempted to jump, thinking his regeneration would have already fixed the wounds, but couldn't. The Witcher circled him inflicting numerous cuts and slashes. The beast could not keep up with the quick movements and his wounds were building up.

"Foolish beast... your regeneration does not work when cut by the silver on a Witcher's blade!" 

"HULK SMA-!" Two thuds could be heard from the distance, one for the head and one for the body. The Incredible Hulk was no more.

Spiderman, Hawkeye, Thor, Antman, and Scarlet Witch all pulled up in giant spaceship appearing from a wormhole. Their eyes burned with rage upon seeing their fallen comrades strewn across the fields.

Hawkeye didn't hesitate to knock an arrow on his bow, but he was too slow compared to the mutant. The elven spear killed instantly. Wanda rushed to catch him.

"NOOOO!" Thor yelled as he rushed towards Geralt. At this point, Thor had regained his prime form and may have even surpassed it. Wielding both Mjolnir and Groot Axe, he lunged at Geralt with the power 10,000 lightnings. Aiming for the head of course.

Geralt barely made a sigil in time to minorly deflect the blow. Regardless, he was blasted back 100 yards. Such strength. More sorcerers have come with their monsters. Geralt knew he could not defeat the axe man in a head to head battle.  This may be the end but may I die with honor. He raised his silver blade and charged. The blade shattered upon impact with the hammer and the battle axe cut him from shoulder to waist. Laying in a pool of his own blood, there was no pain. Geralt's life flashed across his eyes. It cannot end like this, not yet. There must be another way. I won't die here. For Ciri. He reached into his pocket for the prize he had taken from the wizard - the green stone. He called out for help and it heard him.

Time reversed. He saw the spaceship before it appeared- throwing his spear in the direction. The craft exploded upon appearing. The fields were black with ash and fire. Thor crawled on the ground trying to regain his bearings, but he looked up to the see the white haired Witcher holding Mjolnir.

"But how? and how did you know?" 

"I've saved more lives with much less power than you, child. To be worthy of this hammer? This is my right." Thor was crushed with his own weapon.