god i love dying in the witcher 3. not because i have to do part of what i was doing again but because i love to just. imagine the funeral.
like i always picture them burning geralts body at kaer morhen and giving him a eulogy n shit n i always imagine they'd just lowkey roast geralt the entire time. like.
"here lies geralt of rivia (or geralt eric roger du haute-bellegarde), the butcher of blaviken, the white wolf. who walked the path for 138 slutty, slutty years, during which he was part of many important political plots and wars and fought bravely and valiantly. geralt of rivia, who fucking died because he was fighting three (3) drowners and couldn't eat his raw onions fast enough. he was not very smart."
or "here lies geralt of rivia, who died because he jumped off of a 6-foot ledge as a shortcut and didn't know that that would fucking kill him. we don't know how he managed to die from that, either."
or "here lies geralt of rivia, who, after fighting off 15 men and sustaining minimal damage, set a barrel on fire for funsies, didn't step back far enough, and fucking blew himself up. may he rest in pieces. godspeed you absolute idiot."
