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Notes on the Town Of Lost Hallow Pt. 1

 

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Lost Hallow is in a position where the desert meets the forest. Desert runs for miles and miles, endlessly in front of the small town, but behind it runs a mountain range where dense forest grows and wild things run free and hunt in the dark nights. Strange noises come from the mountains and more than one resident has claimed they heard a call in the night which they could only resist for so long. Those who hear the call all eventually go, some after a week, some after 6 months, but one day, sure enough, off they go under the stars, into the mountain forest. It would be wrong to say they are never heard from again as some are in fact spied by a resident gone camping who can only describe the person as having gone native, reclaimed by mother nature.

 

The desert side is where the sun rises and the skies go on forever into the distant. There are a few ranches here and one small artist collective who takes cactus buttons and tries to paint the sky they see afterwards, to varying effect. The desert is calming to the soul, the peaceful side of town, but deadlier even than the forest. A person can survive in the forest. Wander off too far into the dessert past where you can see back to the town and they say
you will never find your way back again. And the desert offers no hope of survival. Plus you don’t want to accidentally stumble on the settlement of giant, ill tempered, sentient scorpions because the truce doesn’t count if you wander into their territory.

Still, as a frontier town, Lost Hallow has all the resources it needs to run itself. It has wood, plants and water, mud, clay, sun and rain. And for a place so isolated and difficult to come by, it has a surprisingly large assortment of characters who wander in from all sort of places and all walks of life.

It is not a particularly large place. There is of course a main street and a few side streets running parallel and perpendicular. there is an open air market to the east of main street and the nightlife street to the west where the Saloon is. The Saloon is a popular place on the weekends. It is not a rickety, wooden thing. The inside is covered in red and violet satin with candles everywhere. It is one of the few businesses that allows wolves inside, although they are expected to mind their manners and for the most part do.

It is no secret about the presence of a werewolf compound at the foot of the mountain, just outside the town. it contains all manner of lycanthrope, running the gammit from those who are human who turn into a wolf every full moon, those who turn into a wolf nightly, and those who only turn human every crescent moon. They can get loud on full moon nights but otherwise are very good neighbors and are roam freely in the town with no ill will from the non furry residents.

Other notable points of interest are:

– the town library is rather small above ground, but is said to run for quite a ways below. There are all sorts of books of interest the librarian can pull for you, and some say below ground eventually the books give way to stacks of other things that give information. The librarian never speaks and is in some ways the most feared person in town although she is nothing but quiet, well mannered and helpful.

It’s the way she looks at someone who is acting rude, rudeness being a trait she will not abide, and the access she has to forms of forbidden knowledge you don’t even want to guess at. If she decides your quest for knowledge is worthy and what you seek cannot be found above ground, she will take you down into the stacks. But DO NOT stray from her. If you are lost down there it could be years before you are seen again. Just ask Old Man Gaynor. He was in his 20s when he went running off down below. he was only gone 2 years above ground time, but he came back over 30 years older, and definitely not all there. He can be relatively lucid, particularly in the mornings, but once he starts rambling it’s best if you stop listening. Those who try to understand what he’s saying end up going off the rails of sanity themselves, although usually for only a short time. Still, Carlos Valencia once tried to follow Old Man Gaynor’s ramblings while he was well liquored up one Sunday night, and ended up in the psych ward for 3 weeks. It should be noted that the psych ward is actually a refurbished barn out in back of Doc Svendsen’s property that his wife tends to, where the horse stalls have been fitted with plenty of hay in place of rubber rooms.

– The Preacher is a mythshifter. He changes appearance mildly, but more so he changes belief system. This is not superficial, when he changes into a Mormon or a 7th Day Adventist ( or Elysianism) the theological knowledge that comes to him is deep, encyclopediatic and intense. Same for African Shamanism, Jainism, Hinduism, you name it. There might be some places where this might negatively affect Sunday service attendance, but in Lost
Hallow, Sunday service attendence is through the roof. Some of course come out of pure curiosity to see what kind of crazy dogman they’re going to get an earful of that week, and some honestly find it to be spiritually inspiring.

The Preacher was the son of a rambling tent revivalist, who was known for his snake work. He often bragged there was no snake in existence he could no subjugate, and his reputation suggested this was certainly true. He came to town seeking Sophia Suarez, the town herbalist. If it grows, Sophia can someone how get it or grow it, and she supplies Doc Svendsen with most of his medicines, none of which are in pill form. Sophia’s peyote is world famous. This Tent revivalist caught wind from multiple sources of the presence of a great multi- dimensional Snake that exists within the peyote landscape, and having bested the serpent of Satan already, wished to tame this new challenge. Thus he came to
purchase and consume Sophia’s famous peyote buttons, which he did. He tripped
his balls off and sure enough, met and battled the Great Snake.

After a week had passed and he still hadn’t come down, his son, now our current Preacher, decided he neede to go in there and rescue his fool old man. Sophia flat out refused to sell the boy peyote buttons and it took the boy another week before he convinced Feena O’Kelly, the town tarot reader, so purchase some for him. Feena wasn’t too keen on the idea, but she consulted her cards and saw that sure enough, the father was indeed locked in a heated and endless battle with the serpent and that the serpent being engaged like this for too long a time would cause terrible consequences on both the psychic and eventually the material realms. So she bought the boy the buttons and went in
with him to see that he came to no harm.

They found his father locked in a fierce battle with the Snake. The story of the negotiation session isn’t worth getting into here, but the long and short of it is: the father eventally married the Snake and stayed in the spirit realm. The boy went back, but as part of taking the Snake as his step mother, he took on the mythshifting ability which would define his long and well received preaching career. Back in the material world he was adopted by Feena O’Kelly who looked after, finished raising him and who he loves like a mother.

– The town Firestarter is a Hasidic Monk named Yitsak Isaacs. He practices a unique form of Kabbalic Tai Chi which can produce fire and otehr forms of light, including laser and subtle luminscence. He lives next to the river, and contributes to the town a number of ways, the most banal and obvious being he lights the nightly gas lamp that line the town center. He does this by doing a slow, graceful, swirling dance down the center main street every evening, the lamps lighting themselves as he passes. Many residents enjoy sitting and watching this nightly ritual.

More importantly, Yitsak was responsible for stopping the awful scorpion raids that had been the terror of the town prior to his arrival years ago. Deep in the desert is a hive of giant scorpions who would raid the town from time to time. These skirmishes these raids resulted in were brutal. Yitsak for some reason had the ability to communicate with these creatures and managed to work out a truce, although it was a long, difficult process. The scorpions were not keen on a truce, still aren’t all that thrilled with it to this day, and some nights in a saloon you can hear some talk to the effect that it’s only a matter of time til the truce breaks down.

 
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Posted by on May 3, 2016 in Uncategorized

 

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Character Sketches: Han-Mi 1, by Sarah de Buck

Character Sketches: Han-Mi 1, by Sarah de Buck

Artist Sarah de Buck, who i mentioned will be doing a heap of art for the upcoming Gothic Western Steampunk Cabaret project, has made some preliminary sketches for the most important character, Han-Mi. It’s an odd job because there need to be some elements of cliche to the Cabaret side of the character even though the performer does not share these cliches (and in fact takes issue on occasion).

She has done wonderful work and i am immensely excited to be working with her on this project.

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Posted by on May 2, 2016 in Uncategorized

 

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TheUpcoming Gothic Western Steampunk Cabaret

Composition on the Balkan Tale (which could end up being called Hajduk and Janissary) is done. I’m cleaning up the music, working on the mix and basically waiting to see if any of the grants come in. The grants will allow me to hire real musicians to play the piece, record it and perform it. Perform it here in the Balkans.

Worst case scenario, i will keep polishing the demo tracks until they sound as good as they can be, and just hire local singers to sing the parts. But that is worst case scenario. The whole point of the project is to have a live band play the album. I will aim for that with all my might. BUT… if that is not possible, i do have a workable Plan B.

However, as said before, i am well aware that the audience for New Albion and the audience for the Balkan Tale project only crosses over to a degree. My guess is, %30 of you New Albion fans will love it (50 if i get a good band), %30 will be mildly interested and %30 will not care for it and wish i’d do more New Albion.

I’m not doing more New Albion. BUT…. the next project is the spiritual follow up, if you will. Think of me as a writer. I wrote that one trilogy you love, New Albion books 1-3. I’m set to soon begin work on the next series. The Town of…. Lost Hollow (? I don’t know i’m making shit up. The working title is the Town Of Nowhere, but that probably too… over the top.) Anyway, the Town of Nowhere series, and book 1 is Miss Hannah’s Curious…. blah blah…. Cabaret. LOOK I DON’T HAVE ANY NAMES YET. I DO NAMES LATER IN THE PROCESS. I JUST HAVE THE PLOT AND 3 OF THE 4 CHARACTERS.

It is literally a Cabaret. The piece IS a cabaret performance. But there is also certainly a storyline. This cabaret takes place every Saturday in the Saloon of the Town, although the saloon is more purple satin gothic than rickety wooden. It’s got Miss Hannah herself who is the Narrator, The Sheriff, The unnamed Other Male, and our lead, the villain (?), Han-Mi.

Artist Sarah De Buck will be doing all sorts of art for the piece along the way, including preliminary character sketches, which you’ll be seeing soon enough.

I will need to do a great bit of writing to prepare. Like, pen in a notebook writing. Lots of it. This project is actually quite complicated, although if i pull it off properly it shouldn’t feel as complicated as it is. I cannot post any of the writing bits. This one: no spoilers.

The genre is Dark Cabaret. Musically it will be much more… moody, haunting and melancholy (and theatrical) than my past 2 projects. It’s closet comparison is actually Dolls. I’ve been enjoying rocking out my past two projects, specifically this Balkan project, but now i wish to work with tinkly, haunting, sad music things…. a gothic western cabaret from an oddly weird lost town where fantasy, sci-fi and western tropes meet.

I will probably begin doing writing exercises where i flush out the town, character and story details  next week. (I have the basic story arc. The whole reason i’m doing this is because 1. i saw the words Dark Cabaret on day while surfing the net and suddenly remembered all the Dark Cabaret i used to listen to while preparing for Dolls and how i could have done so much more with that and suddenly all i wanted in life was to do more with it and 2. A few days later while washing dishes and thinking of cabarets i suddenly got a story idea that… that made me stop what i was doing, slowly look up out the kitchen window, and say “Fuuuuck.” It was that moment i knew i was going to do this.

It is a challenge on a number of levels, especially the storytelling and inter character complexities.  I could not have done it a few years ago, but with New Albion under my belt, i think i can now. The fact that i am actually a bit scared as to whether i can pull it off is… one of the big reasons i’m excited and want to do it.

The 1st act could end up being long. There’s no way it’ll be under 30 minutes and it COULD end up being 40 minutes. We’ll see, but if it’s 40, then i will likely make each “book”, that is Act, 40 minutes. Instead of double albums, each release will be this length. But we’ll see. I may simply only have 2 acts in this album. Like i said, i need to start writing. I have a plot and a shitload of details, but no outline and some of those details are spiraling in mental chaos.

Stay tuned.  Oh yeah, Lauren Osborn is the narrator Miss Hannah and Psyche Corp is Han-Mi. I’ll be seeking out males for the other part (s).  We shall speak again soon.

 

 
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Posted by on April 30, 2016 in Uncategorized

 

Lyrics To A Slenderman Musical

Okay, okay. I’m sorry i didn’t post the lyrics online earlier. I keep getting mail asking for them, and i’m finally getting around to it. Sorry, won’t happen again.  I’ll create a link up there in Librettos for future reference.

 

A Slenderman Musical

Act 1

The Abbey 1

Jordan:
Some things will come when you don’t see
Some things that are you won’t believe
and sometimes far away’s the best place you can be

And there out on the other side
Out where the dire and perverse fly
We are all waiting here for you to arrive

In the Abbey

Transcendation

Timothy:
It was a massive multiplayer GPS RPG
with an augmented reality paradigm distribution model STEAM
Sci-fi crowd sourced open narrative backstory and we
ran about, hung out, played the game and smoked some weed

Abed got the game was the first one to play
And showed us all how one late spring day
Soon every afternoon the five of us met
To play Transcend until sunset

When summertime came we played every day
Running round town with our phones in our face
Latices linked, game events unleashed
Beacons sparked, hunts embarked, racking up Prestige

James was the first to crash and burn
Dream from game he could not discern
First tics then shakes then wild eyed rage
He was pulled from school and then put away

We carried on though unbeknownst
We were playing without the app or our phones
Our brains rewried to see the game
Til something saw us and came one day

Redneck Greek Chorus:
Let your world just slip away
Tune inside and play the game

Timothy:
Transcenda… transcenda… trascendation Yeah

Infodump’s Youtube Video:
Hey, this is Infodump with 5 interesting things about the game Trancsendation:

Number 5: The hit game Transcendation, which has groups of players running all over towns across the world is said to be based on a combination of Enochian magick, chaos magick and Heka, an ancient Egyptian religion.

Number 4: The spooky mystical bits were brought in by the game’s main architect Jordan Lane who has been quoted as saying ritual magick is the hacking code of reality

Number 3: Even spookier, both she and the game’s other founder, Sean Foucault, who was also her lover, both disappeared under mysterious circumstances right around the release, some say testing game configurations.

Irina was the next of the five to get
The tic then sick then one day left
But right before dropping out of sight
She called me in the deep of night

She said something about the game
Something bout cracks and something came
Something thin and faceless dark
And of the five twas i he marked

Redneck Greek Chorus:
Let your world just slip away
Tune inside and play the game

Timothy:
Transcenda… transcenda… trascendation Yeah

Abed: We played all day, right?
Michelle: Yeah
Abed: But our phones re right here
Alison: Does anyone actually remember having their phone or pad at any point lately?
Michelle: You can’t play the game without your phone. You can’t play the game without the app. You guys are just being idiots and you’re fucking with my head
Alison: we need to stop
person 2: Aw come on, stop freaking out you’re all overeacting.
Alison: it’s too late
Michelle: it’s not too late
Abed : It is. I’ve seen the man. The one James saw
Michelle: James had a latent condition triggered by overstimulation of his…
Alison: Bullshit. There was nothing wrong with him
Michelle: He’s in the nuthouse!
Timothy: Guys. ‘Ben’s not kidding. I saw the thin man too.
Abed: Where’d you see him?
Timothy: (pause) He’s right there.

It gutted and sliced and sucked an ate
Flesh from bone and blood from brain
Like a spider on a mad and meth fueled drug
It took from me those that i love

I survived, i turned and ran
I never stopped, i never can
I left my home and all i know
The hunted down the moonlit road

Redneck Greek Chorus:
Let your world just slip away
Tune inside and play the game

Timothy:
Transcenda… transcenda… trascendation Yeah

Life On The Run

Timothy:
They taste each tear that you feel
The hounds let loose on your trail

The months and miles meander across the estranged and crooked maze i’ve fled
Across back end roads when jobs pay low ‘til it finds me once again
I might stay days or weeks somewhere. I might almost make a friend
For a few drink, for five minutes, til i’m down the road again

RGC:
All falls round as you go
Along the black mountain road

Timothy:
I see them on the streets sometimes, kids clustered ‘bout my own age
They laugh in packs and touch and kiss, and i yearn, but yearn in vain
Conversation coming harder as isolation stacks the miles
I forget now how to open up or how to make you smile
Or sit still withouth twitching, the tics that tremble track my tears
The seet curves of the moonlit road turn the weeks to months then years

RGC:
All falls round as you go
Along the black mountain road

Timothy:
Another sad motel room. In the stillness there i lay
I always know that it is coming so i listen and i wait

One more drink in one more bar, one more smoke in this stolen car
One more cup at one more stop, one more highway, one more truck
One more motel’s squeaking bed, one more town you painted red
One more girl across the street whose name you won’t know, you’ll never meet
They taste each tear that you feel
The hounds let loose on your trail
One more job that lasts a week. Nights on end you just don’t speak
People, lives you’ll never be, times of warmth you’ll never see

The Bar

Timothy:
Well now three years have come and gone since i’ve been here on the run
And one night this long, dark road leads to pocatello, Idaho
Round abouts it’s Friday night, it’s kind of hopping here with life
So despite myself i think i’ll go ahead and grab a drink
Some preacher on the street’s all whipped up in some kind of heat

Preacher:
Friends are you committed to the way of prayer? Without heavenly prayer you have nothing! Without heavenly prayer you will watch your world crumble, you will watch darkness come for you and all you love. Get on your knees now, tonight, this very moment and recite with me. Recite…

(Timothy enters bar)

Timothy:
Some whiskey sours that are heartburn cheap
the locals laugh and cuss and speak
and flirt and dance and down their drinks round me

I silent sit and soak it up
I listen watc and it’s enough
I catch her eye, loook down, but she walks up

I don’t know how to flirt or chat

Zoe:
Your name’s enough to start if you want

Timothy:
she says at last

Zoe:
It’s been awhile in this place since i’ve seen a brand new face
so maybe humor me a bit, i’ll grab a drink and have a sit
It’s zoe, nice to meet with you
i’m also far from home here too
i got stuck here when i tried awhile back to hitch a ride

Timothy:
And so we talk and smoke and sip our booze

I ask her if she’s trying to score

Zoe:
It’s not like that, i’m into girls.
Just sit back and relax we’ll catch a buzz and hang and chat
a little company if you don’t mind to help us leave our woes behind

Timothy:
The night goes nice and drinks pile fast
It’s been so long since i’ve opened up and
I wonder if i’ve made a friend at last

Chilling At The Motel 6

Timothy:
And so most nights she stops by
the Motel 6 where i’m holed up
we sit out front in two plastic chairs
that face the parking lot

the nights pass kind of pleasant
we drink some beer and smoke a pack
we talk bout where the hunted go
and when the run runs out at last

I lost my way to El Dorado
The winds my will has weathered down
I sometimes think that on the dusty road to nowhere
I’ll sit and sigh and lay my body down

I lost my way to El Dorado
The golden future where i belonged
Is there a moment, a day a week you know that
The destination you once dreamed is gone?

RGC:
The long road lays out til you’re empty
The long road lays you to the ground
Don’t you lay, don’t you lay yourself to memory
Don’t you lay your spirit down

Zoe:
I lost my way to El Dorado
I wandered dazed as in a dream
The bodies piled and the trials stained the miles
on a mpa it turns out i could never read

I lost my way to El Dorado
The girl once with me has collapsed
The ties that kept her all together are in tethers
and in the end she was all i ever had

RGC:
The long road lays out til you’re empty
The long road lays you to the ground
Don’t you lay, don’t you lay yourself to memory
Don’t you lay Don’t you lay your spirit down

Timothy:
I lost my way to El Dorado
The wind just blows across my back
Like a shadow cast that only seeks its body back
But as the miles grow more and more
I cannot picture any more
the warm sweet place for which i long
to ease my soul where i belong
the hope of home where all roads lead
i lost my way and now it’s gone to me
that promised land in which i once believed

The plans of mice and men
fool’s gold bravado
I lost my way to El Dorado

RGC:
The long road lays out til you’re empty
The long road lays you to the ground
Don’t you lay, don’t you lay yourself to memory
Don’t you lay Don’t you lay your spirit down

(Sounds of the Slenderman’s approach begin)

Timothy:
Uh oh…. Get out. Get out! We have to go now. Zoe! Come with me! Just come, we have to go NOW.

Zoe:
Are you breaking into a car?

Timothy:
Just get in. Trust me, we have to go.
On The Run Again

(Car speeds away. Car crashes.)

Zoe:
Timothy…. Timothy you don’t look so good

Timothy:
You’re not even hurt… Wha… what’s going…?

Zoe:
Timothy, we don’t have much time

Timothy:
How are you not hurt?

Zoe:
Shh. Sh.
Just listen, i need a little… favor…

Possession

Zoe:
I must possess you, I must crawl under your skin
access, ingress you, you must let me in
i must enter circumvent you , ride your body wear your skin
just open up, embrace me and let me dwell within

I’ve been working up to tell you but it seems we’re out of time
there’s a detail left unmentioned… I am not quite alive
All this time that we’ve been hanging to most it looks like you’re alone
only some can see me cause I’m afraid that i’m a ghost

Now please dont let it throw you all else ive said is true
and its long since i have had a friend, someone like you
But before you bleed on out here and the slender man arrives
if i can come crawl in there I’d really like to hitch a ride

I must possess you, I must crawl under your skin
access, ingress you, you must let me in
i must enter circumvent you , ride your body wear your skin
just open up, embrace me and let me dwell within

I have wandered for a while, looked so hard for one like you
that the tall thin man is hunting, I just want to come with too
When he catches you and frankly that’s a minute here from now
let me in, I’ll take the pain, go to sleep, just lay your spirit down

Now trust may be a small issue, leaving your body to my care
but i swear my reason’s worthy, I just need your skin to wear
I must find out where he takes you, where he goes on with his prey
I have hunted long the hunter, this chance may not come again

I must possess you, I must crawl under your skin
access, ingress you, you must let me in
i must enter circumvent you , ride your body wear your skin
just open up, embrace me and let me dwell within

I must possess you, access, ingress you
i must enter circumvent you ride your body wear your skin
just open up, embrace me and let me dwell within

Thank you. Listen, i’ll take really good care of your body. Okay let me just… get in here…. …… it’s coming…

Act 2

The Abbey 2

Jordan:
The time may come when you may see
places you may not believe
out beyond there where the wisest will not leave

And on the day that you arrive
out the world’s other side
we are here, the few, the mad, the watching eyes

The world’s walls are fragile things
The less you know the best youll be
but alas if one day you slip through and see

There’s an old and lonely place
between chaos and array,
the last outpost, wont you stop inside and stay?

Welcome To The Decadent Abbey

Jordan:
A cup of tea made from a late nights spring kiss
not the worst thing youll drink and it gives a nice lift
Relax, a deep breath, it’s a long way youve come
out the walls of the world to the vague lands beyond

Our plan went just perfetct, we’ve readied for years
to capture a slender man passing through here
and you were his prize, but youre safe with us, warm
in here the last post on reality’s shore

Residents:
The decadent abbey
The last midnight comes and goes past
and the cracks in the ballroom appear

The decadent abbey
The fool with his thumb in the hole
as the dark waters rise and grow near

Jordan:
This way, its a maze i know, please follow me
There’s wings where there’s things that you don’t need to see
The thin man’s quite scary perhaps you need, say,
a change of pants, you’d be far from the first, there’s no shame

If not you must come we’ve prepared a great feast
you should meet and should greet since it’s doubtful youll leave
Samuel will speak, just relax, you’ll adapt
though all those who come here eventually go mad

Residents:
The decadent abbey
The last midnight comes and goes past
and the cracks in the ballroom appear

The decadent abbey
The fool with his thumb in the hole
as the dark waters rise and grow near

Samuel:
For my mother, my sister and for you, Jordan
So much like them you are
to save you there’s no length too far i’d go
cast your burdens to the wind
open up and let me in

Raise a glass at last our mad and addled scheme has come to pass
Our half cocked sad and desperate plan, the snare that snags the slender man
This abbeys stood and held the cracks some thousand years, and all’ve gone mad
Alas, a thankless fruitless task until at last we’ve stricken back

The leash that holds the vile and wiley smiley man
The render bender when he catch you ends you Slender Man
The bonds that bind the boogie man, well if they can
drink a round now lads the snare that snags the slender man

The teeth that creep and slowly seep inside the walls and crawls and reeks
and hunts, from wicked this way comes and takes those who once we’ve loved
In all the time this abbey’s stood upon the walls of our fair world
and watch the things from outside come and only now we’ve snagged us one

The leash that holds the vile and wiley smiley man
The render bender when he catch you ends you Slender Man
The bonds that bind the boogie man, well if they can
drink a round now lads the snare that snags the slender man

Jordan:
the ugly things i feel
sometimes they’re all i think is real
and Sam i know you want to help in spite of myself

Samuel:
My dear welcome here it’s a pleasure

Zoe:
It’s a pleasure i guess

Samuel:
Our thanks to you all worked out quite for the best
The Order explained of your quest you’ll need find
the Librarians who can explain all in time
i see you’ve met Jordan she can show you your room

Jordan:
I can show you your room

Zoe:
That’d be nice, you can come anytime that you choose

Jordan:
Anytime? day or night?

Zoe:
Day or night. Although night has a nice charm…

Jordan:
Arent you the cheeky one

Samuel:
Excuse me now time for a toast, drink on up

Residents:
The decadent abbey
The last midnight comes and goes past
and the cracks in the ballroom appear

The decadent abbey
The fool with his thumb in the hole
as the dark waters rise and grow near

Zoe & Timothy 1

Zoe:
This place is like a maze, i can’t tell where is where
Tim:
Were you just hitting on that girl back there?
Zoe:
Yeah, of course why not? She was totally hot
Tim:
Dude, that’s my body that you’ve got
Zoe:
Yeah, i know, but, you know i’ve never had or wore one of these… dangly bits before. Come on, i have to try it out, see what the fuss is all about
Tim:
Dude, that my body
Zoe:
A guy’s body anywhere near my bed is not my first choice like i said but i have to make due with what i’ve got and if you were in my spot in a girl’s body, you know, wouldn’t you want to have a go?
Tim:
Wha…. aw come on. I haven’t been laid in like a year and i’m gonna have to sit right here and watch you get some in my body
Zoe:
Ooo, yeah, you’re gonna be watching the whole time. That’s.. kind of creepy. it’s not my thing the whole threesome with a guy fling
Tim:
But it’s my body!
Zoe:
On the other hand you might learn a few things
Tim:
OMG! What if she’s a lesbian?
Zoe:
I’m a lesbian, it’s great.
Tim:
No, you’re in my body
Zoe:
omg, for the first time i’m hoping a hot chick is straight
Tim:
It’s gonna kill me to watch me get laid and not be there
Zoe:
Well, okay, say, you wanna come out for a bit? in the middle, for like five minutes? Or is that too long, i hear things about guys and short mating spans
Tim:
Wa… pfshh, not i, that’s totally other guys. Although, if it’s the first time with a chick and lord knows it’s been awhile.. omg this conversation is so wrong
Zoe:
On so many levels. Here’s to going to hell
Tim:
This is isn’t hell it’s just a… weird place.
Zoe:
I am way more comfortable talking about getting laid then this weird shit.
Tim:
Aren’t you objectivfying…
Zoe:
look, it’s been a long time for me come on, just let me see, test drive a little trip, try out your ugly little dangly bit
Tim:
It is not little! And i want that five minutes!
Zoe:
You cannot blow it during your five minutes
Tim:
And you’re gonna have to learn how to list baseball players in my head
Zoe:
Where i’m from we don’t have baseball teams. We have Manchester United…
Tim:
I don’t even know what that means…

Jordan

Jordan:
I
So at last Slender Man eye to eye here we stand
Girl to beast, lash to teeth
With whip in hand i grasp you are mine at last
Let’s play game: do you feel pain?

And as i tear your flesh all bare what will i find down deep in there
Are those you snare in there somewhere?
As i excrete grief from the beast, if you cannot bring him back to me
At least you can scream for me

II
Back in the day, when all i did was make games…

The way Daddy’d say back in hazy days
I’m the princess in the tower he’d come to save
Alas life it plays sad and darker games
It was daddy who never came back one day

So i made games with more than faith the rules won’t break
It’s what the sad girl, mad girl did as she grew to a bad girl
Worlds i’d create and state the stakes by which you play
Became my vision, mission, maybe just a bit obsession

My teenage goth attire, coding, psych design
And the pile of occult books i’d aquirred
Soon Universities came to persue me
Game theorist savant they thought i’d be

A few years passed and then one day as undergrad
His smile grabbed me, had me, in love with him so very madly
Two sides the same we hid away, created games
And how we made them, played them, created the next generation

Basements deep beneath the gothic house that we
Bought and built a maze down underneath
To test out new game live, with friends at night til five
Transcendation, the creation, the game changer of our time

But while we tested things unholy came unrested
In our maze there, came here, something dark and sharp insane there
And my sweet Sean for whom i long for now he’s gone
The thing it flayed him, slayed him, i watched it while it stood and ate him

It tried to take me but i knew some spells to save me
That created a gate that led me to this Abbey’s basement
For years we’ve planned to catch us a Slender Man
And i’ll chastize him, defile him see if my Sean’s still inside him

III
And as i tear your flesh all bare what will i find down deep in there
Are those you snare in there somewhere?
As i excrete grief from the beast, if you cannot bring him back to me
At least you can scream for me

(whips the shit out of the Slenderman)

Entropy

Residents In The West Wing:
The bones that beat against their mere meat cages
They rot and plot and try arrays of escapes but
They fly from entropy to fantasia

Camped in a land between discord and arrangement
Whispers from corners that you dare not engage with
Fly me from entropy to fantasia

There’s no one here who’ll keep their reason from caving
We grow some things to make their transit less painful
Fly me from entropy to fantasia

One day the cracks in consciousness reave your psyche
And we’ll be here for you our prodigal junkie
Fly me from entropy to fantasia

Zoe & Timothy 2

Zoe:
That’s definitely messed up, they’re strung out on hard core drugs
Timothy:
I know, i would never..
Zoe:
But it’d be fun to spend a night getting wasted, a little messed up
Timothy:
Wait, what?
Zoe:
Nothing hard, just something fun, little mary and molly…
Timothy:
i gave that shit up back when i was on the run
Zoe:
Been awhile and then some since i caught a nice buzz
Timothy:
Oh my god you’re like the houseguest from hell
Zoe:
Well…
Timothy:
I loan and i mean loan you my body and all you want to do with it is get laid and get high?
Zoe:
And you are welcome
Timothy:
You’re gonna fry my brain and give me syphillus
Zoe:
Timothy, if anyone needs to get laid and catch a buzz it is you, son
Timothy:
I tried something on the run and got so paranoid and i was already high strung
Zoe:
I know about your suicidal thoughts
Timothy:
Wait, what?
Zoe:
And i’m serious on this one, you could use a little fun
Timothy:
We’re in an extra dimensional house of usher you think you can just find some guy named Snake and ask if we can score?
Zoe:
They’re smoking something in this palce, of that i am sure
Timothy:
You are not using my body to get wasted
Zoe:
You’ll be there too, it’ll be fun, two for the price of one!
Timothy:
My body will hate you when you’re done
Zoe:
Thank me more like
Timothy:
How come with all this weirdness, this whole messed up trip we just talk about sex and drugs?
Zoe:
Cause i am scared as shit

Samuel

Samuel:
For my mother, my sister, and for you, Jordan

Sing with me child as the day grows long and stardust fills your eyes
Sing with me child of the love enver lost, your mother’s lullabye

There’s langue it’s speaking, some terrible tongue
In this creature’s cries
I’ll crack its cant and peel its prose
Know what it says in time

I shall not rest, to see this creature up close, its skin, its marks..
(spoken: “Has someone been whipping this creature? Seriouslly, has someone been lashing this thing. This look like whip marks…”)

Sing with me child as the day grows long and stardust fills your eyes
Sing with me child of the love enver lost, your mother’s lullabye

Back a long bit, i was a child exorcist

Get back devil, won’t you get back down
Get back to the glory of the lord
Get down devil won’t you get down and out
Get back to the glory of the lord

I drove out the devil for the glory of the lord,
witness for the glory of the lord
At ten years old they’d come from miles around to see me
driving out the devil for the glory of the lord

Get back devil, won’t you get back down…

My mother was afflicted how the demons they would come
every few months and they’d take over her mind
I’d say “get out you devil!” all night long and she would cry
And i’d bring her back again into the light

Get back devil, won’t you get back down…

The demons kept returning to my mother i must tell
I was left to raise my sister by myself
Pastor Ken he warned me that the females of my blood
Were marked and plagued by satan there himself

“Get out you devil”, to my mama oh i cried
A witness for the glory of the lord
On stage the crowds adored me but night after night i sat
With my sister while my mama wept some more

Get back devil, won’t you get back down…

Adolescence changes us from the children who we were
I started seeing different aspects of the world
Mental illness was the struggle that mother had and well,
All the screaming, prancing i had done was not a help

She took her life one day never once aware
Of any type of treatment, medication, doctor’s care
I quite the church, i went to school and studied there
Neuroscience, embarked upon a well acclaimed career

But at career’s cusp my sister she fell ill
Same affliction as my mother and i used all my skill
To diagnose, to find a cure for what she had
But all my skill revealed that in fact, she was not mad

It was a demon that did plague my sister’s mind
Just like the pastor said, it hunted down my female line
So back to church and on to seminary too
A different set of skills to learn to see the long fight through

Get back devil, won’t you get back down
Get back to the glory of the lord
Get down devil won’t you get down and out
Get back to the glory of the lord

The Holy Sacred Order Of The Bleeding Rose i joined
Which hunts these horrors all across the land
They taught me of the veil that leads beyond the world
And the Abbey and the dusk on which it stands

And when my sister took her life
And nothing else was left for me in the world any more
I offered to come over
To help the Abbey run
This place of no return who breaks all who come

The Librarians

The Residents:
Falling round the falling round the falling round the fringe
Losing what you thought you knew but never really did
Falling round the falling round the falling round the fringe
Peeling back the layers that were placed there inch by inch

Samuel:
A banshee’s dream, for days it seems
I listen to your screams and think
I poke and pry to find out what they mean
I’ve lost some sleep but i believe
The secret’s near and soon we’ll see
What lies beneath the banshee’s dream

The Residents:
Falling round the falling round the falling round the fringe…

Jordan:
A banshee’s dream, for days it seems
I listen to your screams and think
I try to find out where my sweet might be
I’ve lost some sleep but i believe
He’s in there now so close to me
A sweet caress of flesh is all he needs
(has sex with the bound Slenderman)

Timothy:
I think we’re finally here
Zoe:
Good, cause i can’t walk anymore
Timothy:
Well it says library
Zoe:
Go on then, open the door

The Librarians:
Rats in teddy bear suits are librarians are teddy bears
In rat suits are librarians now quiet, quiet please

Our books are never dwindling we have some from the beginning
Which is sooner than you’re thinking from your bubble bubble Ohm
Books from Alexandria, Xianyang palace are here with us
And tell your truthful genesis which you have all forgot

Rats in teddy bear suits are librarians…

This Abbey’s on the Bubble, it’s the Bubble keeps out trouble
And inside your species snuggles, snuggle, buggle, hum, Ohm
The universe that you observe is just a backdrop, a game world
A closed system that you’re curled in, in your Bubble Bubble Ohm

Rats in teddy bear suits are librarians…

On your Bubble’s back this Abbey stands and minds the cracks
Creates prayers and sends them back for your species to recite
These prayers, audio vibrations, keep the Bubble seal complacent
Assuming enough people say them. So say your prayers tonight

Don’t worry bout the meaning, it’s the syllables you’re speaking
That keep your Bubble from leaking, Baruch Atoh, Our Father, Hari… Ohm

Rats in teddy bear suits are librarians…

The fog outside this abbey leads to the true reality
from whence these creatures come. Zoe, we know of what you seek.
The proximity of the Slenderman inside is degenerating your minds
Faster than the normal time it takes to make your psyches seep

Rats in teddy bear suits are librarians…

The Time At Last

Samuel:
I almost see, i’ve peeled beneath
the droning tones, know what they mean
Oh Jordan, if you just were here with me

Its cries i’ve saved upon this tape
and backwards half speed i will play it,
somewhere here some meaning it must lay

(Plays tape of Slenderman’s voice. Hears it singing his mother’s lullabye)

AH!

Zoe:
When the sense you make is crumbling
And goddamn freaking teddy bears you see
And they warn you that this place
And all inside are going insane
The time at last has come to leave

Jordan:
As i caress and ride your flesh
And search beneath the reek and press
Upon your dark and festered chest…

Samuel:
Jordan, it is i, i fear i’m losing here my mind
Dear god, what are you doing?
What are you doing with that thing?

Jordan:
I must possess him, i must crawl under his skin
Access, ingress him

Samuel:
Let me too come in
I will enter and ascend you, Flesh to flesh and skin to skin
Open up, embrace me

Jordan:
Come to us, come on in

Jordan:
As i caress and ride your flesh Oh
Upon your festered chest And search beneath the reeking mess Oh
Where loves lays bound surpressed As i caress Oh
Your flesh and search beneath Oh
Where is my love Oh
You hide so deep Oh Where is Oh
My love Oh
You hide Oh
So deep Oh
So lost Oooooooh

Samuel:
The song i heard my mother sing My sister too while Oh
I sang to her while she lay dying and you are them right Oh
Jordan, sister, oh
Let me hear my sister speak Oh
On my flesh you comfort Oh
Come and comfort me Oh
Jordan Oh
Mother Oh
Sister Oh
Jordan oooooooooh

Zoe:
Omg, what are you doing? Jesus that’s disgusting. Oh no, no

Timothy:
Zoe, what are we going to do?

Zoe:
We’re bloody leaving here right now

Timothy:
Not to get too hung up on details, but how?

Zoe:
The same way we came in Timothy: You don’t mean the murder monster?

Zoe:
Of course, but this time we ride the bastard like a horse. Brace yourself, we’re getting on, we’re heading out into the fog

Away, away from out the madness
Away, to find the girl from out the blackness

RGC:
When the last call rings in silence
the patrons passed out in the streer
The god of wine arrives and crucifies all those inside
the time at last has come to leave

When your lover’s burnt the bedroom
When the children show their teeth
and paint upon each door a mark in blood you know not what for
the time has come to leave

When the black boots close the borders
The shop girls eye you hungrily
and the huntsmen come and only you without a gun
the time has come to leave

(Zoe/Timothy ride the Slenderman through the Abbey, smash through a window and fly into the Fog Beyond.)

Act 3

Beyond The Fog

Mother:
Singe with me child as the day grows long
And stardust fills your eyes
Sing with me child of the love never lost
Your mother’s lullabye

Timothy:
I thought the teddy bears said this was the true reality

Zoe:
Well apparently true reality sucks

Zoe:
timothy… i’m not doing so fine… i’m not sure i can keep it together…
T: ok, maybe just close your eyes. This is… hey you ever read Lovecraft?

Zoe:
No, isn’t he some racist nerd author?

Timothy:
Woah, dude, he’s like an early 20th century horror master

Zoe:
Oh god no. You have to read Anne of Green Gables.

Timothy:
What a gable?

Zoe:
It’s like a… don’t ask. But she’s awesome. She’s like a badass but in this totally subtle victorian way.

Timothy:
Lovecraft’s monsters are badass, i’d say.

Zoe:
This is like, real people with real problems

Timothy:
I’d point out supernatural death monsters are a very real problem for us.

Zoe:
Point taken. But which story would you rather be in right now, lovecraft or anne of green gables?

Timothy:
Yeah, okay. I am down with gables. So for…

Zoe:
I think that’s the thing we’re headed towards.

Mother’s House

RGC:
After all the lonesome miles
You have fled in desperate bounds
Just like she swore you will come crawling back once more
Welcome home to mother’s house

Scraps of meat lay in the hallway
The beast you hunted hunts you now
Who shall be prey today and other lovely games we’ll play
Welcome home to mother’s house

It’s a maze of meat and shadows
Where things that smile and crawl hang out
Though long ago you left we’re oh so gald you’re back again

It’s the mind of smethng monstrous
You were an idea that got out
We hope you had your day we trust you’ve come back now to stay
Welcome home to mother’s house

Mother:
After all the lonesome miles
You have fled in desperate bounds
Just like i swore you have come crawling back once more
Welcome home to mother’s house

Inside The House

(Zoe/Timothy trudge through the bizarre place)

Zoe:
(humming)

Timothy:
What are you doing?

Zoe:
I’m reciting this… it’s kind of like a chant.

Timothy:
Why?

Zoe:
I had to memorize it some time back.

Timothy:
why did you have to memorize it?

Zoe:
I have instructions. They’re a bit bizarre. If i ever got this far.

Timothy:
Do you actually know where we are?

Zoe:
Not exactly, but they told me a little bit some time back… HEY!

Timothy:
What?

Zoe:
The Slender Man just grabbed my ass

Timothy:
Oh, Nasty! You know, after that little… threesome we saw back there

Zoe:
Don’t remind me

Timothy:
well thank goodness you never slept that jordan chick. I mean i swear can you believe she was doing it with the slender man and samuel?

Zoe:
Timothy! Tell me you are not slut shaming. Not cool.

Timothy:
WHAT!?!

Zoe:
she’s a right to bed anyone she wants not be judged

Timothy:
but it’s a death creature from hell

Zoe:
so was my first girlfriend. What, you’ve never had one?

Timothy:
well,. it’s been three years since i even..

Zoe:
Slut shaming, totally not cool.. (Slender man grabs ass again) HEY Stop it!

Timothy:
I think he has taste now for sex. He wants to hump you.

Zoe:
Hump ME? You mean hump YOU. This is YOUR body

Timothy:
Oh NOW it’s my body

Zoe:
you can definitely get your five minutes now, you’re free and clear..

Timothy:
Shit.

Zoe:
i think we’re here…

(Enters Mother’s Room)

Timothy:
Jesus Christ what is that thing? It’s like.. some amorphous mass..

Zoe:
It looks like a pile of meat vomit

Mother:
Well well. What do we have here?
One of my children… How interesting.
Little ghost, how did you get here?
Let me see your memories, little ghost. How did you just walk into my house?

Zoe

Zoe:
It came in crashing and the thrashing
And i smashed the blender
where we made our smoothies right into its screaming face

And though it killed me it fled and left
My Reina there still standing
But her daughter Claire it grabbed and took away

Reina, i loved her and her daughter Claire
She had while back in high school
With some loser when she still hoped she was straight

I never quite believed when Claire there was something
Tall and haunted in the house
But Reina sought help right away

She was all that i’d adored
I loved her but i failed her more

I left my heart and a few things more
Pooled in a puddle on the kitchen floor
All i loved in this life and more
I left my heart on the kitchen floor

Reina went through priests and pastors
Til we sat down with some monks
The Sacred Order of the Bleeding Rose one day

And they agreed that Claire was hunted
but they gave me some jade necklace
and said i was key to some end game they played

And so i died and Claire was gone
And i watched Reiana slip
Into a deep depression in a ward she checked one day

And though a ghost the Order
sure enough could see me
Told me Claire still lived but had been taken someplace far away

She was all that i’d adored
I loved her but i failed her more

I left my heart and a few things more
Pooled in a puddle on the kitchen floor
All i loved in this life and more
I left my heart on the kitchen floor

I know the truth
That it was me who brought this down
I brought that quiji board to claire and we played on that late spring day

Some people say they’ll go to
hell and back to save you
Well i will and i’ll see Reina smile once again some day

She was all that i’d adored
I loved her but i failed her more

I left my heart and a few things more
Pooled in a puddle on the kitchen floor
All i loved in this life and more
I left my heart on the kitchen floor

I left my heart, some limbs and more
I wandered out through walls and doors
I loved her but i failed her more
I left my heart on the kitchen floor

Timothy & Samuel

Samuel:
Zoe can you hear me?

Timothy:
Samuel, is that you?

Samuel:
Who is this? Where’s Zoe?

Timothy:
This is Tim. It’s my body Zoe’s used.
How are you in my head? Oh, it was that chant

Sam: Yes.

Timothy:
Are you okay? We saw you with the Slender Man…

Samuel:
We don’t need to ever speak of that again.

Timothy:
Right. You’re okay, then?

Samuel:
It was two weeks ago, i’m fine.

Timothy:
Two weeks?! It’s been a couple hours

Samuel:
Ah, yes. Time…
time between veils is not quite in sync.
Where’s Zoe?

Timothy:
she’s telling her story to this big ugly thing

Samuel:
Are you actually in front of it?

Timothy:
Yeah.

Samuel:
And it hasn’t eaten you yet?

Timothy:
No. What do you mean yet?

Samuel:
Brilliant! Don’t close this astral link

Timothy:
I don’t even undestand what that means…
Oh hang on, the ugly thing is gonna speak

Mother

Mother:
Come and kiss your mother
It’s been a long time come
Since your species up and left me
Ah, but i don’t hold a grudge

My sweets, i am the mother
Of all of your sad kind
I birthed you, what dark, frightful games
We played once you and i

This is my Red Realm
Here i am Queen
though i have siblings
i doubt you’ll ever meet

and they have their Realms
we rarely speak that much
though sometimes we mate, afterwards
we try to eat each other up

A very special brother
We copulated once
Your species was the result
The smartest i have spawned

You lived with me millenium
Such sweet games we played
The hunt, the blood, the double cross
The psychodrama escapades

But one day you escaped me
I know that you had help
You all fled and in that cursed
Bubble you’ve since dwelled

My other little monsters
They’re dear to me too
But they can’t play my games with me
Half as good as you

So i send youor siblings
Like my tall and slender son
To squirm into that bubble
And bring you back here one by one

You’ve come for sweet old Claire
Who arrived just yesterday
And i’ve not played with nor have eaten her
So i suggest a game

None of you have simply
Walked back into my house
Little ghost and little man
You are something else

Play a game with me my seets
We’ll have a lovely time
You win, you take the girl and go
You lose and you are mine

One at a time…. Who’s first? Who’s first, my sweets?

Show respect to Mother
Come kiss me on the mouth
Your life i made, it’s mine to take
When suppertime comes round

Show repsect to Mother
You naughty little sweets,
Now you’ve come home to hang your bones
And snuggle up with me

Show some respect
Respect to mother
Come grovel at my feet

Beg and pleed
Stay my sweets
And play my games with me

Zoe & Timothy 3

Timothy:
i must play the dark cruel game
i must run the deadly maze
but you must step aside
please you must be who survives

i can face if its my day
i’ve run a good and well fought race
and you im glad i’ve known
it was good to not be all alone

I’d have never made it through
I’d have never made it through
alone

I hope we live some years from now
with some nice girls in some nice town
and you and i have homes and lives
and on friday nights

In some bar we always meet
have some drinks and luaghs and see
we’re still friends down the road
we have our backs we’re not alone

I’d have never made it through
I’d have never made it through
Alone

Zoe:
I’m glad you’re with me too
I never would have made it through
And i would love your dream
To all come true, but don’t you see…

I was dead when we first met
There’s no life for me here when
This ends it’s only you
Who has a future to run to

I’d have never made it through
I’d have never made it through
Alone

Timothy:
but i’m the gamer and here’s a game
i’m the best chance we can save
the girl you’ve come here to atone
and bring back home

i can face if its my day
i’ve run a good and well fought race
and you im glad i’ve known
it was good to not be all alone

The Hunt

Mother:
What game shall we play today?
Oh, i know. It’s variation of The Hunt, called Survive An Hour.
Time to begin my sweet. Ready, set, go.

(Timothy runs. The hunt is on.)

Samuel:
Timothy it’s Samuel

Zoe:
Samuel, you’re all right!

Samuel:
Zoe!

Timothy:
This is not a good time to use my head a chat room

Samuel:
I’m calling to help. I’ve got Jordan here.

Timothy,
wait, how many people are in my head?

Samuel:
Listen, we heard everything. We’re going to try to come up with a plan but i need to contact the rest of the Order.

T:
They better not all show up in my brain too

Samuel:
We’ll get back to you tomorrow

T:
Tomorrow?!?

Samuel:
Five minutes. Five minutes your time.

Mother & RGC:
Peek a boo, well i see you
Where’s my naughty cub?
This little piggy went to town
and i could eat him up

I catch you yet and suck your flesh
Your bones will pick my teeth
Little piggy, mama comes
comes for you, my sweet

Samuel:
Tim?

Timothy:
Oh good. Please tell me there’s a plan.

Samuel:
There’s a plan.

Timothy:
What’s the plan?

Samuel:
Don’t die.

Timothy:
That’s the plan?!

Samuel:
it’s a good plan. Don’t screw it up.

Timothy:
You can’t be serious.

Samuel:
No, we really do have a good plan, but it all hangs on Jordan. She’s going to need.. awhile.

Timothy:
I don’t have awhile, man. This thing is hunting me

Samuel:
Jordan can do it in about 10 days. It’ll come close to the end of the hour you’ve got. We can do. Just stay alive.

Mother & RGC:
Peek a boo, well i see you
Where’s my naughty cub?
This little piggy went to town
and i could eat him up

I catch you yet and suck your flesh
Your bones will pick my teeth
Little piggy, mama comes
comes for you, my sweet

Zoe:
What’s happening? T: The Slender Man caught me. He’s right on top of me. He’s.. smelling me.. and… rubbing himself on me

Zoe:
He might be trying to decide whether to eat you or hump you

Timothy:
What do i do?

Zoe:
You might want to try… rubbing his crotch with your hand

Timothy:
WHAT?

Samuel:
No, it’s a good idea. He’s confused. He can’t decide if people are for eating or mating.

Zoe:
Timothy, just… pleasure him.

Timothy:
Pleasure him?!

Zoe:
Yeah, just bite the bullet

Timothy:
You know, if the circumstances were reversed, if we were in your body and i was telling you to do the exact same thing it would be totally over the line

Zoe:
I know, but… if it were life and death…

Timothy:
I can’t do it

Zoe:
Timothy…

Timothy:
No, i… i CAN’T do it

Samuel:
I’ll do it. I have a certain responsibility and.. i’ve done it before

Zoe:
You did a whole lot more than this…

Samuel:
Can we not… do this right now? Just give me control of your body, i’ll take over, i’ll do it

………

Samuel:
All right, here’s your body back

Timothy:
I think i’m gonna be sick

Zoe:
Just get out of there, just keep going

Samuel:
Jordan is almost finished. We’re almost done. All you have to do is stay alive a couple more minutes…

Timothy:
Oh shit

Mother & RGC:
Little sow i found you now
the game’s come to a heat
i suck you dry my cherry pie
give mama what she needs

you’ve lost the gig now little pig
i slurp and lick you up
you’ve come now then to your end
give mama what she’s won

Mother:
Little ghost don’t fret there’s no
way he was gonna leave
If he’d have won i’d still have gone
and eaten him you see

I lied, a bad habit that i’ve got
I’m working on it
No i’m not
First i suck his soul away
then your turn to play my games

Return Of The Librarians

Timothy:
Why’d she stop?
Is that the teddy bears?

Zoe:
Oh i HATE the teddy bears

Timothy:
Omg, i LOVE the teddy bears

Zoe:
What are they dragging behind them?

Timothy:
It’s cable. They’re dragging cable.

Librarians:
Greetings maternal mass, we come here bearing gifts unasked for
but your former children have quite the solution you may seek

You want to play somes games with your dear human children, say
we’ve got one millions of them play, you too can be a gamer geek

This game called Transcendation, it’s addictive and engaging
you can sit and always play it, Jordan’s reworked it a bit

Millions will play against you, you’ll need never yearn to send through
any more monsters to tend to the abductions, kills and hits

We’ve install this in your home, and you will leave the earth alone
and let these few poor poeple go, the slender man can take them home

Rats in teddy bear suits are librarians are teddy bears
In rat suits are librarians now quiet, quiet please

We see a lot, we do. Oh dear listener we see you
and we’ve very pleasant news: timothy, zoe and claire
ride the slender man on back to the earth and we will catch up
with them, finish out the act after this little interlude

Infodump’s Youtube Video:
Number 2: Transcendation 2.0 introduced the world to the most advanced and popular game AI of all time. Winning multiple awards, the AI, Mother, brilliantly executed and notoriously tough to beat, will even hold IM conversations with people as they play which many argue are actually being written by live people, staffed by the game to interact with the players.

Number 1: An entire fandom culture has formed around Trancendation’s AI, Mother, with some of the craziest cosplay costumes ever. Some really out there fans insist the AI is real and swear spooky, occult methods can be utilized to actually meet this character, and there are even a few missing persons cases involving die hard fans.

Zoe & Timothy 4

Timothy:
We finally arrived, is this gonna be goodbye?

Z: I have to get Claire back and today’s a perfect time

Timothy:
what do we do about the slender man?

Zoe:
He doesn’t seem to want to murder people like he did beforehand

Timothy:
No he just wants to have sex with everyone

Zoe:
Which is a lot better.

Timothy:
So we just let some ugly oversexed creature loose unsupervised?

Zoe:
Men have been left unsupervised for quite some time

Timothy:
Ha ha. We really would be letting a hyper aggressive supernatural lust… we’d basically be letting a rape monster run around

Zoe:
Think of him like an animal and train him. Maybe you could use electro shock until he’s docile

Timothy:
So i’d be wandering the land, a boy and his pet slender man?

Zoe:
It’s kind of picturesque… look, i really gotta fly.I gotta get Claire home and it’s important that it’s today

Timothy:
All right i’ll manage

Zoe:
Are you gonna be okay?

Timothy:
Yeah

Zoe:
You can get the order to help you train him or something

Timothy:
Or something. Don’t worry i got this.

Zoe:
Okay. Listen, Timothy, i’m serious, you’re one of the fniest human beings i’ve ever known and i promise to look you up before …you know, i go

Timothy:
Okay. You’re awesome, Zoe.

Zoe:
Remember, girlfriends, homes and friday night beer

Timothy:
You can find me right here.

Zoe:
Take care

T: Looks like it’s you and me, Slendy. I gotta plan. Hey, hey look… look over there… no, right there. You see that? Right over there? Yeah that thing….

(Shoots the Slenderman in the head. )

Timothy:
Yeah, fuck you. I’m getting a good night’s sleep for once.

Happy Birthday, Love Zoe

(Zoe walks into the Psych Ward where Reina has been for the last several years)

Zoe:
I know your heart was torn away
so lost you fell apart that day
and i know you can’t hear me say

I’ve gone across a distant sea
so far away, searched and retrieved
I brought her back for you you see

Happy birthday
It was all that i could do
Happy birthday
From me to you

You just see nothing now i know
You think you’re simply all alone,
sitting here so quietly

But the one who loves you yet
has returned from far off with
that long lost heart for which you weep

Happy birthday
It was all that i could do
Happy birthday
From me to you

I know you sit here unaware
that i’m beside you now right here
cheek to cheek and face to face

I guess i just came by this once
to bring back to you what you loved
Maybe you’ll smile again one day

Happy birthday
It was all that i could do
Happy birthday
From me to you

Happy birthday
There’ nothing for you i’d not do
Happy birthday
from me to you

 
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Posted by on April 28, 2016 in Uncategorized

 

See Photos From The Purchase, New York Production Of Dolls

The Purchase run of Dolls has come and gone and alas i was unable to see it. But we have now shots of the performance which, honestly, are gorgeous and well worth sharing. Really gorgeous, actually. Take a gander.

If you click on it, it expands.

 
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Posted by on April 24, 2016 in Uncategorized

 

The Spanish Translation of Dolls Of new Albion

Have you been sitting around scowling into your cup of tea, yelling at the cat “DAMMIT,  I WANT DOLLS IN SPANISH? Well my scowly little cherub, wait no more!  Neri Romero has gone and translated the entire piece into Spanish (specifically Castilian Spanish) in case you were looking to put it up in a Spanish speaking area. Here it is, should you ever be needing it:

THE DOLLS OF NEW ALBION

(Los Muñecos de Nueva Albion):
UNA ÓPERA STEAMPUNK
PRIMER ACTO:

Nueva Albion 1 (New Albion 1)

(Escena: La ciudad steampunk de Nueva Albion. Nuestra Narradora parece estar
llevándonos en una visita guiada.)

Narradora:
Hace varios cientos de años
Un monje y un apostador se embarcaron
En un largo viaje por las interminables praderas del norte
Tuvieron un fiero debate
Sobre Dios, el azar y el destino
Y para resolverlo acordaron que debía jugarse un juego de cartas, indudablemente

El juego continuó todo el día
Y el siguiente y el siguiente jugaron
Y a su alrededor un refugio se construyó para resguardarse de la lluvia
Una calle alrededor del refugio se formó,
Y después una iglesia, una casa, un bar…

Y así fue como la ciudad de Nueva Albion nació.
Así fue como la ciudad de Nueva Albion nació.

Nueva Albion a día de hoy,
Con calles bulliciosas, máquinas, cafés
Y los buenos, los sabios, los excéntricos y los dementes
La Mafia la lleva
Un enano pelirrojo y tuerto
Que decide sus negocios con un par de dados plateados
Sobre los Pilotos de la Unión de Zepelines
Preside un jefe castrati
Y oímos su canción cada tarde cuando vuela
Hay prisiones hechas de plomo
Y gárgolas de fragmentos de hierro
Y Annabelle McAlistair que está resucitando a los muertos.
Annabelle McAlistair que está resucitando a los muertos.

La Logia de la Calle Ashland
Es donde el Gremio de Alquimistas se reúne
Y para unirte has de elaborar una perla a partir del sueño de una chica joven
Un grupo de ladrones se interó
E irrumpieron en la logia para robar las perlas
Pero a la mañana siguiente allí estaban, imperturbables

La niebla del ocaso, o eso dicen
Un afrodisíaco contiene
No tiene sentido, mas copulan en los portales de todas formas
Hay inventores y endogamia
En las clases altas dicho está

Y Annabelle McAlistair que está resucitando a los muertos.
La pequeña Annabelle, oh, con su cabecita pensante.
Oh, Annabelle McAlistair que está resucitando a los muertos.

Annabelle resucita a los muertos  (Annabelle raises the dead)

(Escena: Dentro del laboratorio de Annabelle McAlistair. Está repleto de todo tipo de
artilugios de equipamiento científico y maquinaria de la era victoriana. En el centro
de todo eso, sentado en una silla hay un maniquí maquinal. Annabelle va de un lado
a otro del laboratorio frenéticamente, preparándose.)

Annabelle:
Conectando todos los diales y los alambres y las espirales y
las pruebas para las conexiones e inyecciones aún quedan por hacer
Condensadores y medidores y álcali y vasos de precipitado
Reiterando ecuaciones para la fase que está por venir
Por favor, vuelve a mí, hay mucho que podríamos ser
Por favor, vuelve, con voltaje te invoco
Por favor, vuelve desde grietas vacías y embarcaderos negros
Ven a mí, estoy llamando a tu fantasma

Sé mi ángel, mi ángel
Sé mi ángel, rescátame
Sé mi ángel, mi ángel
Sé un ángel, estate conmigo

Por favor, vuelve de entrañas negras
De costas silenciosas a mí una vez más
Por velos y puertas y mares de pizarra
Hasta páramos empapados de sangre donde te espero en tierra.

Años de teorías e hipótesis y consultas
“No se permite recoger cadáveres”, y me expulsaron del colegio
Yo sola, con teoremas y experimentos y pruebas interminables
Años en laboratorios y entre números, pero al fin he alcanzado la meta

Por favor, vuelve para que podamos tener una vida juntos al fin
Por favor, vuelve, agarro la garganta de los cielos
Por favor, vuelve, te llamo, te ruego, lloro y río
Ven a mí, estoy llamando a tu fantasma

Sé mi ángel, mi ángel
Sé mi ángel, rescátame
Sé mi ángel, mi ángel
Sé un ángel, estate conmigo

Por favor, vuelve de entrañas negras
De costas silenciosas a mí una vez más
Por velos y puertas y mares de pizarra
Hasta páramos empapados de sangre donde te espero en tierra.

(Canta bajo y suavemente al maniquí)
Por favor, ven y háblame
Por favor, ven y háblame
Tantas cosas que podríamos compartir y concebir
Si vinieras y me hablaras

Te recuerdo del colegio
Tú tan apuesto, y yo tan poco sofisticada
No sabías ni que estaba viva hasta aquella noche
Que hablamos y me besaste

Pero entonces me expulsaron
Y tú te casaste con ella
Y ahora has muerto, pero yo puedo devolverte a la vida
Y pronto me hablarás

(Gradualmente va poniéndose más y más apasionada)
Sé mi ángel, mi ángel
Sé mi ángel, rescátame
Sé mi ángel, mi ángel
Sé un ángel, estate conmigo (x3)

Por favor, vuelve para que podamos tener una vida juntos al fin
Por favor, vuelve, me agarro a la garganta de los cielos
Por favor, vuelve, te llamo, te ruego, lloro y río
Ven a mí, estoy llamando a tu fantasma
Por favor, vuelve de entrañas negras
De costas silenciosas a mí una vez más
Por velos y puertas y mares de pizarra
Hasta páramos empapados de sangre donde te espero en tierra.

(Annabelle pulsa el interruptor)

Annabelle tiene un muñeco (Annabelle has a doll)

(Entra la Narradora)

Narradora:
Alrededor de las 3 de la mañana
un hombre recientemente fallecido
se encontró en la tierra de los vivos de nuevo
Atrapado en un cuerpo
de engranajes y ruedecillas, pero extrañamente,
no tiene voz y sus articulaciones de hierro apenas se pueden doblar
El único sonido que emite
Es el de la radio
Pone una emisora country si le das una palmadita
Nuestra querida Annabelle está
Muy emocionada y extasiada
Tiene un amigo que estaba muerto y acaba de resucitar

(La Narradora le canta a la inconsciente Annabelle, que está vistiendo al muñeco
mecánico de tamaño real para salir con él)

Narradora:
Lo que puede complacer no contenta
Todo lo resuelve, pero nunca acaba
Todo lo que satisface no es real
Y todo lo que amas no te ama a tí

(Annabelle lleva a su muñeco a todas partes como si de un compañero romántico se
tratase. El Maniquí está muy rígido e impotente.)

Annabelle:
Tengo un muñeco y nos gusta ir de paseo
Nos gusta pasear por el parque, todo mientras me escucha hablar
sobre la gente y los lugares que nunca antes llegué a ver
porque no salía de casa, pero eso era antes de que él estuviera conmigo
Compartimos un mundo, lo cual es maravilloso de ver, ¡es como un sueño
donde nadie me dice que soy un fracaso si no tengo éxito!
Tengo un muñeco, es como flores en primavera
pero no importa cuánto le hable, nunca dice nada

Narradora:
Lo que puede complacer no contenta
Todo lo resuelve, pero nunca acaba
Todo lo que satisface no es real
Y todo lo que amas no te ama a tí

Annabelle:
Tengo un muñeco y va conmigo afuera,
lo que solía ser un problema para mí pero oh, ahora me da igual
Helado y carruajes, siempre pensé que eran buenos,
pero nunca tuve nadie con quien compartirlos porque el laboratorio era mi vida

“¡Annabelle, no hagas amigos, debes ser brillante y la mejor,
tienes que ser siempre mejor y trabajadora o serás una inútil!”
Pero ahora tengo un muñeco, un amigo querido con quien voy
afuera a pasear y charlar; pero él está en silencio y solo emite radio

(Jasper está cantando una canción para comunicarse, pero Annabelle no se da
cuenta)

Jasper:
Elíseo…
El lugar donde tus penas acaban
¿Por qué me traes aquí otra vez?

Annabelle:
Tengo un muñeco que puede hacerme compañía
Vamos a espectáculos, desfiles y cabarets, aunque la gente me observa
Pero he demostrado que soy brillante y he conquistado la vida y la muerte
Lo único que decía mi padre decía era que una debía ser un éxito
Y ahora tengo un amigo, un doble silencioso de relojería
que puede estar ahí para apoyarme en él cuando esté triste y confusa
Tengo un muñeco y es muy inmutable, si no un poquito distante
porque nunca dice nada…

(La Narradora intenta aconsejar a Annabelle pero ella no se da cuenta)

Narradora:
Lo que retienes puede querer marcharse
Lo que tú crees puede no ser así
Todo lo que te dé paz mental
Puede que no se quede por mucho tiempo
Lo que puede complacer no contenta
Todo lo resuelve, pero nunca acaba
Todo lo que satisface no es real
Y todo lo que amas no te ama a tí

(Annabelle ha llegado a casa, agotada después de callejear tanto con su muñeco.
Se sienta frente a él intentando establecer algún tipo de comunicación real.)

Annabelle:
¿No puedes hablarme?
¿No me quieres hablar?
Tantas cosas que podríamos compartir y concebir
Si tan solo me hablaras…

(Jasper canta la misma canción que antes, pero esta vez Annabelle está prestando
atención y puede escucharla)

Jasper:
Elíseo…
El lugar donde tus penas acaban
¿Por qué me traes aquí?
Oh, ¿por qué me traes aquí?
¿Por qué me traes aquí otra vez?

(Annabelle está desconcertada y de pronto empieza a entender. Se deprime.)

El lamento de Annabelle (Annabelle’s lament)

Annabelle:
Fantasmas de sueños, fantasmas de recuerdos
que no se irán o yacerán en silencio
Fantasmas que lloran sobre la vida
que dejaste ir
Fantasmas del pasado de niñas pequeñas
que aprendían sus matemáticas y entendían sus datos
Que lo daban todo para alcanzar el éxito
como se les pedía

La niña aprende a esconderse en lo más profundo
de fracciones y datos y el mundo de las matemáticas
Una larga tierra solitaria que puede comprender
Annabelle en Numerolandia

Pudiste haber sido mi ángel,
haber sido mi ángel, haber sido mi ángel y haber estado conmigo
Pudiste haber sido mi ángel,
haber sido mi ángel, haber sido mi ángel y haberme rescatado

Fantasmas del amor que nunca conociste, tú
sólo lo interpretaste como obras bien escritas
Fantasmas de escenas, abrazos, cosas
que solo conociste en días soñados

Fantasmas de desaprobación de aquella niña pequeña, cuando
sus amigos venían a hacerle desperdiciar su tiempo
Fantasmas de sermones y reprimendas recibidas
Los niños no son lo que los ganadores necesitan

Fracciones y matemáticas, dulces compañeros
ecuaciones y datos que siempre aguantan ahí
mientras tú recorres tu camino sola
Annabelle en Numerolandia

Pudiste haber sido mi ángel,
haber sido mi ángel, haber sido mi ángel y haber estado conmigo
Pudiste haber sido mi ángel,
haber sido mi ángel, haber sido mi ángel y haberme rescatado

Fantasmas de mí y de quien
podría ser y haber sido contigo
Fantasmas de sueños de quien pensabas
que algún día serías cuando crecieras

Fantasmas del aliento de niñas pequeñas
que prometieron estresadas que serían lo mejor que pudieran ser
Fantasmas de días que se desvanecen
mientras el fracaso te da la mano hasta la muerte

Y en lo más profundo del lugar donde escapas, donde
teoremas y pensamientos, tus esperanzas y tus planes
han descarrilado todos y tú los has fallado
Annabelle en Numerolandia

Líquidos y laboratorios, fracciones y datos,
eran todo lo que tenías, todo lo que comprendías,
y mientras envejeces eso se queda con
Annabelle en Numerolandia

Pudiste haber sido mi ángel,
haber sido mi ángel, haber sido mi ángel y haber estado conmigo
Pudiste haber sido mi ángel,
haber sido mi ángel, haber sido mi ángel y haberme rescatado
Mi ángel, mi ángel
Mi ángel y haber estado conmigo
Mi ángel, mi ángel

(Annabelle coge un hacha y destruye el muñeco)

Nos despedimos de la primera generación (We bid the first generation adieu)

(Annabelle sale y entra la Narradora.)

Narradora:
Así, Annabelle destruye su
muñeco, su querido chico de juguete
Y coge todas las notas que hizo y las guarda
Por tanto, Annabelle jura que
a nadie se lo contará y se quedará sola
Derrotada ahora se arrastra tristemente de vuelta a su laboratorio
Y así, amigos, nos despedimos de
la primera generación, pero no os mováis

Tenemos 3 actos más por los que pasar, así que venid, sigamos
El futuro llama y no va a esperar,
La siguiente generación está en camino
Cosas muertas e historias de amor nos esperan
Fin del Primer Acto.

SEGUNDO ACTO

Nueva Albion 2 (New Albion 2)

(La narradora nos lleva por Nueva Albion una generación más tarde)

Narradora:
Una generación ha pasado ya, Annabelle se casó al final
Y tuvo un hijo que llamó Edgar, pero ay
Ella murió cuando él tenía 10 y lo dejó con el corazón roto, pero desde entonces
Ha crecido y ha encontrado a su querida Fay con quien se quiere casar
El enano pelirrojo tuvo un hijo, y cuando el hijo cumplió 31
apuñaló a su padre para así convertirse en el jefe de la mafia
Mientras su padre moría lentamente le dijo a su hijo con las lágrimas saltadas
que estaba más orgulloso de lo que había estado en toda su vida

Por ahí ronda un gato ladrón, que es la comidilla de toda la ciudad
Suyos son los más atrevidos atracos, que abundan
Pero de hecho son en realidad dos muchachas de 18 años y
su albatros mascota Simon y un ratón brillante llamado Sam
En la Logia de los Botanistas han plantado una planta que puede pensar
Se comunica abriendo y cerrando sus pétalos
Pero ay, un día entró en un profundo trance meditativo
Buscando la iluminación y no ha hecho ni un solo movimiento desde entonces

A Edgar le rompen el corazón (Edgar gets his heart broken)

(Edgar aparece. Está sentado en una mesa cenando con Fay.)

Edgar:
El restaurante era encantador
La comida, el vino, parecía
una noche perfecta y ella estaba tan divina
Me vertí una copa más
Y ella dijo que se acabó y que se ha terminado
Ella dice que ha encontrado a alguien (he encontrado a alguien) y que esto es un adiós
Un día aprenderás, y como mi corazón arde tú arderás
Un día aprenderás, y como mi corazón arde tú arderás

Yo tomé gambas con mango
Ella tomó bacalao y miso
Y me dijo que me quería y que de verdad lo intentó
Me hubiera tomado la tarta de limón
Pero me estaba muriendo por dentro
Ella se fue, me senté, y pretendí no llorar
Un día aprenderás, y como mi corazón arde tú arderás
Un día aprenderás, y como mi corazón arde tú arderás

El viejo baúl en el ático (The old trunk in the attic)

(Edgar, con el corazón roto, barre la mansión familiar. Se encuentra entonces rebuscando
en una vieja maleta en el ático.)

Narradora:
El viejo bául en el ático
Donde el corazón roto de tu abuela se tiró
En una caja con una zapatilla de ballet
Y la cruz de un soldado muerto
El viejo baúl en el ático
Con los candeleros que tu tío guardó
De la chica del mercado
A cuya madre una vez pagó para que se fuera

El viejo baúl en el ático
Con un vestido de una niña sin usar
Manchado de recuerdos y lágrimas
Por un nombre que nunca conocerás
El viejo baúl en el ático
Donde el ojo de cristal de tu abuelo descansa en paz
La nostalgia de tu dulce tía
Y la fórmula de Annabelle para resucitar a los muertos
La fórmula de Annabelle para resucitar a los muertos
La lista madre Annabelle con su cabecita pensante
Oh, la fórmula de Annabelle para resucitar a los muertos

Edgar abre un negocio (Edgar builds a business)

Narradora:
Edgar prueba los experimentos que ha leído
La fórmula de Annabelle para traer de vuelta a los muertos
Los experimentos por supuesto son un éxito
Y entonces una idea loca se le viene a la cabeza

Edgar:
Un día verás
Que puedo ser alguien que nunca creíste que sería
Un día verás
Que puedo ser alguien que nunca creíste que sería

(Edgar va al centro de la ciudad, se sube a una plataforma improvisada y procede a
procede a promocionarse a la multitud)

¡Amigos, acercáos, os he traído algo:
es un proceso milagroso que no os váis a creer!
Vuestra abuela, vuestros padres, vuestros hijos; os digo que
a quienquiera que hayáis perdido de vuelta os puedo traer
Dudáis de mi, claro, creéis que me falta un tornillo
pero esta semana escogeré a 5 personas y les traeré a sus fallecidos de vuelta
y los pondré en muñecos mecánicos de calidad
a tamaño real, ¡sí, gratis, y veréis que no soy un charlatán!

(La multitud responde entusiasmada a su oferta. Lo vemos varias semanas más tarde)

Amigos, ¿podéis oírme? La multitud ha crecido mucho
y todos estos pedidos, os digo, apenas sé cómo mantener
así que he de deciros que voy a abrir una tienda
donde puedo traeros una vez más a vuestros muertos, gente
Con todo este éxito puedo ofrecer cosas nuevas
Sus cuerpos ahora vienen en texturas y colores distintos
como caoba, lila y rojo roble
¡Siete modelos para escoger para meter a vuestros queridos fallecidos!

(La multitud continúa enloquecida por su negocio. Lo vemos un tiempo más tarde, no en
la calle sino en una sala de reuniones.)

Bienvenidos, caballeros, ¿puede la junta sentarse?
Nuestros beneficios este trimestre casi están más allá de lo contable
Vamos a abrir fábricas nuevas y a empezar anuncios nuevos
Estamos amasando fortuna, así que tengo algo que pedir
Hay un hombre al que llaman Sillof, y una vez me robó a mi chica
Lo quiero destruido, todo lo que tiene en este mundo
Su negocio, su casa y su carruaje, todo aplastado
¡Lo quiero sin un céntimo, mordiendo el polvo!

(La Narradora intenta aconsejar a Edgar, inconsciente de ello.)

Narradora:
Todas tus intenciones pasan factura
Todo lo que odias esclaviza tu alma
Cuando ganas a veces pierdes
Y todo lo que amas no te ama a tí

(En algún lugar silencioso, posiblemente en la mesa original, Edgar está ante su exprometida Fay)

Edgar:
¡Fay, me alegra verte! Te he convocado
para que escuches mi proposición:
El hombre por el que me dejaste, sabes que está arruinado,
ha naufragado, pero Fay, mi fortuna está en auge
¡Y tengo una sorpresa!: me he tomado la libertad
de traer de vuelta a tu querido padre, que se fue hace tanto
Está ahora en mi salita, pero Fay, la única manera
de que lo puedas ver o hablarle es que vuelvas y te quedes conmigo.

(Edgar se va y Fay se queda.)

Fay considera la propuesta de Edgar (Fay considers Edgar’s proposal)

Fay:
Una vez vimos una banda tocar
Hace años apenas
te conocía como he llegado a conocerte hoy
Yo estaba tan emocionada
Alborotada las horas previas
Y cuando llamaste mi corazón casi fallaba
¿Cuándo la intimidad
se convierte en algo tan cruel y mezquino, cuándo
se convierte en un pozo de aversión, repulsión y odio?

Un día aprenderás, y como mi corazón arde tú arderás
Un día aprenderás, y como mi corazón arde tú arderás
Un día aprenderás, y como mi corazón arde tú arderás
Un día aprenderás, y como mi corazón arde tú arderás

Fin del segundo acto.

TERCER ACTO

Nueva Albion 3 (New Albion 3)

(La Narradora vuelve para mostrarnos Nueva Albion una generación más tarde.)

Narradora:
Los años vuelan y pasa una generación
Y caras nuevas, sitios nuevos de Nueva Albion llegan
El muñeco que Edgar trajo de vuelta para Fay, muy seguramente
es Jasper, el mismo que Annabelle resucitó
Edgar y Fay tuvieron un hijo, un hombre joven cuyo nombre es Byron
Y ha heredado el muñeco, su querido Jasper a quien ama
Después de años y años de gente devolviendo a la vida a sus fallecidos, tropeles
de muñecos llenan barrios y casas

Sí, hay barriadas llenas de muertos, no andan ni hablan,
son como pizarras blancas donde se proyectan amigos y parientes
La gran subcultura en estos tiempos es el Voodoopunk y cada noche
Byron y Amelia están inmersos y son acólitos
El hijo del enano pelirrojo llevó la mafia durante años, pero entonces
el puesto le fue usurpado por dos mujeres y un ratón brillante llamado Sam
Los voodoopunks, para burlarse del mundo, proponen para alcalde un Muñeco
Aparecen en los mítines e intentan sacar de quicio a la multitud

El paso (The Movement 1)

(Byron, Amelia y otros voodoopunks pasan el rato)

Byron:
En el paso, en las noches de muerte y baile
En el paso, el embrujo celebrado en nuestras manos
En el paso, Jasper, lo hago por su amor
En el paso, el amor que tú nunca me das
En el paso
Ven a bailar a través de la noche
En el paso
Cabalgado por la luz cegadora
En los cruces de caminos y las colinas
Hemos venido a cortejar las sombras

Byron y Amelia:
En el paso
Loa vive entre nuestras manos
En el paso
Nuestro vudú abre la puerta a otras tierras
En el paso
Drogas, baile y espíritus se arremolinan
En el paso
Y rechazamos el mundo de nuestro Padre

En el paso
Ven a bailar a través de la noche
En el paso
Cabalgado por la luz cegadora
En los cruces de caminos y las colinas
Hemos venido a cortejar las sombras

Amelia y otros voodoopunks:
En el paso, en las noches de muerte y baile
En el paso, el embrujo celebrado en nuestras manos
En el paso, todo lo que hago es por amor
En el paso, el amor que tú nunca me das
En el paso
Ven a bailar a través de la noche
En el paso
Cabalgado por la luz cegadora
En los cruces de caminos y las colinas
Hemos venido a cortejar las sombras

Byron:
¿No puedes hablarme?
¿No puedes hablarme?
Tantas cosas que podríamos compartir y concebir
Si tan solo me hablaras

¡Amigos míos, se acercan las elecciones de la próxima temporada
los capitalistas, socialistas, fascistas son unos gorrones!
A los de izquierdas y a los de derechas se les ha ido la cabeza
¡Así que este año mejor quedémonos con los muertos para que oficien!
Votad a nuestro Muñeco, su postura es inflexible
Él sabe que somos todos iguales al fin y al cabo
Vuestro dinero e impuestos, vuestras deudas y vuestras ganancias
Un día al final seremos todos iguales

Vuestro gobierno os roba y os saca dinero
Y algún día, amigos míos, vendrán a tiraros la puerta abajo
Alejáos del regimiento, amigos míos
¡Venid a los cruces de caminos, hacedlo hoy!
¿Creéis que el mundo en el que vivís es todo lo que hay?
Sentid al espíritu que os llama del Barón
No seáis zombis, votad a los muertos hasta el final
¡Votad voodoopunk y bailaremos con vosotros en vuestras tumbas!

Voodoopunk (Voodoopunk)

(Escena: un club popular entre los voodoopunk. Abastece a su subcultura y los
bailes del club son ceremonias de vudú. Amelia está bailando y cantando como alta
sacerdotisa.)

Ya ko, hoo-o-la-oh A-hee-lay-oh-la-hey
Ya ko, hoo-o-la-oh A-hee-lay-oh-la-hey
Los Sidhe están llegando, los Sidhe están de paso
Los Sidhe llegarán, doll-ay, doll-ay

Amelia:
Anwen, ábrete, Anwen, ábrete para mí
Anwen, ábrete, venid oh Sidhe
Doll-ay doll-ay, doll-ay doll-ay
Doll-ay doll-ay, hey

El paso 2 (The Movement 2)

Amelia:
En el paso
En las noches de muerte y baile
En el paso
Cuando ofrezco mi mano
En el paso
No necesito que pretendas nada
En el paso
Lo único que pido es un amigo
En el paso
Drogas y bailes y espíritus se arremolinan
En el paso
Mientras huimos del mundo de nuestro Padre

En los cruces de caminos así es como va, necesitamos
el amor que no puedes demostrarme
¿No puedes alcanzarme?
¿No puedes alcanzarme?
Las cargas que soporto y que nunca llegas a ver
Si tan solo… Por favor, ayúdame

Byron y otros voodoopunks:
En el paso
Loa vive entre nuestras manos
En el paso
Nuestro vudú abre la puerta a otras tierras
En el paso
Drogas, baile y espíritus se arremolinan
En el paso
Y rechazamos el mundo de nuestro Padre
En el paso
Ven a bailar a través de la noche
En el paso
Cabalgado por la luz cegadora
En los cruces de caminos y las colinas
Hemos venido a cortejar las sombras

(Byron sube al podio en el mítin político y continúa haciendo que la multitud pique)

Byron:
Amigos míos, mirad a vuestro alrededor, a este mundo que conocéis
Esas sanguijuelas os han chupado hasta la última gota de sangre
Los zombies están dejando eso escaparse
¡Así que votad por nuestro Muñeco y tirad todo eso!
No necesitáis un maestro, un gobierno que
se lleva todo lo que habéis ganado, que os dice lo que hacer
Nuestro Muñeco no os dirigirá, no os sacará dinero hasta dejaros secos
ni os sobornará ni os forzará ni os fallará ni os mentirá
Está por llegar un futuro no muy lejano
En el que os quitarán los derechos y os harán doblegaros
Nosotros estamos en los cruces de caminos y os ofrecemos una senda
hacia el éxtasis, la libertad, un camino, un día nuevo
La prosperidad de los zombies está llegando a su fin
Para los zombies, vuestros hijos están mal de la cabeza
Os han dejado de lado por drogas, sexo, tambores y muertos
Venid y uníos ya, ¡uníos a nosotros, amigos!

Narradora:
A lo largo de los años Jasper ha tomado
palabras e instrumentaciones
de la música que emite día y noche
Y los ha usado para componer
una canción que puede cantarle
a la multitud mientras intenta comunicarse

(Jasper se coloca en el centro del escenario y todos menos él se apartan)

Noche Elísea (Elysian Night)

Jasper:
Elíseo
La nana suspirada silenciosamente
Noche elísea
Elíseo
El niño que escala al borde del tiempo
Noche elísea

El lugar al que el niño que apenas conocías
navegó en su zapato de madera
Pasada la última estrella del firmamento
donde los deseos nunca desearon yacer

Elíseo
El niño que escala al borde del tiempo
Noche elísea

El lugar al que el amor que compartías
se fue día tras día hasta que no quedó nada de él
Donde los anhelos y sueños olvidados
son canciones infantiles que canta el silencio

Elíseo
La nana suspirada silenciosamente
Noche elísea
Elíseo
El niño que escala al borde del tiempo
Noche elísea

La amiga de la infancia que sabías que estaba ahí
pero que nunca viste o tocaste, y donde
se fue cuando no la volvieron a llamar es
el lugar donde toda su soledad se acaba

Toda la pena, culpa y vergüenza
Cargas soportadas y karma pagado
En un soplo suave como la luz de una vela
Dispersados en la interminable Noche Elísea

Elíseo
La nana suspirada silenciosamente
Noche elísea
Elíseo
El niño que escala al borde del tiempo
Noche elísea

El suicidio (The suicide)

(Entra la Narradora y, alejándonos de Jasper, nos lleva hasta un pequeño apartamento
de Nueva Albion donde una de las chicas más relevantes en el Voodoopunk está sentada
sola en su cuarto escuchando una vieja radio.)

Narradora:
La canción que Jasper ha hecho
cantan todos los muñecos de la ciudad
Y se emite a lo largo de todo el día
Amelia vive en un apartamento pequeño
Con un padre cruel que está bastante triste
Ella escucha y siente una profunda compasión

(El sonido de la canción Noche Elísea se escucha de fondo en la radio. Es interrumpida
por el padre de la joven, a la que grita violentamente. Cuando termina, Amelia canta bajo.)

Amelia:
Un lugar donde no soporto estar
Donde la soledad, la brutalidad
y días de interminables cielos tristes
siguen pasando, pasando y pasando
Otro lugar que no llegué a conocer
Un distante, silencioso y dulce rechazo
Con cuchilla y cuerda en mano y sin lamentos
Voy a donde se acaban mis penas

Elíseo
El suspiro silencioso más allá de esta vida
Noche elísea
Elíseo
La muchacha que solloza su último adiós
Noche Elísea

(Amelia se suicida.)

La Hoguera de los Muñecos (Bonfire of the Dolls)

Narradora:
Junto al cuerpo de la chica, su nota de suicidio:
la letra de la canción del muñeco era todo lo que había escrito
Fue publicada en periódicos, discutida y de todas formas
Los muñecos la seguían cantando día y noche

(Noche Elísea suena en la radio.)

Los columnistas se burlaban, las asociaciones de padres echaban humo
Y la desconfianza, el miedo y la ira florecieron, se expandieron y se entretelaron
Los muñecos fueron ridiculizados, despreciados y denigrados
Y todo el mundo esperó a que prendiera la chispa.

Byron:
Amigos, falta poco para que nuestro muñeco lidere esta ciudad
¡Lo vamos a votar, eso es lo que va a pasar!
Estamos todos en el cruce de caminos donde se conectan mundos
Y vuestros niños bailarán cada noche con los muertos

Narradora:
“¡¡¡Matad a los muñecos, matad a los muñecos!!!” gritaba todo el mundo

Byron:
¡Esperad, amigos, no nos referimos a esto!

Narradora:
Pero a lo que fuera que se refiriese a todos les daba igual o no lo escuchaban
Había sangre reflejada en sus ojos y tras ellos se levantaba una revolución
En las calles reina el caos mientras brillan las hogueras
Entre callejones y llamas, siguen creciendo el miedo y el furor

Los muñecos son tomados y echados al fuego
Y la fiebre de la violencia y el pánico se conspira
El pobre Byron corre para encontrar a Jasper, su amor
mientras los muñecos son desmembrados, encendidos y quemados
No queda nadie para escuchar sus discursos o sus llantos
Ha sido él el que ha avivado las llamas que matan a su querido muñeco esta noche

Byron:
¿Dónde está mi ángel?
¿Dónde está mi ángel?
¿Dónde está mi ángel?
¿Dónde está mi ángel?

(La ciudad explota en una revuelta feroz. Los ciudadanos tiran muñecos a las hogueras.
Byron desesperada y frenéticamente intenta encontrar a Jasper.
Finalmente lo ve siendo llevado por varios rebeldes hacia una hoguera. Corre hacia ellos
intentando pararlos. Llega a tiempo para saltar y coger a Jasper cuando está a punto de
aterrizar en la hoguera.)

Fin del Tercer Acto.

Cuarto Acto

La balada del Monje y el Apostador (The ballad of the Gambler and the Monk)

Narradora:
¿Os acordáis, al principio, de la partida de cartas del Monje y el Apostador?

(La música tiene un toque rústico de folk)

Hace muchos años un Monje y un Apostador se embarcaron
en una larga travesía por las grandes tierras del Norte
Tuvieron un debate sobre Dios, el azar y el destino
y acordaron resolverlo con un único juego de cartas

Día tras día se sentaron allí y jugaron
Mientras los días y los meses pasaban
Los viajeros se acercaban a mirar y a beber
y a apostar cuál de los dos acabaría ganando

Mientras una ciudad entera se alzaba a su alrededor
la fortuna del Apostador aumentaba y la del Monje bajaba
Y por fin aconteció que la última mano se iba a jugar
Pero antes de que se jugara, el corazón del Apostador falló

Gritó y lloró con todo derecho antes de morir
una maldición a pleno pulmón: el juego no se había acabado aún
Juró que volvería para acabarlo finalmente
Y con el puño alzado el Apostador murió.

Nueva Albion 4 (New Albion 4)

Narradora:
Mientras tanto, volvemos al cuarto y acto final
Byron consiguió una esposa trofeo y tuvo
una hija que llamó Priscilla, que alcanzó la mayoría de edad
en una ciudad que es ahora un estado policial

Nueva Albion ahora es un lugar belicoso y hostil
Los disturbios destruyeron edificios, calles y vías principales
La Ciudad tomó control a través de un estado de ley marcial
Así permanece a día de hoy, mientras tropas armadas de policías patrullan

(Seguimos a un joven recluta siendo aceptado en el servicio policial militarizado)

Soldado 7285:
En este día de mi enlistamiento
Me quito la piel de inocencia a voluntad
Juro lealtad y devoción
Seré poder que se doblega
Soy el brazo de tu ejecución
Soy el gatillo de tu pistola
Soy la obligación y el orden
Mi deber contigo ha comenzado

Narradora:
Búsquedas aleatorias hace la ley, buscando muñecos que queden sin atrapar
Y si se encuentran, la ejecución es inmediata para todos
Cualquier símbolo de lo muertos, sea pariente o amigo
Está prohibido y si lo encuentran puedes volver o no a ser visto
Jasper vive aún y está con Priscilla ahora
Se sientan y se esconden juntos en lo profundo de la casa familiar
Pasan los días resignados del mundo brutal afuera
Y juegan un juego de cartas interminable para pasar el rato

Priscilla y Jasper juegan a las cartas (Priscilla and Jasper play cards)

(Escena: una habitación vagamente iluminada, sin ventanas, en lo profundo de la Mansión
McAlistair. Priscilla y Jasper el muñeco juegan a las cartas. Jasper juega torpemente como
es natural, pero Priscilla es paciente y el juego puede llevarse a cabo.)

Priscilla:
Trébol y espada saco, aquí en este salón donde jugamos este juego sin final
Y nos escondemos, sólo tú y yo, mientras los días se desvanecen en otro más
Escondidos en nuestra habitación, con un juego que nadie parece ganar o perder
Y las sombras de las llamas permanecen, de un mundo que mantenemos lejos

Jasper:
Fantasmas de pueblos, fantasmas de ciudades
Juegos que trajeron su triste caída
La única manera de ganar el juego
Es que uno de los jugadores se sacrifique

Priscilla:
Ahora saco diamantes, fuera moriríamos y no hay otro sitio donde me quedaría
En el garabato más allá de estas paredes, en un lugar frío, hosco y atroz
Aquí donde no hay tiempo, donde no hay pérdidas ni mentiras ni necesidad de hablar
de sacrificio
No se puede ganar un juego, ¿por qué jugaría alguien aparte de por eso?

Jasper:
Fantasmas de juegos en los que siempre quedas atrapado
Juegos que juegas pero no puedes ganar
La única manera en la que el juego puede morir
Es que uno de los que juegan se sacrifique
(La escena cambia al mundo exterior. El joven recluta está con un equipo de tres policías
asaltando casas y ejecutando ciudadanos culpables.)

Soldado 7285:
El día en que vengamos se acabó
Y tendrás tu destino trazado e hilado, es la ejecución
Y puedes rezar si eso te consuela
Es en este día que cumples con la ley

(De vuelta a la Mansión donde Priscilla y Jasper juegan a las cartas)

Jasper:
Fantasmas de Fay, la hija a la que amé
sus ojos y su sonrisa me haces recordar
En los años que he vivido aquí atrapado
Solo he podido quererte a ti

Soy un fantasma, uno al que si supieran que está
contigo, vendrían a matar
Fantasmas de la muerte, deseo morir
Pero sacrificarme para que puedas vivir

Fantasmas de amor, de una niña pequeña a la que
hablaste y viste mientras crecía
Fantasmas de cosas y anillos y regalos
que le dabas para que pudiera vivir

Fantasmas de pueblos, fantasmas de ciudades
Juegos que trajeron su triste caída
La única manera de ganar el juego
Es que uno de los que juegan se sacrifique

Priscilla:
Corazones y ahora recojo, no puedes referirte a que ¿solo sueñas con morir e irte?
Eres mi alma, mi ángel
La única cosa que me mantiene íntegra
¿Cómo puedes querer morir? Todo este tiempo y estos años que pasan lentamente
¿Estás vivo sólo para que yo no muera?
Qué sacrificio más retorcido…

(La escena cambia de nuevo al joven policía, el Soldado 7285, cumpliendo con su deber)

Soldado 7285:
El día en que vengamos se acabó
Y tendrás tu destino trazado e hilado, es la ejecución
Y puedes rezar si eso te consuela
Es en este día que cumples con la ley

Priscilla reflexiona (Priscilla considers)

(Priscilla deja a Jasper en la mesa y se aparta para reflexionar)

Priscilla:
Algunos hablan de amor de manera dulce
Encanto, romance y vertiginoso ensueño
Y algunos simplemente esperan y se encierran en su jaula solitaria
Algunos hablan de amor como una pasión

Como éxtasis, y llantos, y suspiros, y jadeos y
algunos se resignan a anhelar en su interior
Estas odas de bromas manchadas de lágrimas y candor de ojos de rocío
Que se marchita en este mundo, en este mundo que

te engaña, y te golpea y te hace sufrir
Y abandona a solitarias niñas pequeñas
Y algo de sacrificio, de todas formas
Algo de sacrificio, todo por la borda

Ah, los caídos y los agobiados y las guirnaldas sobre su tumba
Cuando ya están rotos no está asegurado que llegaran a un lugar mejor
Algunos hablan de amor con amabilidad
El amigo que nuna se irá y hace tus días cuerdos

Mientras tú esperas, te encoges y te escondes
Algunos esperan a un extraño que los toque y los llene
Algunos esperan al extraño que los matará
Y algunos simplemente se encierran en su jaula solitaria

Con un querido muñeco que no quiere que llores pero llora también
Silenciosamente en su interior
Algunos hablan de amor y amabilidad, de aferrarse a algo en la oscuridad
Y tomar, y acaparar y esconderse

Y algo de sacrificio, de todas formas
Algo de sacrificio, todo por la borda
Ah, los caídos y los agobiados y las guirnaldas sobre su tumba
Cuando estás rota no está asegurado que llegarás a un lugar mejor

(Priscilla coge el teléfono)

Hola, ¿policía?, hola, ¿policía? He cometido delito, tenéis que verlo…

(Priscilla cuelga el teléfono y vuelve con Jasper, que ha visto y oído todo)

El día que vengan (The day they come)

Narradora:
Los círculos nunca se acaban, nada que hayas retenido nunca, fueras prometido o
renegado, y a veces cuando pierdes, ganas.

Jasper:
Priscilla, ¿qué has hecho?
Cuando vengan a por mi,
Sabes que también te matarán a ti
Eres joven, tu canción está por cantar
Hay demasiado que tienes que hacer aún

Priscilla:
Todos los años que pasas aquí sufres en silencio, es una barbaridad creer que es justo
No hay nadie que piense en ti
El juego va a acabar aquí mismo
Te ayudaría a morir,
si pudiera, pero…

Jasper:
Priscilla, ¿qué has hecho?
Ahora vendrán, tienes que correr
o te matarán a ti también
Que des tu vida para que yo muera
está mal y eso debes saberlo
Fantasmas de la vida, fantasmas de vidas
He visto caer y pasar junto a mí
Fantasmas de todos los egoístas y engreídos
Toda la ceguera, todo el dolor
Toda la estupidez y mezquinos juegos
Toda la superficialidad, todo igual

Soldado 7285:
El día en que vengamos se acabó
Y tendrás tu destino trazado e hilado, es la ejecución
Y puedes rezar si eso te consuela
Es en este día que cumples con la ley
Y en este día has sido declarada culpable, la sentencia, ciudadana, es la muerte
y será ejecutada en este instante
Reza las oraciones que quieras rezar

Jasper:
Un día aprenderás, y como mi corazón arde tú arderás
Un día aprenderás, y como mi corazón arde tú arderás
Fantasmas de todos los egoístas y engreídos
Toda la ceguera, todo el dolor
Toda la estupidez y mezquinos juegos
Toda la superficialidad, todo igual

Priscilla:
Algunos hablan de amor
de manera dulce
Un sentimiento de
felicidad y de ensueño
Algunos hablan de amor
con amabilidad
Un sentimiento de delirio
y algo de sacrificio,
algo de sacrificio,
algo de sacrificio,
algo de sacrificio

Jasper:
Por favor, ángel mío, ángel mío
Por favor, ángel mío, ángel mío
Por favor, ángel mío, ángel mío
Por favor, ángel mío, ángel mío
Soldado 7285:
Soy el brazo de tu ejecución
Soy el gatillo de tu pistola
Soy la obligación y el orden
Es en este día que cumples con tu deber

Priscilla:
Por favor, vuelve a las
entrañas negras
A costas silenciosas
desde mí una vez más
Por velos y puertas
y mares de pizarra
Hasta páramos empapados de sangre donde
te veré una vez más…

(Disparan a Priscilla.)

Os echaré abajo (I will bring you down)

(La habitación se desvanece y queda el Soldado 7285)

Otro soldado: Soldado 7285, ¿por qué no has disparado?

Otro soldado 2: Soldado 7285, ¿por qué no has disparado?

Autoridad: Soldado 7285, se te notifica de tu corte marcial por negligencia del deber

Otro Soldado: ¿Por qué no has disparado?

Soldado 7285:
La miré a los ojos, nunca había visto
Ese tipo de mirada, esa gracia maldita
La forma en que murió tan dispuesta solo
para morir por amor, morir por amor

¿A qué clase de maestros debo servir
que hacen esta clase de mundo?
Donde uno debe matar tal belleza y
llevársela con unas manos tan crueles

Soldado 7285
Es quien soy yo, es mi vida,
Pero percibo otro lugar
Y sobre tu tumba se ha de construir

Y os echaré abajo,
os echaré abajo
os echaré abajo

Y si caigo alguien verá
cómo caí, justo como ella
Con ojos llenos de amor y corazón luminoso
También ellos lucharán, también ellos lucharán

Hoy digo que empezará,
hoy empezaré tu final
Hoy el viento que viene, presagia
Que será tu final, será tu final

Y os derribaré,
os derribaré,
os derribaré.

(El Soldado 7285 sale.)

Nos despedimos de todos vosotros (We bid you all adieu)

(Entra la narradora)

Narradora:
La revolución que se alza tiene historias para otro momento
Nuestra historia de esta noche echa el cierre
Así que nos despedimos de todos nuestros actores y por supuesto de vosotros
Esperamos que esta pequeña clase de historia que hemos dado

Os haya iluminado, nuestros hechos se han mantenido objetivos y
los nombres y situaciones se mantienen sin cambios
Ay, amigos, no nos podemos quedar más, el futuro siempre está en camino
Y así acaba nuestro pequeño drama pasional tal y como ha sido representado hoy.

 
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Posted by on April 17, 2016 in Uncategorized

 

A Slenderman Musical Costume Design by Kayla Bashe

These are awesome! Kayle Bashe sent me her costume designs for the characters in the Slenderman Musical at various points in the tale. I adore them so much i shall share them with you.

the five of us

 

The Bar/Chilling at the Motel 6

 

I Must Possess You/Zoe as Timothy

 

The Decadent Abbey

 

Jordan redux

 

Samuel/Get Back, Devil

 

Jordan/The Time At Last

 

WE ARE TEDDYBEAR... LIBRARIANS...

 

Happy Birthday; Love, Zoe

 

You can check more of her ideas over at Polyvore as mintpearlvoice. In the meantime, me superhappylike.

 
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Posted by on April 12, 2016 in Uncategorized

 
 
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