Re: Mini-Grand 5107 [Round 1: Macbeth]
08-01-2011, 03:13 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by ch00_bakka.
Joseph was taking a nap. A very nice nap, on his couch. Somewhere in the middle of a futuristic city. He had been on the run from the police (Is sleepin' in an alley illegal 'ere? Ah was jus' tryin' ta take a nap! Can't afford a room! Not my faul' I don' have any fancy future-credits 'r anythin'!), and had dragged his couch in here from the street outside (An' nobody 'elped me! Ah'm no' tha' strong! An' they prob'ly have some fancy future-muscle-booster-things! Could 'a 'elped an old man wi' his couch!). He had been asleep for a few hours, and the police were about to take him in - one of the pedestrians had told them about the strange old man in the alley (Ah bet i' was tha' one wi' the funny robes. She looked pretty suspishus) - when he was transported to the battle. He slept straight through the introduction, and only awoke when his couch, and his guitar, were rudely dropped on top of Sunspot and Nightowl. (Damn pan-dah-menshunal kidnappers! Can' leave an ol' man ta his sleep!) He saw the witches, and the golem, and the fallen hero, and grinned. (Damn right! Been a long time since I 'ad a chance ta have a real adventure! Wi' witches and robots and super'eroes! An' I managed ta land on one already! Missed th' witch though... Huh. Usually ya land on th' witch.) He jumped to his feet, and waved his guitar in the air, shouting, "Oy! Witch-ladies! Come an' get some!" He jumped off the couch onto the ground, and promptly fell through a trapdoor. (Wha' sort a' witches put a damn trapdoor unner their lair? 'S ridiculous! Tha's the sort a' thing evil kings 're supposed ta do!) He landed below the stage on a mattress (An' a mattress? I'd thing there'd be a death trap, 're at least a cell at th' end 'f it!), obviously put there to catch falling actors, and almost knocked himself unconscious with his guitar.
He got up and looked around the underside of the stage. there were lots of ropes, some sandbags, and a very startled stagehand, who after a couple of seconds was no longer startled about anything. Because Joe had smacked him with his guitar. (These witch really need ta get wi' th' picture. They're supposed ta have goblins 'n' stuff, not 'umans!) He put the unconscious stagehand in a cozy corner, so nobody would notice him, and examined the ropes. He pulled one at random (Well wha' else am I s'posed ta do with ropes? Not pulling ropes is like not pushing big red buttons! Ya got ta pull th' suspishus ropes!), and on the stage above a sandbag fell from the ceiling and knocked out one of the witches. He heard a loud thump and a scream, and grinned. After pulling or releasing then rest of the ropes (causing several backdrop changes, the curtains to close and reopen a few times, and another pair of sandbags to drop, nearly killing a stagehand and breaking a very valuable prop sword), he went off in another direction to look for something more interesting. On the stage above, the backdrop now showed a New York street, left over from the last play the theater had show.
Joseph was taking a nap. A very nice nap, on his couch. Somewhere in the middle of a futuristic city. He had been on the run from the police (Is sleepin' in an alley illegal 'ere? Ah was jus' tryin' ta take a nap! Can't afford a room! Not my faul' I don' have any fancy future-credits 'r anythin'!), and had dragged his couch in here from the street outside (An' nobody 'elped me! Ah'm no' tha' strong! An' they prob'ly have some fancy future-muscle-booster-things! Could 'a 'elped an old man wi' his couch!). He had been asleep for a few hours, and the police were about to take him in - one of the pedestrians had told them about the strange old man in the alley (Ah bet i' was tha' one wi' the funny robes. She looked pretty suspishus) - when he was transported to the battle. He slept straight through the introduction, and only awoke when his couch, and his guitar, were rudely dropped on top of Sunspot and Nightowl. (Damn pan-dah-menshunal kidnappers! Can' leave an ol' man ta his sleep!) He saw the witches, and the golem, and the fallen hero, and grinned. (Damn right! Been a long time since I 'ad a chance ta have a real adventure! Wi' witches and robots and super'eroes! An' I managed ta land on one already! Missed th' witch though... Huh. Usually ya land on th' witch.) He jumped to his feet, and waved his guitar in the air, shouting, "Oy! Witch-ladies! Come an' get some!" He jumped off the couch onto the ground, and promptly fell through a trapdoor. (Wha' sort a' witches put a damn trapdoor unner their lair? 'S ridiculous! Tha's the sort a' thing evil kings 're supposed ta do!) He landed below the stage on a mattress (An' a mattress? I'd thing there'd be a death trap, 're at least a cell at th' end 'f it!), obviously put there to catch falling actors, and almost knocked himself unconscious with his guitar.
He got up and looked around the underside of the stage. there were lots of ropes, some sandbags, and a very startled stagehand, who after a couple of seconds was no longer startled about anything. Because Joe had smacked him with his guitar. (These witch really need ta get wi' th' picture. They're supposed ta have goblins 'n' stuff, not 'umans!) He put the unconscious stagehand in a cozy corner, so nobody would notice him, and examined the ropes. He pulled one at random (Well wha' else am I s'posed ta do with ropes? Not pulling ropes is like not pushing big red buttons! Ya got ta pull th' suspishus ropes!), and on the stage above a sandbag fell from the ceiling and knocked out one of the witches. He heard a loud thump and a scream, and grinned. After pulling or releasing then rest of the ropes (causing several backdrop changes, the curtains to close and reopen a few times, and another pair of sandbags to drop, nearly killing a stagehand and breaking a very valuable prop sword), he went off in another direction to look for something more interesting. On the stage above, the backdrop now showed a New York street, left over from the last play the theater had show.