 Yeah, she just heard me So on behalf of Worley Gate Productions, Hughes Box and also Shrew Productions, the three producers of this show, we want to welcome you tonight. Over at Worley Gate, we've been thinking about this play as a mechanic, it's an art, it's possibilities for five years, five sometimes long and crazy years. And we want to thank you for being here tonight at the final consummation of it all, for supporting us along the way and for generally being awesome, please give yourselves a round of applause. We deserved it, we also want to thank the human stage, the creative fund and the red carpet fund without whose financial support we wouldn't be here tonight. Okay, a few bits of business, I would like for everyone to please pull out the phones, I'll wait, and I would like for you to turn them on. I hope you all have had a chance to talk to the priestesses out in the lobby, read the instructional bulletin, insert inside your play bill, make sure that you're set up to talk to the gods. For the online audience, it's in the chat room. If you didn't, or if you have no idea what we're talking about, just raise your hand for just a moment, and one of these fine folks are going to come out to you, quietly make you set up, make sure you're ready to participate. Tonight is your night, don't want to be missing a thing. Okay, so while the priestesses are helping anyone else out, a few more bits of business. Tonight is clothing night and this wonderful run of the plague, we're so happy to have you. We're going to be thinking about our next production, which will treat on surveillance and espionage and cover the city and mission-based tours throughout the city. That will be a little bit down the road, it's going to be a big fight to chew. We also hope this production will have subsequent lives. You can always connect with Whirlygig and Whirlygigproductions.com, also shrewproductions.com, and hugeboxfestival.com. Our arranging co-producers, most likely priestesses are about ready, which means that we're about ready to go. But I've got to warn you, this is not the typical night of theater. I know that it would be cliche to say that we've thrown out the rulebook, but I'm not the playwright. I'm stuck with crappy cliches. I promise that the writing gets better from here on out. Okay, we're ready. I'm excited for you to know about further ado. I'd like to welcome you to Liz Fisher's Dave's Ex- Do you have any idea what it's like to be a distance of a god? The language where the word exists is a normal word like women's rest, or is it something else in there? Do you think to be asking those kinds of questions, you didn't think it was going to be one of those kind of things? Well, tough shit! It's the 5th century. And 100s, man, who wants your lady to come to theater? You're a hot day. Who knows if you can make it back to the high feet that sound like darkness? You might have to get an usher to whip out one of their flashlights. I see what kind of people you are. You shadow, you want to sit in the dark, and you pass judgment on what you see. Well, you see, you're so much better than me. You feel fucking smart. You can have it. All of it, all the power, all the prestige, all of our fun. You've got a lot of things you've got to make your choices tonight. Those to be here, or those to sit on your ass and put on your laptop. No! Why don't you try your hand at being the almighty god that's responsible for making shit happen? I'm done. If God ain't dead, it's going to strike. You're telling me you're thinking, oh, it's loose. I'm just a human. I don't know how to be a god. Well, you know, those people I say, a bunch of panties are going to laugh and make that fucking heart. When these stupid humans begin their sacrificing of those girls, Dr. Heroine Babies, while they're leaving you and anybody around them, crying, or whatever the mortals are calling that socially sanctioned, all of my life was so hard these days. You get to tell them what to do. You got to make this transfer of power official-like. I'm not sure I remember how to do this. First, the sacrifice. Anybody bring their firstborn son? Now that's just a ball. Shit, you're getting re-useless. It's going to be a permanent state because somebody didn't feel a share in the capital. After these, they'll be human states together. After the tune of, like, two or three hours. So as a teen, you get to go all rooms done slinging and vigilanteing on the universe. Oh, no, no, no. Your side is the same rules as the rest of us on the present day. Well, you have to decide these things democratically. You ever heard of it? Why'd you think the Athenians came up with democracy all by themselves? Fuck you. Try again. That was awesome. Everybody gets one vote regardless of your gender or land-owning status. Majority rules. Now, you can discuss it amongst yourselves and see which way to go, or yell. And my wife, she would be the other. But you have to decide these things quickly. You don't want the humans dying a whole day while you pick up on the final 24 hours. Now, these humans have two ways that they can pest you. Option one. You have a popular rhetorical question to the God, but humans are always asking questions. I know you've seen this, too. Just simply somebody stops and asks if they're there. God, what are we supposed to do? Yeah, so, you get a lot of them. They're bad-ass. They're short, which means you don't get a lot of control. You just have to get to whisper and fights. Now, these little moments of power are so fleeting. You're going to miss them if you aren't paying attention. And you're not going to want to miss out on this kind of fun. So, look after this. You get your answer one, and we ask two for no. That's it. You only get two options and it never changes, and you've got to answer that. How hard is that? You get a lot of likes, baby. All right, so what? So, you look at him and you look at him for 10, and I'll pretend to be what needs to react. You're going to ask him for guidance. So, again. I'm just a dumb human and don't know what to do. I'm surrounded by all these beautiful creatures and all I really want to do is make job with one of them. More specifically, God's no friend. God's thing all wrapped up. Don't even know that part. This is my favorite. Do you want to know why? More power. See, when the humans go to the oracle, or he's like, right? Yes. But, like I was saying, when the humans go to the oracle, you get more control. So, after they've done their ritual, sacrificing, hand-weighting, they turn themselves over. You get your mind out of the gutter. I'm not talking sexy. I'm talking about your mind. The best currency there is they lay their souls bare and you tell them what to do. They're not directly. Well, why don't you get your hands dirty? The priestesses act as the operators, connecting the humans up through the God hotline. They handle all the actual dirty work with interfacing with the online masses. So, all you have to do is listen. So, let me guess. I've got to show you how this works, too. Yeah? And, you know, I thought you would be the smart group. I guess they were wrong. The smart group. The smart group. The smart group. I've got to go to the oracle and I'm gonna prop up your tutor right now. Good. They turn, helping guide me. Save me. I'm but a lonely soul on this rock, hoping, longing, speaking. How can I go on when I've got a taste of the pleasure that lies just outside of my grasp? So, I ask you. Who will share my bed? There is man. I will. I feel crushed black from the fountain. I wish I knew too much. When I speak... All this was nothing in the past. If it's true... I was here. I know it's true. What's what I remember? Now, what is true is so seldom the same. I remember. I remember. I remember! Ten years ago, the sons of Atreus I have been known in Minalayas and had this spot for hours when they sailed controlling the rescue habit stolen from my husband Minalayas by taking back control of my cat... What? What did he do? Water! The slaughterhouse. The women of Troy are a herd of mourners. The men of Troy are a pack of corpses. The people of our house are a flock of doublets. I feel the death in here. I have borne on evil for you, Lord, but this be at end. Fuck that portion of the fire. I'm not killed. The God must be changed. It is my honor to send her. I'll pitch out here. I've got the medicine. I've got the medicine. Follow me. Welcome, darling. The Gods have been watching. Waiting for you to bring up questions for them. Don't be afraid. Speak your mind. Bear this man. The Gods pretend to be warm warm my country because it's my job. Jesus, ten years ago, they abandoned me, so fuck them. The Gods never let you stop it, child. They know that it is your duty that brought you here today. They see passion inside. It does not fool one another. I don't know the truth of our city. Ten years back, there is no word for what it is. We have words like orphans and widows and names of your parents or your partner, but no name for one who loses his child. Maybe because language fails or something that I'm found to be awful. I'm just like my husband. He turns calm. This word is hard. I know no husband. He's ten long years. Only grief has shared my bed. Honking me for the first time. He's nine years old. Her face gets out of the corners of my eyes. Taking from me two tunes. My first father. My husband. Ah, that's weird. I'm a shark. A live veteran with a son. I'm speaking on the street. Heading my mom's to all of New York. He promises all his white dresses, lowered in a feast. A wedding in the world you never forget. He's a crater. I don't know if it's a signal. Don't you hold me back with arms of iron. We keep the nail off her feet, holding her on the altar that's been transformed into a witcher rock. And she has struggling land. Daddy, to Christ, daddy! Her voice swallows her voice while we're in the showering waves. Her perfect mouth stuffed into dirty rags about a tiny bit of oil. Her voice can't be heard anymore. Rough hair, ripped off her dress, down across the beach in front of the scenario. She walks and winks, walks and winks. Her eyes never blink. Men who sang to her on her birthday they clamp down their hearts, avoiding her eyes. Pity is a butterfly in the grass as the hill comes down. So our great king launches his vows and ships to the virgin blood to cover a stone and whore leaving me with a second daughter no better than the garbage with whom she associates. And an only son I had to send away was his madness. And now this murderer, my husband, returns home, conquering hero. He dies down with unnecessary sacrifice to ensure a valuable victory. If you want to make this right tell me what am I to do? Become vengeance for my first born or reconcile asking for help is weak. I don't do weak but if you tell me what to do I will become your faithful servant. Prove to me that you are listening. Here I choose you, here I choose you. Now we must wait and have the guards to determine your faith and your ways. As they debate, as they debate, you must pray, you must pray. Clear your mind, open your mind open your spirit and choose yours. Hold to this question of your heart and you shall receive your house and your rents. This is joy. I'd like to say we hold our future in our hands. Now here it is. That could be so literal. But rebel in housey on days with peace and forgiveness in every one of us alive. Till 30, no place like it. After 10 years our mission matters came true. Most preposterous fools die at home. Not the hero's welcome, I would suspect it. Not that I was looking for a great confetti grateful virgin a cold beer but something for those who served honorably who sacrificed for their country. I at least have a beer. No. Always a surprise when you realize what you really mean about home. I never even liked beer before the war. But now it's all I do about it. Yes. The war in Troy? Working already certainly. Were any of you threatened? Did any enslave you or attacked you? It's all just because we're cute. When speech kills silence is the only way to survive. Instead of banners and trumpets to welcome us we are met with death wishes and threats. I thought we left that in the rubble of Troy. But no Troy has landed in August. Oh please wait, don't go. You know what you've seen. Oh we've been waiting for ten years. When the gods is over we're going to be our chester tearing our hair or discussing the minutiae of the hows and wheres and why the dead were left behind extremely quiet. Don't worry you're tired of your heads with that. Don't concern yourself with their pain. Their pain is spent. They're free. And so are we. The past has drifted away with the smoke of Troy. Now we have a life and a future something to hold on to and that's good. So bust out the tape and welcome home our veterans with 16 nurses in the streets. It's especially our creep chester laughing at none. Anyone who wants to hear the stories I've got about our king. My fellow citizen welcome home our most anxious to welcome her noble sons back into her arms especially our husband spared from the horror of this war by the hand of god. My queen our mighty general has honored me giving me the words to tell the tale of the last ten years and the battle he fought to regain the honor of this house. You can stop right there not a single syllable more if you want to keep all the limbs you have left. I will have the whole thing from the mouth of Agamemnon and no one else. Then I will know that my husband has truly returned home. So, unless we have Agamemnon stuffed in that sack we're done. I have a welcome home I would attempt to prepare to. I know that the world will never forget. I know a god who knows how meaning but what if the army wasn't drawing our king let us play the eagle on the edge? Oh, please, I do love a good I know a good story I was in a war once and I had a big sword and a shiny helmet and I loved my brothers and we got justice putting rights to wrongs and a far away land What have you done? Throne into an army? In the field a man is weaned from whatever excess of humanity he brings with him. Our hearts were emptied of human feelings. Were there were houses? We left smoldering wood piles of rubble. We smashed our way into crowds of men and women beating and hunting. We drove them across the fields like frightened horses we hurled their corpses into wells every finger came to hand we ruined. That is not what we were called. What did you hear? Tell me, tell me what it was I saw since you and I didn't know what happened. You will attestify to these atrocities and this cannot stand. You will From my part I remember nothing and that's from me and from my friends we had finished home at last but stripped of whatever it was we had before the quiet moments between battles were not moments of peace but periods of mounting tension anticipating their release now there will be no release only the waiting will be dead but it can go on forever in it from your brothers How dare you? How dare you? How dare you? How dare you those are no brothers Peace Peace Peace Peace Bahá'u'lláh Bahá'u'lláh ... you will mince david sun of a school of strenuous life. War is a stupid itself and dying. The joy of life that comes into this world is to give itself over and be annihilated. So there's, now we look to the future, to the just rewards, to the restoration of the city hall there, the comforts of a secure home, the fruits and labours of peacetime, a passing down to a new generation the values we all bearish. Into your soul, bitter lessons I learned from waiting. When your husband flips his life with coin, heads, tails in the pouring dust of strange lands, we women battle enemy combatants of a more private nature. Sleep brought no corner, only visions of your death bursting out of the darkness soaking my bed with blood. But now we banish those dark thoughts, homecoming and joy. But it is coming to our bed, lively in my arms forever. And we must honor the conqueror who has left Troy as a bloody state upon the earth. A special treat for our king who has sacrificed so much. God here knows my throne, my wife. The speech is like my absence. Too long. Too much. Leave the speech a-buying to the politician. This is not your place. And take back those great thoughts. No more the match, ever turn on treasure such as this. Grit me as a man. No more, no less. Grit me as a god and the gods will make us pay. Even if the oracle or Grit Zeus himself forbade me, I would still cover all arches with silks like this. If it guaranteed you a safer ride home. This is not for me for loving children of my age. And don't read just this one. Please. If I were to promise to undress you very carefully, wash the dust of trial from your body very slowly. We make it hard. For me to refuse. Babe, your tired eyes with my tongue. If the king of Troy had one, would he need something newer? Cry him? He wouldn't go twice. Perhaps that's why his city is still smoldering. Doesn't suit a man to be so much hungrier than those he's beaten? Doesn't suit a woman to be so aggressive. Why be so insistent? Why be so sad against even the littlest desire of your wife? Perhaps it would suit you. Then too, does it not suit greatness to accept defeats, regrets, and you so accustomed to being a victor in all things. And that's so little opportunity to show this form of magnanimity and accept this honour and pity. So this is a contest which you have to win. You have the persistence of a great soldier. Gods! Tell me what I should do. Give me a sign to let me know if I should heal. Heal to which the victor gives me life indeed too. And let me enter my house at last. Old man! I knew you were still there. You hide in the showers no better than rats. You're a clean up this mess. You wouldn't want our king thinking the whole country looked like a shit pile. Now quickly! Be useful for a change. Beachclats and planes! The faster we do this, the faster we can join the party. What for I wouldn't party like? I can preach, my sister, after so many years of heart's grief, joy. What the hell is wrong with the two of you? There's something in the air and it doesn't smell right. Oh, why not sour? Where's what could possibly go wrong? To our saviour! What? Hurry up home! Please, I didn't mean to scare you. Are you the devil? Can you hear me? Hey, it's celebration. It's better than my home for our king, Agaminda. Jesus. No. You don't speak until you're spoken to. So sit the fuck down and shut the fuck up, where I swear to the big guy in the clouds of the beard that I will wear your coat in like a cold cherry. Are we having fun yet? I know why. I've been long motherfucking years. I've waited for him to return home. I didn't actually think he'd make it back. I thought he'd die in that car. But somebody upstairs loves me. Somebody is giving me a special gift because I've been such a good boy. All wrapped up in Agaminda's skin. And all I got to do is use old Mr. Poke here to help me out of that. Today's day at the river. A time for celebration. A time where you can believe it's lasting. There is justice in the world. But God's too seen to that. Agaminda will pay the price at last for what his father did to mine. But, are you ready? Where is my love? Where is Clyde's semester? Oh, she's coming in, Sasha! Everything you don't know is you can kill him on the spot. Oh well, that's why she has me. Oh, dear. I'm going to ride a movie. I'll cut his throat. I'll cut his legs. I'll fuck his wife, honey. Slowly, guys. Oh, hi, dear. Fighting for freedom! I don't appreciate this. Oh, God. She made him face. Yes. That's the load of meat. We're like, we're put into the crevice. Just tell me what happened, and then I can... We can fix it inside the palace. That pain's taking me wrong. I... I am dressed in carefully, paying homage even to the doggies of his clothes. The hero's final blade concealing broad daylight, terror, confusion, fear, I cry. Just tell me what happened. Well, where is Lucy? The king. Your father. He has rushed the war home. And my dearest love for the birds. Casualty. We'll kill you too. Oh, Jesus, he will pay. Our names. No, we left that space long before today. I just miss a beat. I used to be called. What I see that is a gun. Burger King of Troy. King in blood. Always be thrown ratting on the jewels, ripped from... You know her. That's it, this time. That plenty of other varieties are crazy. What is happening with her? I've got a phone. I've got a double. It's fat and stupid full. Where to be? These are jars worth this one. Please. Hypothesis when in a tight language it goes right over my head. But even I know that doesn't sound good. Why can't we wrap a prophet who brings good news, huh? Perfect vision is agony. Besides, humans don't really want good news. It's easier to believe in the end of the world than half. Children, these adults are trying to have a conversation. What is a princess of Troy and Apollo's favorite prophetess doing in my country? Brightening underestimating Troy. We are so amazing on the broad. This is what a woman looks like these days if her conscience is still alive. Is that a threat? It is thick. Come with me, I'll take you inside. This would be Earth. I know that your son had felt the Earth for men to lock in cages. It was tasteless, there was happiness and ignorance and death. The harvest is no private where the chickens are sitting with their presents. Do not touch me. You're a pair to me. Yes, there are people of varying depth, but there are not. To show people, but a glimpse of the working of my mind, you just stare at me and take stupidity and uncover your hand, Ray. In some timelines, I have made it to the edge of the world. A step more and I fall off. I do not take that step. I stand along the edge. I do not take that step. No! Get from him. You must run. My words are fire and now it is a burning season. Just think, this woman's death will not bring the peace of this back. Please just think, show her some mercy. Mercy! Out! Get out! At least, since you took that road into our bed, our country has very clear rules to be with whores like you. You let me. Alone. The only peace stood up as my protector beside me. There's a lonely place for a woman at the top. Oh, poor thing, was it too hard running a country? You should try running a war. Sending your brightest and best to certain depth because your bluff wasn't convincing enough. So, let's skip these petty blank games and show them to me. Now, would you rather continue with knowing looks and chess once of the rules or talk about how you're going to try to kill me? I, who have fit a bright up force enough away from you that you couldn't take me back to your bed. Give me, lie with me, our arms around each other to make love. Yeah, and you can start doubting me, that would anger the landers. Yeah, that's what you do. But I do not care as it looks like you're taking the war, director. Fine, I have to be done enough fight. Would you have to stand there and speak to me of fighting? It may be that you have never seen what it is to and they do when the rules are restrained and taken off. It may be that you don't know that he's always on battle alert. Always lying in ambush. Always straining all his senses rigid with attention and waiting to explode like bats from dark dungeons when they've been aroused. Give pleasure and do a war. The voluptuousness of blood. The feelings lost in the searching of the blood. Like a long postponed night of love making but this night's more passionate and more furious in a heart of fire. There is some deep pleasure in killing some quivering of exhilaration. It's a pleasure in killing a geistess. If a person faces a life and death situation the choice on behalf of survival is justified and this is why he had to die. That in the fact that he was the most spineless, lifted bottomed beater of life so I guess maybe there was some push out. Pity you coward, it turns again the whole world will see you're about to die. Keep your morals in a mass grave that draws you to fight it. What about you? Wouldn't you believe it? You lie as easily as breathing on your bowels, promises, oaths die as soon as they're spoken. You come! When such promises are broken when one party on its own decides to enforce its preference by some unilateral action then if the relationship continues it is based on coercion. Force has come into play war has been declared a geistess violated our peace and so we have annihilated and we would do re-exacted the law upon these two traitors who stood in interpretation of the law. I thought this was supposed to believe in things like mercy. Kings believe in civilisation. Civilisation is a trap. It is complex, not simple. A mess that took hundreds of thousands of years the lives of millions building from the blood and bones of generations and we must defend it as a necessary death. Now you are witness to two of them. Strangely enough every day you see a small disc just a few inches in diameter and we know the truth is so very far from us. We know that it is hundreds of thousands of times larger than our census and even from three ends the gods have built error into your citizens. It is our reason on which we must rely and we will see how your gods have deceived you. No, curse you with your senses for they cannot perceive any other way for false. I see a young woman who is tired from her journey and overexcited by the traumas of people otherwise she would not speak so unwise why? Let's get you someplace quiet where you can rest Welcome to your new home. I didn't think of it actually killed her, she was his wife his queen! Are you sorry for all this? Can you bear all of this evil? Are we to break the burst open and vomit up the hellish underworld? I mean right now we should all be in that dark world of tantalus in the dear of your vomit. No, in a huge chasm buried under the river in the guilty souls they can wander over our heads in the fiery blood lava over our bodies let's see no, the earth the earth is still in heaven and unmoved the gods have left the building Oh no, no child is still here they would never leave me I'm just waiting for you so go go to the oracle ask for their help, show the girls the great power that exists in the pursuit of assistance and what would be my prayer? the prayer for my father's return is the only prayer I have had for the last ten years what about you? he's on the other side of the world hiding from the chaos that haunts this house so much for that maybe maybe he arrestes yes, if I go to the oracle then only the gods can bring arrestes back and then he can help fix the imbalance in this house justice brings everything to a balance for every word another word for hatred more hatred for sacrilege a messy death generation after generation and proving the truth of this law then to the oracle I have come you deserve better even from me I only pray to the gods who will remember that don't know if I can go to the oracle God do I have to go to the oracle alone? is she asking if one of us can go to town? I didn't even know that that was something you could do yes the gods not fill me with hope I guess the gods aren't fucking with me wow, thanks for that it wasn't feeling bad enough already stop it she's in shock she just wants her father to murder her mother and something other treatment and now I'm back in Denver my bone is falling apart how about your second thing of the bodies? the bodies aren't funny, they're funny I was wrong dead wrong I'm going to tell you something just help me here you're feeling a bit stiff in terms of this house you were supposed to save me from that bitch mother you don't make everything alright okay swooping with this red cape and after saving the rest of the world for me we'll be able to make everything better but that monster was not my father not the same sweet man who would make pancakes for me and my sister who would play peek-a-boo with our baby brother just because it made him laugh uncontrollably uncontrollably and then they shift back this hot person this pale imitation no dark deviation of my father because the man that was my father would never have don't dishonor your mother in your sister's space by sugarcoating them but it's just that the man that was my father that's watered on the throne of arkas because it cannot be mom this sounds like what we said when we married in janitor the hourglass of my existence pancakes turning over and over and over and over again and I feel like I keep looking out the same fucking tragedy and over and over the thing that's in my father's blood ladies, you guys loathe like an hour and look what you got in town hmm I'm not gonna stop him like he has any kind of shit, man I'm gonna go land go off that's where he shot her I'm gonna put her to look by her face for some prices but he's like, I like her but there's last one, shit, he came on my toes was it expecting to go to pearl and I should have picked you for the truly sadistic type oh well, I'm giving serial killers me a night out I'm really interested in how the shovels people feel about this situation I mean, I'm never a nice guy when things don't go my way I mean, where do you think flashed this time is really came from it was not such gentle disagreement over the best marriage for lamb chops so what is this, tell me why go with the shovel I mean, clearly you wanted things to go a different way why is that that's a real question you didn't really answer anybody for the shovel tell me why you went that way anybody, you know I'm not in the form of this one I won't when you're speaking I'm buried buried buried buried okay are you okay with going this way you want the pearl I just defended it I don't think it's enough is there? there's a lot of snuch that it means to lose a father also that's sweet not very godlike I'm sorry anyway I don't know if I'm good with throwing the pearl either fuck them this board tell you what make this a little more fun you're gonna throw this board out you're gonna raise the ante a little better get rid of these options let's just pretend this whole thing never happened let's make things a little more interesting simple majority of my ass so fucking boring and there's nothing simple about it the scandals are never even and if you really want to know what it's like to be a god you gotta know we never follow the rule stop give me a number between zero and nine seven who has the phone number and it's seven right over there stand up and do we have seven, seven, seven it's not a contest it's pretty easy to go to seven seven seven, seven stand up I should do a wave of the hand just stand right up there alright everybody standing up your boat down down to five boats yeah you're glad you stood up now the rest of you you're sitting down, sitting stupid standing up get them on your side go ahead and yeah, yeah, yeah talk them into a private one they've got big stalls in here I don't care what you do don't be so mad at me that you get to be more powerful some of my fault that they got look, yeah it's a little bit my fault they got my game you should pay for that alright, take a look everybody get out of here get out of this black box I don't know take a dump talk amongst yourselves get some fresh air keep prophecies on the mulligan and if you're asked in that chapter if you didn't just get to be more powerful you don't want to take that particular cookie crumble I'm going to talk to a priestess I'll make sure they're around they can tell you how to be more equal got any questions? I don't have a priestess I don't have good requests anymore seriously, get the fuck out of here when you come back you will tell this poor girl what she's really going to do got 20 minutes go and then this quote they may like 10 minutes or 5 minutes into the first half so there's still plenty of minutes whatever I'm okay with that I'm not he's very active though delivery I texted her too she's like what go go go anything from here again I mean you don't look very decided decidedly undecided you know a little time when you figure out which way to go I understand there's some high rollers up here so the rest of you you need to band together and take them down anything can happen but it's going to happen now time to shiver up here important that's more death absolutely more death please anything but death am I supposed to sit around and play the classic princess and wait for some big strong man to come in the table I'm sure that's not what the gods were saying the opposite of action is not some mission so you said but I am under the thumb of the gods they have made me powerless as come well it's just that it's my feet the breath knocked out of me significantly what reason is there to carry on and at the center of all this my father the one whom I thought I knew so well has reeled himself to be my destroyer not so loud not so loud bear that fear the tongue's favorite taste is retelling another man's secret fairy tyrant from the lap he worked like a clean wool whom, if the gods are kind will take that milk and curdle it to poison filling his body and loathing it and twisting it like a spoiled mother that's certainly one possibility or maybe you could try patience I mean we don't know yet how this might turn out you can't be here the king is coming here since when does the public have a clear out when the king wants to walk through the palace do you have any idea who I am no sir if you ask to stay soldier no sir then move your sorry excuse for an answer about this rationally but it seems that whatever I say will upset you I don't make you understand you live in the world of black and white but I return home from a land of graves you all can bet but sometimes they're bet over battles across a kitchen counter and raped by someone who should have defended them so whether or not they're so reckless or scrupulous or evil that they deny all morality on all ethical restraints then men do their duty I did my duty that's what it is to be a man not to be paralyzed in the sun by the complexity of all human affairs but to work through a thicket of moral ambiguity and then with all due humility for the rectitude of one's acts to act or else the world is there to sink under the weight of its own uncertainties so my hand was forced kill against us or be killed that's for your mother I killed her I made a sacrifice of her unholy perhaps but I gifted justice back to the city I am a benefactor of Arbus I have been to this once and women throughout their land trying to murder husbands hunting pity with bared breasts they'd be killing their men at the slightest pre-taste I would have stopped at this at worse knowing the ambition of that woman she was my mother and loyalty is to be admired to a point even if that mother was herself a barracuda and one mustn't use certain expression these days with your generation one mustn't call people barracudas for example try and apologize she was your mother after all my wife she was a slut poor distinctions things are never quite so doesn't fright to go on another man's emotions another man's imagination and his secrecy's intelligences passion stays sweet so long as they do no harm to the bodies of others perhaps for actions those we cover all the time it should that's what it is to be a king nothing else yes yes that is all I see when I look at you just or maybe never before have I loved and hated a man then I suppose that would be Cassandra come here meet your new daughter what no do all of it I am a member of this family so I know that one can commit murder and make excuses to justify it yes that is your sort of civilization the one that you and your generation built not one see yours your speaks nicely and behaves barbarously yes indeed if things face on things will transform the very stuff of life on earth you've lost your parents all together forgotten everything that you've ever stood for forgotten what it means to love your country your family forgotten everything you have ever stood for stood for a younger than you thank you for sharing your thoughts but I don't care you will swallow this all of this and you will take this woman as your mother I'm like your fourth mother she is pure and kind and she will help us transform this country into what it should be so you will accept and you will endure with a perfect smile and a pressed dress and a dutiful demeanor and we will begin with a family dinner now you two will talk and you will love her and respect her do you hear me yes yes sir sorry to disturb you sir but your ministers meet you in the dining room for dinner very soon yep shouldn't you be guiding something yes sir just leave more life than you thought more than you would ever know but I look at you just my stomach turned into crystals maybe you've got a touch of prominence in you too or maybe you've been your core somewhere like it what do you mean you've been here before this is my home I've always been here and you are the one who invaded it your father is mine don't worry I'll wait for anybody to come that's supposed to be funny maybe actually I don't know actually I don't understand humor I'll just take that away from me I just call them like I see them I'll tell her what I see for her future what is this happening what is this happening what is this what is this yes that would be your own duty to me and partially duty to the will of will be a misunderstanding of the group let's show them our doorstep but you look pretty put together for a damaged woman these are different planes these are howls it's keeping it all inside of you but look at them or it's too late but that's right you know one thing you are crazy trust your trusting father you know I don't want to be but there is this wandering terror that bubbles up inside of me and I cried for no reason or fear or maybe it was I've never seen happiness that looked like that damn I've been just a 10 year each day we're just wandering for the first encounter it's lighter than a feather it drags you down until it can't even see any black surface if we went inside of the house do not speak to me about this house I know what this house is I think about the world burning and everything is on fire and there's nowhere to run and there is nowhere to hide yes I'm in fact what you think today no no then you misunderstand me if you fall asleep you don't need to breathe all of this and silence silence are you going to stop me no I know where I can stop you everything else is already taken from you I know what I did that to it's funny I would like to think that in some other life you and I might have been friends no it never works out for us at any time why but yes I would have liked that too how are you so good inside try to keep it clean I want you to bust out the mop and the bleach you might ruin your dress the princesses shouldn't have messy dresses or am I doing crime on fear solving I have to go since the gods stopped listening to me when Apollo chose me I created the sun so this last second of life let my enemies pay with blood let Adam and non pay with blood I'm just a dead girl forgettable and anonymous a quick mouth full of death everything I've ever seen in a whole of the universe begin everything I've ever suffered or lived through because I am amazed by the human beings that are used and abandoned on this earth happy my enemy admitted defeat and yet I feel something else I'm like a pity girl more than a pity girl it's like I know her a reflection of myself in a mirror under water in front of my smoke created when it's my time I have the courage and the infantry you're kidding then you must be my cousin Bob sure yeah don't talk to me wow beautiful you mean the house of the chip Apollo's princess I was showing one of our veterans a palace he served with my cousin his name is I'm sorry I didn't catch it I didn't give it you wish to build the god would never be so proud they are they brought me home the lazy dream of my head is is crying out no this can't be happening don't come me here I'm screaming I'm firing burning I'm scattering like I'm swimming like a sword like a blast waiting to be used not yours no I gave this to her no no no into my world taking to be a friend and all the time nothing in return no sir I should have spoiled this sooner it was not only by luck that I stopped it here at the doors God only knows what chaos it would have caused if it had entered the palace I don't know what you hold what's in your hand sir this is a dream only a dream isn't God meant let's go stop it here I'm going to do a prayer for him and pray that prayer is mad pray when can I possibly pray a prayer picking up some of the problems of this wretched place what was that I don't know God why did you fill my home with imbeciles Apollo I need your help truly the gods would abandon their son at a time like this what's he saying how do you feel about books of mystery books of mystery books of mystery to the Oracle go both to tell the boy how shitty his family's trap record is at the Oracle I was going to kill you on the spot don't go back travel then ok we start unraveling them now so we don't have to clean up a pair of dead bodies my keenly incomparable like some of the most high gods Zeus sent a man to speak the true word of the gods to reveal the future to unshroud the present where mankind wonders in mind we shut up in the dark room Apollo I once again commit my whole life to your guidance I didn't think about visiting too often sacrificing whatever I had I will give a criminal that I had I mean be patient with me Apollo this is an evil day a day in which true and false exchange faces Apollo teach me what I must do to erase this curse for my detesting family probably could purify the stones that had thrown before in my house for far too long to purify seeing my life my hope my future for more wisdom decide and tell me what you gave me this yes I knew it was at stake but I put my faith in your head just thought that maybe you'd maintain the illusion I was capturing my own life a little bit longer maybe I never was decisions made before I could talk are what brought me here today now I must play out there and end the movie most mortals like to think that we have some degree of control over our lives but maybe the only thing we're really in control over is how tightly closer as to what's really happening I can feel that level what do you think about your fellow gods some of them are grumpy to me what do you think the people in here some of you think that's why not all these they're fucking with you the whole time but honest to me I haven't changed a thing nothing of this league nothing of that no longer than that I've just been watching the whole time loving every minute of it because it's so much more fun when you don't have to call the shots but I do feel that once you've gotten your way to the downside of democracy you handle what you want but if you try sometimes you just might go not what you need that's bullshit but a god who's one of the best of all fools if you don't like that prophecy you don't have to have you can come with me start over to a new place leave this place and have me give you what you want go and have the wrong path get down to the wheel of the ignorant majority and find out what would happen if we'd listen to the vocal minority what? cause we only have two options to this vocal minority and once we find out what would happen if this one had gotten picked any takers you got any more advice? you want to see what happens you gotta get up pick up all the shit that you can't wait that you ever want to see again come up here I'm curious about the stuff that you ever want to see again anybody? anybody? we're going to a new place we're going to a new place we're going to have something else get your stuff cause I cannot stress this enough we will not be coming back we will not be coming back please use my deepest apologies my deepest apologies my deepest apologies but if you do not do that if you want to see me can't believe what they're walking away from just because you can pick door number two doesn't mean you shouldn't choose door number two if you haven't given time to me through their decision consider their applications what will happen to the ones left behind how do we move the oracle to a new location succession is revolution revolution have you ever seen revolution first of all I've never met a non-immortal who had the Cajones to say no to me and that's not a fun feeling so thank you for reminding me why I tend to spike people before they finish saying no secondly these are grown ass demigods who can be trusted with their own minds free will bitch implications and consequences you made your choice here's mine why get it Cal did he justice out of his liver I mean how do he justice I'm a mad man you're a mad man he says stand up my rigid party but release he's a riot these words fail to prove to God's life where they cover us a different dark as the sun never again comes up he's lucky my son is dead my son is gone the gods now see fit to punish me a smoking pile of regret I can be mad you must let this go he says he's lost his life of course to my foul first eye I can't hide in shadows all corners the hate for God's army the grieving father can you say is it our job we bear witness we'll follow me we'll mix our tears with my son's precious blood his blood for names will be respected as we beg forgiveness not only for this terrible violation but for the loss of our daughters we'll pay them the honors these great heroes deserve I'll do for their souls no they did it really how I was like I hope I won it's a bit too much now it was a it was a get another glass no problem these puffs don't go in the front they're gonna go in the front they're gonna go in the front and go back to I know you see you have to see this again yeah yeah we're gonna start on the chairs too