Do You Understand what a deep Fate Line means? Does Anyone? It tastes like salt. Oh, Theater’s flesh has been replenished. Hello, You.

May I be the first to welcome you to Act Three of Showtime. I will also be the last person to welcome you to Act Three of Showtime. You all know what happens on Showtime and if Things Happen that make other people welcome you to Showtime then it is Time for me to Leave. That will not happen though. It will not.

You may remember where we last left off. That makes one of us. Shall we observe the scene? I am sorry. That was rhetorical. There is no three will at this point of the show. Here we are Then.







can You count the men? I know their Names but not their Faces. Reveal One to Me and I will Reveal cursed syllables. You may Exit your Seats Now.

Have you ever been in a salt mine? The floors are salt, the walls are salt. Everywhere your eyes linger, the coarse grains filter through the air. Dry, dry is the air. Drier still when thou doth realize their fate is but a line in the salt on the floor, nary a toe to smudge or water to dissolve it utterly. How parched is your tongue now, dear jester?

Ah, very. The Condensated Salt of the Star Arecaceae would usually replenish these glands. Tasty They were, giving sodium and subsidence. But Salt water is the gift of Dolos, serving only to Poison me at a later date. All I have left is Sticky Hands and a Dehydrated Maw. I am very parched indeed, Mr.Sir. Yet I Lick, for a marshmallow today, to my untrained eye, is better than two marshmallows on the Morrow. This is the Devil I know and the Fate I have accepted.

I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go, little high, little low
Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me

Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooh, didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters

Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time
Goodbye, everybody, I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, ooh, (any way the wind blows)
I don't want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all

I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango?
Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very fright'ning me
(Galileo.) Galileo. (Galileo.) Galileo. Galileo figaro magnifico
I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Easy come, easy go, will you let me go?
Bismillah! No, we will not let you go
(Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go
(Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go
(Let me go.) Will not let you go
(Let me go.) Will not let you go. (Let me go.) Ah
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
(Oh mamma mia, mamma mia) Mamma mia, let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me!

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye?
So you think you can love me and leave me to die?
Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby!
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here!

_{Nothing really matters, anyone can see
Nothing really matters
^{Nothing really matters to me
Any way the wind blows...}}

Robert Warsaw was smoking one of the biggest cigars in the state, he stood beside his partner outside the theatre.

"So do you believe it? What's being said, this theatre is the most TWISTED fucking thing I ever heard about in my life."

He smiled, his epic police badge hanging off his belt and his pistol on his right side in it's snug hostler.

It was only a sign of what's to come.

@DeadDrop

...Do you hear that? Listen closely. brothers.



Yes, I know you're lacking in tongues, but I'd expect some Attempt at Compensation. You've done it before: Elighten me. Is this Chatter real? Or is it another Voidsense, so common as to be unworthy of investigation? What do the voices insist, answers or loyalty?




….I See. No, poor phrasing on My Behalf. Would it be more Appropriate to Say I Do Not See? A Rare Time where Voidsense has use, on the Outside of our My Theater? The Endless Night so Seldom Opens to a World beyond.



Lots of Work for us Me to do, then. Unlock the Gates.

Robert Warsaw looks behind him at the back door to the theatre.

"Did you hear that?" He says.

Biff, smoking even a huger cigar drops it and puts it out with his huge boots.

"Fucking TWISTED."

"No time for back up eh...?" Robert says, his voice hiding a hint of fear.

"No time... We go in and look for some twisted fuckers. Fuck fuck fuck... This is going to be serious."

Robert Warsaw takes out his phone, looking for a signal.

"I hate this damn town... I know inside, my family loves me - and my Krav Maga."

"Me too." Biff says as he opens the door.

Something TWISTED was about to happen.

They're not Joining.
....This is an Infernal Game of Poultry. Is anything On?




Neither of Us can Eat, You fucking morons. What's the Use?



Poor Sportsmanship. You've always been Jealous of Me Si-



...the Door Closed. Did Someone Enter?

Warsaw opended the door, the two entered after Hellcat stepped over a tripwire.

"Place is rigged, guess this is the home if the playwright."

Says hellcat as he points the tripwire to Warsaw.

"I got a feeling, a twisted one. Lets keep going."

So they did.