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Play Hell: A 152 Scene Play in Roughly 10 Minutes
Alex T. on Tue Dec 02, 2008 6:08 pm
Play Hell: A 152 Scene Play in Roughly 10 Minutes
(All Charcters where over exaggerated masks and cornuthi. Scenery is two doors: one says Hell on it, the other is just the opposite door. There is a table center, with chairs. Scene 12: Camden stands on top of a chair. Enter James.)
James: Camden, I brought the letter, written by our brave leader, James, captured in the city walls of Abraham City!
Camden: So I see….Didn’t I already know he was captured?
(pause)
James: So
Camden: Yes I do.
James: Do you want me to read the letter?
Camden: Yes I do.
James: Very well, the letter reads as follows: “We have cornered the fleeting members of the vigilante faction in the walls of Abraham City. Victory is in our reach, but there/ is one
Camden: What is it?
James: Victory is in our reach, but there is one concern.
Camden: What is it?
James: Unfortunately, they/ hold your beloved daughter Trisha in their stronghold. If you
Camden: My daughter, Trisha! How do I
James: If you
Camden: How do I
(James looks at Camden as if he is saying a line that he doesn’t even have.)
James: If you want her back, they demand that the pursuit be dropped.
(long, awkward pause)
James: If you want her back, they demand that the pursuit be dropped.
Camden: How do I, How do I….How should this sort of thing happen with….My daughter Trisha! How do I get her back?
(pause)
James: If you want her back, they demand that the pursuit be dropped.
Camden: Okay.
(Camden exits through the door.)
James: (aside) Lord Gunthrage is an interesting character. It’s as if he is one part precognitive mixed with two parts blunt. He is by far the most bumbling character lyrically I have ever met….He’ll drown the enemy with his own stupor.
Exits through the door. SCENE 11 Suddenly, Mark and Trisha envelope the stage. Mark sits at the table writing a letter. Trisha stands behind him.
Mark: (talking while writing the note) My dearest Trisha; eyes of pearls, snow white skin, immaculate heart with the with a fire who’s warmth you only share with me. I am stuck behind the infernal walls of Abraham city. I think of you dear. Constantly. Let me embue all of these words with my essence. Let me be all of them so that you may comfort with them. So that you may console with them, so that I may haunt your presence through the ink on this paper. I am lost. I am heartbreak without you. My love, I will die drowned soon if I see you not. Drowned in the memories which I only share with you.
Trisha: That’s horrible!
Mark: How could you say that, beloved?
Trisha: Just listen to what you’re writing! It’s wishy-washy poetry crap.
Mark: Trisha…
Trisha: It sounds like a suicide letter!
Mark: Trisha!
Trisha: It sounds like emo poetry!
Mark: Trisha.
Trisha: What?
Mark: I am not emo.
Trisha: Well…
Mark: This is from the heart!
Trisha: Who says emo kids don’t speak from the heart?
Mark: Um,
Trisha: Emo is short for “emotional”
Mark: It’s the connotation.
Trisha: Whatever.
(pause)
Mark: You’re dead.
Trisha: So?
Mark: So, go ahead and die so I can finish writing this.
Trisha: Fair enough.
(Trisha walks through the door. Mark finishes the letter and walks to the opposite door. Jason enters through the door, takes the letter, and leaves through the Hell door. SCENE 3 He enters through the opposite door again, with Trisha, Camden, and Dave. Dave lies on the ground, dead. Mark jumps on the table in a victory stance.)
Mark: Another infidel has been banished, brethren! Notice, if you will. Peer with your eyes. Open your hearts to the bleakness that is death which has been laid in front of us! Victory! We have defeated Dave!
Jason and Trisha: Yay!
Mark: Now, my most moving compatriots
Camden: Yay!
Mark: Friends, fellows, followers, fickle fleeting fiends of my ffffrolicking fffffanciful fffffffolly, We have cornered the vigilantes in the walls of Abraham City!
Jason: Yay!
Trisha: Wait, really?
Mark: Ye…
Camden: Yay!
Mark: Yes, dearest beloved, we have.
Trisha: On their own accord?
Mark: What?
Trisha: Are they there on their own accord?
Mark: Why, no. It wouldn’t really be called cornering them if they were already in the corner, would it?
Trisha: Oh….
Mark: What is it, butterfly of my heart? Bubbly little candy cane of my Christmas tree of love…
Trisha: It’s just…
Mark: Pumpkin of Aphrodite’s pumpkin patch. Cupid’s Cupid-y arrow of Cupid love! Pretty pink princess of my pastel painted heart. (continued through Trisha’s next line. Feel free to improvise lines.)
Trisha: (Aside) It’s just that I don’t see why we have to do this to a bunch of people trying to express themselves. Granted, saying that we can’t do this is suppressing ourselves. That’s the tricky thing about conflicts. There’s just so many gosh darn ways to look at things. It’s annoying. I don’t like it. I think I’m going to sit here the rest of the play. (sits down and never moves again until she inevitably dies whenever the scene happens where she dies, and then she still doesn’t move much. She just kinda falls over.)
Camden: Captain!
Mark: Yes, Camden?
Camden: Well…
Mark: What is it, Camden? You know you can always talk to me! I will always be here for y-
Camden: Well, how do we know that the vigilantes are really where we say they are?
(pause)
Mark: Word of mouth?
James: Who’s mouth?
Mark: Dave’s.
James: But he’s dead.
Cameron: Very dead.
James: Maybe he was l-
Cameron: Yeah!
James: Maybe he was lying.
(Pause)
Mark: You think?
James: Well, we can’t ask him now.
Cameron: He’s dead.
James: Very dead.
(pause)
Mark:-
Cameron: Was that my line?
(pause)
Mark: Very well. I will go to the castle walls of Abraham City and ask the vigilantes if they are indeed there. Be back in a minute. (leaves through Hell door)
James: I will follow to take account of this epic journey. (leaves through Hell door)
SCENE 4 James enters through Hell door.
James: Mark has been captured.
Camden: Yay!
James: Wha-
SCENE 52
(Trisha pulls out a bag of popcorn and begins eating it.)
James: So are you prepared to rescue our brave leader, Mark, Camden?
Camden: Boy…am I?
James:-
Camden: Boy, am I!
James: Memorize your lines.
Camden: Boy, am I!
James: Good. (Pulls out a long scroll) We must check off everything we need before we leave. (reading) rope…(touches rope on his hip) check. (Continues checking real items) Spyglass…check. Wand…check. Elder scrolls of wizardry…check. Okay! Now you, Camden: (Camden pulls out an imaginary bad and retrieves imaginary objects from it. Says “Check” after everything mentioned.) Water bottles, long swords, short swords, bastard swords, spears, two horses, dvds, sleeping bags, cell phones. Good! So, I’ll go this way, you go the other. Call if you need anyh-
Camden: My real name’s Macbeth.
James: What?
Camden: My real name is Thomas Camden Macbeth.
James: So…you want me to call you Macbeth?
(Trisha chokes on popcorn and eventually dies. Take your time with it if you feel like it.)
Camden: No, I was just saying ‘cause you can put that in your cell phone.
James:-
Camden: Incase you have any other friends named Camden.
James: Oh, okay….
(pause)
Camden: Cya later. (leaves through opposite door.)
James: Bye. (leaves through Hell door)
Scene 2 Mark comes back and Dave stands up. They brandish weapons at each other.
Mark: So, this is it, Dave! The climax of everything we’ve worked so hard for!
Dave: So early? It’s only scene 2.
Mark: Is it really? I’m sure that will be fixed later.
Dave: I suppose it’d have to.
Mark: It would indeed. Now, to exact my revenge for Trisha’s death!
Dave: She’s dead NOW? In Scene 2? That can’t be right.
Mark: It doesn’t really, but, like I said, it will be fixed by the playwright.
Dave: But, I mean, is it going to make any sense at all? I mean, It just seems to me that the whole play would end up being choppy with a lot of dues ex machine going on to further the play.
Mark: Does the audience know what dues ex machine is?
(Mark and Dave look out into the audience. They both shrug.)
Mark and Dave: enh.
Mark: So, we should get on to our most awesome sword fight where you die and stuff.
Dave: Yeah…
Mark: Oh, what now?
Dave: Well……I don’t know how to sword fight.
Mark: Really?
Dave: I don’t have a lot of experience.
Mark: We could wing it.
Dave: Well, that’s not safe.
Mark: Well, you’re going to die anyway.
Dave: But still.
Mark: I really don’t see what the big deal is.
Dave: Well, I mean, I could get an eye put out.
Mark: Well, you’re not going to be seeing a lot when you’re dead, are you?
Dave: Well, no. I imagine not at least. But I was kinda hoping to have an open casket funeral, so I’d like both of my eyes to look intact.
Mark: Well, I can understand that.
Dave: I thought you would.
Mark: You’re trying to make a lasting impression.
Dave: For the last time.
Mark: Right right. Okay, here’s what we’ll do: We’ll have a blackout, the sound guy will play a cue that SOUNDS like a really amazing, epic sword fight, and you can die with dignity.
Dave: Cheers.
(Blackout, with some INTENSE sound cue with a lot of sword clangy noises. Lights come up on SCENE 152. Camden and Jason are brutally wounded from the 100 consecutive scenes of trying to rescue Mark. Dave and Trisha are dead on the ground. Mark, Camden and Jason sit at the table with a birthday cake. Mark wears a birthday hat.)
Mark, James, and Camden: Yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!
Mark: Party!
James: Par/tyyyyyyyyyy!
Camden: Partyyyyyyyyyyy!
Mark: Partyyyyyyyyyyy!
James: Partyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!
Mark: Oh, thanks, guys! I really appreciate you guys spending so much time helping me get out of the castle walls of ABRAHAM CITY!
James: Haha, heck-scicles, Mark! That was INTENSE!
Camden: Like Bonanza intense!
Mark: You got that right! And you finally get me out in time for my birthday even! That really rules, guys. You know, I am going to take you out and get you a bunch of strippers!
James: Oh man, thanks, Mark! I really appreciate that.
Camden: I like men!
Mark: Haha, sure you do Camden! And there’s nothing wrong with that! Two male strippers for Mark! Happy ends for all! Happy! Happy! Happy! Happy! Happy!
James: So convenient!
Mark: Hurrumph Hurrumph!
(pause)
Camden: So….how do we end this play?
James: Blackout?
Mark: Yes! But a happy one!
(Slow fade out with everyone waving and smiling at the audience, saying such things as “Bye now!” “Have a safe drive home!” “There’s a Mellow Mushroom down the road! They serve beer!” ect.)
(All Charcters where over exaggerated masks and cornuthi. Scenery is two doors: one says Hell on it, the other is just the opposite door. There is a table center, with chairs. Scene 12: Camden stands on top of a chair. Enter James.)
James: Camden, I brought the letter, written by our brave leader, James, captured in the city walls of Abraham City!
Camden: So I see….Didn’t I already know he was captured?
(pause)
James: So
Camden: Yes I do.
James: Do you want me to read the letter?
Camden: Yes I do.
James: Very well, the letter reads as follows: “We have cornered the fleeting members of the vigilante faction in the walls of Abraham City. Victory is in our reach, but there/ is one
Camden: What is it?
James: Victory is in our reach, but there is one concern.
Camden: What is it?
James: Unfortunately, they/ hold your beloved daughter Trisha in their stronghold. If you
Camden: My daughter, Trisha! How do I
James: If you
Camden: How do I
(James looks at Camden as if he is saying a line that he doesn’t even have.)
James: If you want her back, they demand that the pursuit be dropped.
(long, awkward pause)
James: If you want her back, they demand that the pursuit be dropped.
Camden: How do I, How do I….How should this sort of thing happen with….My daughter Trisha! How do I get her back?
(pause)
James: If you want her back, they demand that the pursuit be dropped.
Camden: Okay.
(Camden exits through the door.)
James: (aside) Lord Gunthrage is an interesting character. It’s as if he is one part precognitive mixed with two parts blunt. He is by far the most bumbling character lyrically I have ever met….He’ll drown the enemy with his own stupor.
Exits through the door. SCENE 11 Suddenly, Mark and Trisha envelope the stage. Mark sits at the table writing a letter. Trisha stands behind him.
Mark: (talking while writing the note) My dearest Trisha; eyes of pearls, snow white skin, immaculate heart with the with a fire who’s warmth you only share with me. I am stuck behind the infernal walls of Abraham city. I think of you dear. Constantly. Let me embue all of these words with my essence. Let me be all of them so that you may comfort with them. So that you may console with them, so that I may haunt your presence through the ink on this paper. I am lost. I am heartbreak without you. My love, I will die drowned soon if I see you not. Drowned in the memories which I only share with you.
Trisha: That’s horrible!
Mark: How could you say that, beloved?
Trisha: Just listen to what you’re writing! It’s wishy-washy poetry crap.
Mark: Trisha…
Trisha: It sounds like a suicide letter!
Mark: Trisha!
Trisha: It sounds like emo poetry!
Mark: Trisha.
Trisha: What?
Mark: I am not emo.
Trisha: Well…
Mark: This is from the heart!
Trisha: Who says emo kids don’t speak from the heart?
Mark: Um,
Trisha: Emo is short for “emotional”
Mark: It’s the connotation.
Trisha: Whatever.
(pause)
Mark: You’re dead.
Trisha: So?
Mark: So, go ahead and die so I can finish writing this.
Trisha: Fair enough.
(Trisha walks through the door. Mark finishes the letter and walks to the opposite door. Jason enters through the door, takes the letter, and leaves through the Hell door. SCENE 3 He enters through the opposite door again, with Trisha, Camden, and Dave. Dave lies on the ground, dead. Mark jumps on the table in a victory stance.)
Mark: Another infidel has been banished, brethren! Notice, if you will. Peer with your eyes. Open your hearts to the bleakness that is death which has been laid in front of us! Victory! We have defeated Dave!
Jason and Trisha: Yay!
Mark: Now, my most moving compatriots
Camden: Yay!
Mark: Friends, fellows, followers, fickle fleeting fiends of my ffffrolicking fffffanciful fffffffolly, We have cornered the vigilantes in the walls of Abraham City!
Jason: Yay!
Trisha: Wait, really?
Mark: Ye…
Camden: Yay!
Mark: Yes, dearest beloved, we have.
Trisha: On their own accord?
Mark: What?
Trisha: Are they there on their own accord?
Mark: Why, no. It wouldn’t really be called cornering them if they were already in the corner, would it?
Trisha: Oh….
Mark: What is it, butterfly of my heart? Bubbly little candy cane of my Christmas tree of love…
Trisha: It’s just…
Mark: Pumpkin of Aphrodite’s pumpkin patch. Cupid’s Cupid-y arrow of Cupid love! Pretty pink princess of my pastel painted heart. (continued through Trisha’s next line. Feel free to improvise lines.)
Trisha: (Aside) It’s just that I don’t see why we have to do this to a bunch of people trying to express themselves. Granted, saying that we can’t do this is suppressing ourselves. That’s the tricky thing about conflicts. There’s just so many gosh darn ways to look at things. It’s annoying. I don’t like it. I think I’m going to sit here the rest of the play. (sits down and never moves again until she inevitably dies whenever the scene happens where she dies, and then she still doesn’t move much. She just kinda falls over.)
Camden: Captain!
Mark: Yes, Camden?
Camden: Well…
Mark: What is it, Camden? You know you can always talk to me! I will always be here for y-
Camden: Well, how do we know that the vigilantes are really where we say they are?
(pause)
Mark: Word of mouth?
James: Who’s mouth?
Mark: Dave’s.
James: But he’s dead.
Cameron: Very dead.
James: Maybe he was l-
Cameron: Yeah!
James: Maybe he was lying.
(Pause)
Mark: You think?
James: Well, we can’t ask him now.
Cameron: He’s dead.
James: Very dead.
(pause)
Mark:-
Cameron: Was that my line?
(pause)
Mark: Very well. I will go to the castle walls of Abraham City and ask the vigilantes if they are indeed there. Be back in a minute. (leaves through Hell door)
James: I will follow to take account of this epic journey. (leaves through Hell door)
SCENE 4 James enters through Hell door.
James: Mark has been captured.
Camden: Yay!
James: Wha-
SCENE 52
(Trisha pulls out a bag of popcorn and begins eating it.)
James: So are you prepared to rescue our brave leader, Mark, Camden?
Camden: Boy…am I?
James:-
Camden: Boy, am I!
James: Memorize your lines.
Camden: Boy, am I!
James: Good. (Pulls out a long scroll) We must check off everything we need before we leave. (reading) rope…(touches rope on his hip) check. (Continues checking real items) Spyglass…check. Wand…check. Elder scrolls of wizardry…check. Okay! Now you, Camden: (Camden pulls out an imaginary bad and retrieves imaginary objects from it. Says “Check” after everything mentioned.) Water bottles, long swords, short swords, bastard swords, spears, two horses, dvds, sleeping bags, cell phones. Good! So, I’ll go this way, you go the other. Call if you need anyh-
Camden: My real name’s Macbeth.
James: What?
Camden: My real name is Thomas Camden Macbeth.
James: So…you want me to call you Macbeth?
(Trisha chokes on popcorn and eventually dies. Take your time with it if you feel like it.)
Camden: No, I was just saying ‘cause you can put that in your cell phone.
James:-
Camden: Incase you have any other friends named Camden.
James: Oh, okay….
(pause)
Camden: Cya later. (leaves through opposite door.)
James: Bye. (leaves through Hell door)
Scene 2 Mark comes back and Dave stands up. They brandish weapons at each other.
Mark: So, this is it, Dave! The climax of everything we’ve worked so hard for!
Dave: So early? It’s only scene 2.
Mark: Is it really? I’m sure that will be fixed later.
Dave: I suppose it’d have to.
Mark: It would indeed. Now, to exact my revenge for Trisha’s death!
Dave: She’s dead NOW? In Scene 2? That can’t be right.
Mark: It doesn’t really, but, like I said, it will be fixed by the playwright.
Dave: But, I mean, is it going to make any sense at all? I mean, It just seems to me that the whole play would end up being choppy with a lot of dues ex machine going on to further the play.
Mark: Does the audience know what dues ex machine is?
(Mark and Dave look out into the audience. They both shrug.)
Mark and Dave: enh.
Mark: So, we should get on to our most awesome sword fight where you die and stuff.
Dave: Yeah…
Mark: Oh, what now?
Dave: Well……I don’t know how to sword fight.
Mark: Really?
Dave: I don’t have a lot of experience.
Mark: We could wing it.
Dave: Well, that’s not safe.
Mark: Well, you’re going to die anyway.
Dave: But still.
Mark: I really don’t see what the big deal is.
Dave: Well, I mean, I could get an eye put out.
Mark: Well, you’re not going to be seeing a lot when you’re dead, are you?
Dave: Well, no. I imagine not at least. But I was kinda hoping to have an open casket funeral, so I’d like both of my eyes to look intact.
Mark: Well, I can understand that.
Dave: I thought you would.
Mark: You’re trying to make a lasting impression.
Dave: For the last time.
Mark: Right right. Okay, here’s what we’ll do: We’ll have a blackout, the sound guy will play a cue that SOUNDS like a really amazing, epic sword fight, and you can die with dignity.
Dave: Cheers.
(Blackout, with some INTENSE sound cue with a lot of sword clangy noises. Lights come up on SCENE 152. Camden and Jason are brutally wounded from the 100 consecutive scenes of trying to rescue Mark. Dave and Trisha are dead on the ground. Mark, Camden and Jason sit at the table with a birthday cake. Mark wears a birthday hat.)
Mark, James, and Camden: Yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!
Mark: Party!
James: Par/tyyyyyyyyyy!
Camden: Partyyyyyyyyyyy!
Mark: Partyyyyyyyyyyy!
James: Partyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!
Mark: Oh, thanks, guys! I really appreciate you guys spending so much time helping me get out of the castle walls of ABRAHAM CITY!
James: Haha, heck-scicles, Mark! That was INTENSE!
Camden: Like Bonanza intense!
Mark: You got that right! And you finally get me out in time for my birthday even! That really rules, guys. You know, I am going to take you out and get you a bunch of strippers!
James: Oh man, thanks, Mark! I really appreciate that.
Camden: I like men!
Mark: Haha, sure you do Camden! And there’s nothing wrong with that! Two male strippers for Mark! Happy ends for all! Happy! Happy! Happy! Happy! Happy!
James: So convenient!
Mark: Hurrumph Hurrumph!
(pause)
Camden: So….how do we end this play?
James: Blackout?
Mark: Yes! But a happy one!
(Slow fade out with everyone waving and smiling at the audience, saying such things as “Bye now!” “Have a safe drive home!” “There’s a Mellow Mushroom down the road! They serve beer!” ect.)
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