Day 8: The 10 of Swords

 Why you gotta play me like this, Universe?  I thought we was on good terms, bro, but then you deal me this?!

 

I mean, doesn't that image just evoke happiness and good thoughts?

OR IS IT THE SCARIEST STUPID THING EVER?!

Well, not ever, but maybe in this deck.

Remember way back at the beginning of last week when I was all Oh man I'm sad that I pulled the nine of swords and was all "It's such a hopeless card" blahblahblah HAH. This card puts its predesesor to shame.

SHAAAAAAAAAAAAME

I mean look at it. Look!  It's a fairy being stabbed to DEATH BY THORNS!

Ugh.  Whatchoo doing to me, Universe?

 

Don't hate the playa

Whatevs.

At least it makes for good dramatic action and a great segway INTO

The Process

I mean, it's the card of nightmares.  Whereas the fairy in the nine of swords was on the verge of death, this card is just her being dead.  Even the Mystic Faerie Book can hardly make it sound better, being all "Oh, you know, she might just be sleeping" CHAYAHRIGHT sleeping.  Yeah, just like Mufasa was sleeping RIGHT?! RIGHT?!

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I was going to post a picture of Mufasa's death scene but then I started crying so I didn't.

You get the point, though, right?!  

But, I do have to say, it added to this whole Scenes in a Graveyard thing that's been happening with the work that I've been producing for this adventure.  Maybe I will have a play when everything is said and done.

For now, though, all it has come to is

An Excerpt 

MAN

The year went by fast.  Can’t believe it’s October already.  

I retire in May.  Got all the paperwork in.  I think they’re going to get me a cake.  Probably get a buncha retirement gag gifts for Christmas.  What’m I supposed to do with them once I’m retired?  Wrap them up and give’m off to the next guy?

[She laughs, despite herself. It sounds like wind.  She jumps over him//He feels wind.]

MAN

Forty years.

Has it really been forty years?

[She shrugs, does some sidesteps]

MAN

Forty years since I had to say good bye to you.

[She blows a raspberry at him.]

MAN

You’re angry I got married.  I never said it before, but I know you are. 

I didn’t mean to, I swear, it just…happened.

Well what was I supposed to do, not get laid for forty years?

[She shakes her head yes]

MAN

Cheryl hates that I come here.  Calls me an old fool bastard.  Only when she’s really angry.  Which justifies it.  It does.  I call her a frigid bitch when I’m angry.  Sad part is we both mean it.  Even when we aren’t. Angry.

Why did you have to die?

[She shrugs.  Doesn’t dance anymore, just watches him]

MAN

I

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Love.  Is…something that I don’t…understand.

She was never….

[He slowly takes off his wedding ring.  She gasps and the world shudders but he doesn’t notice.  He looks at the ring, turns it over in his hand.  She comes up to him, watching his fingers close.]

MAN

She was never….you.

In conclusion

Legit the most fun I've had writing one of these excercises in a while.  I played a LOT with typography and placement of text.  I had forgotten how much I love to do that.  I had forgotten.  But it was SO MUCH FUN AAAAH!!!!!  I could dance!  AND I JUST DID! And and and and....

YAY!