[does he want it to get worse, it can always get worse...
but anyway, Loop gives him another little clap of encouragement.]
That's the spirit! Go on, then, back to the stage! Don't forget your lines this time! Break a leg!!
[The door swings open on cue, and if for some reason he changes his mind, well, he's going to get up and walk out anyway. No time to waste!
The hall outside looks nothing like a theatre, black stone walls lined with frozen-still torchlight. But at the end of the long hallway is the ever-familiar stage, no boulders in sight. The audience hollers and cheers and whispers past the wall of white hair—it only opens once Wolfwood takes his position, centre stage.
The crowd starts to settle. They'll even clap if when he bows! (He does bow. The Universe wills it. It's just good manners.)
Anyway, a show is nothing without a proper script, right? A single page flutters down from the rafters above, settling perfectly into Wolfwood's hands. Unfortunately, this is not the script. Instead, all he gets is a black-and-white flyer for a bakery. It reads: "Pretty Sweetie Bakery. Bread 20% off every Saturday! Because we LOAF you almost as much as you LOAF our bread!!!"
...
Hey, isn't this kind of familiar?
Loop is once again standing off the edge of the stage. They'll give him an encouraging thumbs up if he looks at them. You got this!!!]
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but anyway, Loop gives him another little clap of encouragement.]
That's the spirit! Go on, then, back to the stage! Don't forget your lines this time! Break a leg!!
[The door swings open on cue, and if for some reason he changes his mind, well, he's going to get up and walk out anyway. No time to waste!
The hall outside looks nothing like a theatre, black stone walls lined with frozen-still torchlight. But at the end of the long hallway is the ever-familiar stage, no boulders in sight. The audience hollers and cheers and whispers past the wall of white hair—it only opens once Wolfwood takes his position, centre stage.
The crowd starts to settle. They'll even clap
ifwhen he bows! (He does bow. The Universe wills it. It's just good manners.)Anyway, a show is nothing without a proper script, right? A single page flutters down from the rafters above, settling perfectly into Wolfwood's hands. Unfortunately, this is not the script. Instead, all he gets is a black-and-white flyer for a bakery. It reads: "Pretty Sweetie Bakery. Bread 20% off every Saturday! Because we LOAF you almost as much as you LOAF our bread!!!"
...
Hey, isn't this kind of familiar?
Loop is once again standing off the edge of the stage. They'll give him an encouraging thumbs up if he looks at them. You got this!!!]