In the battle against the Voracity, the two racking up the greatest step count were Sunday who went everywhere providing support, and an Actor tagging along to record Sunday's deeds.
Flying Bird Gazes Upon the Beast
A stage script co-written by the Actors in a relay format, depicting a certain facet of the battle to hunt the Voracity from different points of view. After the public performance ends, the writer with the lowest box office earnings will be tasked with hunting down the Troupe Master and hounding her for manuscripts for the coming year.
NARRATOR: When the ancient beast awakens, heaven and earth grow dim, and the sun and moon lost their light. Humanity sank deep into a mire of darkness. NARRATOR: Sunday transformed into crows, traversing the night, and keeping watch over the world.
Curtain rises: SUNDAY'S AVATAR stops before Perdido Station, with the VORACITY MINIONS in hot pursuit. NARRATOR: He touches down in the mortal realm, unafraid of the demons pursuing him.
VORACITY MINION: O treacherous bird, your path is blocked, you have nowhere left to flee! Your tender flesh shall fill the void that aches inside of me!
SUNDAY: Fools of mere appetite, rejoice not so soon. Heed my advice, mind where you step when crossing roads.
The BULLET WYRM EXPRESS ascends rapidly, the VORACITY MINIONS turn into flat projections, the BULLET WYRM EXPRESS descends rapidly.
Transition: SUNDAY'S AVATAR hovers beside the Supplicants. NARRATOR: He roams the battlefield, tolling the death knell for his enemies.
SILVER WOLF: I've rigged a payload so profound to crash into the leviathan, it'll turn THEIR belly inside out! SUNDAY: Then I shall snatch the hacker's prize, and ensure the Voracity takes THEIR medicine right on time before dining to demise.
ASHVEIL: I draw my bow and notch an arrow straight for the beast's eye. To pierce THEIR sight and send THEM howling to the weeping high! Sunday: Then I shall be the Rangers' crosshairs, guiding the arrow's flight, So the relentless steel of The Hunt strikes true with absolute might.
SPARXIE: That gluttonous Oroboros bit right through the internet, leaving all my fans in a frantic sweat! SUNDAY: Then I shall soar as the streamer's own herald of light, and deliver the livestream signal to the Fools.
Transition: SUNDAY'S AVATAR walks among the disaster-stricken citizens of Planarcadia. NARRATOR: He walks among mortals, sowing seeds of hope.
SUNDAY: To those trembling in peril, may you grow sharp beaks to tear through your woe. To those despairing in ruin, may you sprout gentle feathers to rise as winds blow. We band together, bound in faith that the long night must wane and the dawn break anew. Till that day comes, I shall cradle your dread and your fears, though my own wings remain fragile and few.
Transition: SUNDAY stands center stage, facing the masses. SUNDAY: Thus, I have become your eyes.