A stage script co-written by the Actors in a relay format, depicting a specific facet of the battle to hunt the Voracity from different points of view. This is the script's opening, which some boast was personally penned by the Troupe Master.
Nihilux: Wandering Overture
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.
THE VORACITY leads the leviathan swarm. Troupe Master NIHILUX confronts them, wielding a fishing rod. Three MOURNING ACTORS enter.
ACTOR A: Green and spectral stars pour down the distant sky, Yet flower-boats in song and dance dare brave the tide The journeys past have blurred into a dream long gone, While today's grand play has only just begun to rise. Time and again have Actors watched the sun go dark and cold, Yet none have ever faced a prologue written in such ruin.
ACTOR B: The light of arcadia trades places with the abyss of night, As the ignorant sea of greed surfaces silently from the unknowable domain beyond sight. Bloating, diarrhea, and constipation all at once take hold, The cosmic gut faces its archfoe. The Elation has decayed, desire bursts beyond restraint, The devouring giant waves churn with ravenous, hungry complaint.
ACTOR C: Once, twice, and yet a third time more, Wild, howling star-winds shatter our flower-boat's fragile sail. Rotten beast-flesh reigns over dark, sun-blotting tides, While our Actors' masks fail to hide the deep laments inside.
NIHILUX whips around. NIHILUX: Enough lamenting already. If you want to mourn your destiny, how about you wait a few more Amber Eras?
ACTOR C: O Troupe Master, think not that I merely complain, This ancient leviathan knows only to gorge, not digest, its dark greed is a terrifying stain. Were we swallowed by other gods, we might still sing and dance within THEIR bellies. Yet to be consumed by the Voracity, ah, our souls would be shattered, alas, alack!
NIHILUX: Heh, Actors, it's not like I'm asking you to charge the frontlines. We've got a whole bunch of top-notch helpers today! You just keep those sails taut and don't let the Starfroster drift off course!
NIHILUX twirls the fishing rod, leading THE VORACITY in circles around the stage. NIHILUX: Should I tell you of a god who mislaid THEIR very head, You'd burst out laughing, calling THEM a fool whose wit has fled. Yet, behold: That foolish soul is none other than I. Wandering for millions of years, unknowing where my severed head might lie. What? You say it sits right there, atop my shoulders whole? Hahahaha! If the soul itself has lost its head, How could it speak a word at all?