From the dazzlecrats

{two scientists, a man and a woman, are frozen in place on the stage.

The woman is wearing a high ranking, cerimonial lab coat- and is braced with her back against the lab's only visible doorway. She is panicked, afraid.

The man, also in lab coat, is hunched over a large panel of multi colored buttons- his finger jabbing into the largest one on the board. He seems frozen in an unwavering professional resolve.

~long beat~

A young woman carries a cardboard sign from one end of the pit to the other. It reads; Prologue.

The director's head...

...peeks in from the opposite exit, silently, helplessly motioning for some kind of information. The Young Woman shrugs.}

Young Woman: (without noise) I don't know!

{The director continues signaling for info as the Young Woman heaves a sigh of humiliation at the ground.

There are no charming smiles on her third trek across the pit- just an unhappy girl with an unhappy frown and a very ugly prologue dragging like an unwanted pet behind her.}

[should revise that run-on crap, bull-shit fuck of a sentence...fuck. ~whoo~ FUCK!]

It is only when...

...the young woman reaches the opposite end of the pit, and falters- glancing with an uneasy hesitation to the unmoving figures on the stage. She stops, her body half hidden by the exit.

Young Woman: (whispered shouting) what...I dunno, wh- what should I...

{She sighs, turns and with a smile no less sincere than her first- hold the sign to the audience and walks from one end of the pit to the other. She is visibly panicked.

::from the scurges of Tor ((or the animiniums))::

The dreaded slar beasts of !! lay in wait beneath the twin bladed skies of Jar-SKlOff!
Zargon has just emerged from his morning dip in the river of tortured man-blood, and has just decided to stop off for a quick hazelnut scone and a latte- when....