Absurdity is a musical inspired by "left brain, right brain" created by Bo Burnham for his "what" tour. This story, has been brewing for about 6 years and was in first draft stages over December of 2023. Absurdity is a bout one individual who is undergoing a experimental mental health procedure. During this said procedure something goes wrong and the individuals brain is separated into two parts known as Heckler and Narrator. The story is as it is named absurd.

Scene 1: “gaol break” 

An explosion is heard, sirens are sounding, dogs are barking, a storm causes rain, thunder and lightning. The stage lights flash to resemble alert lights and lightning. A screen display shows someone running in a first person P.O.V, the performers for narrator and heckler stand out of sight speaking over. The screen displays a sign with “irrishnal experiential psychotherapy hospital”

Nash: *from backstage* ahhhh

Narrator: Come on, we need to go. 

Heckler: I'm coming, just keep going.

The sounds get louder and the stage lights flash brighter faster and more sporadically. Everything then suddenly cuts, all the lights go out and the sound ceases, total black out. 

Scene 2: “opening”

Narrator stands centre stage. A single spotlight appears on narrator once they are in position.

Narrator: Hello ladies, gentlemen and everyone beyond and between, I will be your narrator this evening as we explore the world within a human mind. I am - 

Heckler storms in from the back of the theatre yelling, cutting off narrator. 

Heckler: So you going to introduce yourself, honestly we are what (looks to wrist as if looking to a watch) hair past a freckle through the performance and we haven't even had an introduction.

Heckler arrives on stage pushing narrator to the side.

Heckler: g'day everyone, i am heckler, also known as right brain. I provide you the ability to feel emotions and well be a human compared to this robot. 

Narrator: Firstly I did introduce myself. *pause* secondly Do you really need to address me with such disrespect?

Heckler looks at narrator angrily, narrator looks back with a blank face. Heckler then begins to mock and mimic narrator

Narrator: But yes I shall introduce myself once again to ensure there is clarity in the mind of the audience. I am  narrator, also known as the left brain. I am adaptable and aware of what's going on and as I'm sure you know I'm not inconvenienced by emotions. I am simply logical, analytical and professional. One of my many responsibilities is to provide the most important ability, learning. But you have a job to do now so go, quick, go get ready, i'm going to finish explaining your; needed for the first umm, thing.

Heckler: so what you cant think of a fancy fucking word for that. 

Narrator: no but at least i can keep my language out of the how you would say “shitter”. 

looks out to the audience and does an exaggerated eye roll.

Heckler: Shut up, I don't need that quick remark. I already know I'm better than you. I'm going to get ready because that's what I wanna do.

Heckler Sticks their tongue out then walks off stage with a dramatic and over exaggerated strut. scene 3 begins to be set.

Narrator: now as i was saying; tonight we will be going through a series of daydreams. These daydreams are the result of someone that is clearly mentally ill. These daydreams are something myself and heckler have been romanticising for a while, so with my programming and hecklers creativity I believe we can bring them to life. From outside sources they have been described as figments of a disturbed mind, do with that what you will.

Scene 3: “the 1 dentist that does not recommend toothpaste.”

4 dentists are seated on a round table with one person handing out tubes of toothpaste. Heckler comes in with a dramatic entrance stepping on the dentists and sitting in the centre of the table. A piano is wheeled out and is placed by the table. Heckler has a large mischievous smile across their face  

Ensemble 1: thank you for considering the toothpaste before you, now id like to know if you would recommend the toothpaste. Please dentist 1 your thoughts;

Ensemble 2: the tooth paste had a good consistency and I liked the approach with a stronger mint taste.

Ensemble 3: id simply like to reiterate dentist 1, i see it as something that people will buy. 

Ensemble 4: yes the consistency was great the grit in the paste itself will definitely work for the tougher build ups.

Ensemble 1: and what are your thoughts err umm, (gestures to heckler)

Heckler jumps off the table.

Heckler: well, twas meh-

Narrator: what are you doing, your meant to recommend the toothpaste 

Heckler speaks with an antagonising tone.

Heckler: shut up! The tooth paste was average basic and much like others on the market, i couldn't care for it and i would definitely not purchase it for my tooth cleansing needs. To me this whole thing is a brag to show superiority and I am glad to speak passionately on the topic. Toothpaste needs to be simple and just work for its applied purpose. Toothpaste, toothpaste of all things a point to brag more like a sham.

Narrator: heckler what are you doing?

Heckler: shh, utopian societies are boring plain and like this toothpaste. 

Heckler walks to the piano and sits down. The ensemble actors gather around the piano. 

Heckler: i'd like to further my point with a beautifully tailored song, so shall we

Narrator: you shan't.

Heckler: oops to bad already happening, can't stop the moving train.

Heckler looks at the piano keys, and hums a slow tune, then begins the song loudly and abruptly

SONG 1: TOOTHPASTE BLUES; LIVE PERFORMANCE PIANO BLUES/ROCK PRE REC/LIVE 

DURATION: 4 MINUTES 

PERFORMERS: HECKLER, ENSEMBLE 1-4

Heckler: (sung)

ohhh the toothpaste was lame the toothpaste was drab

The toothpaste was just plain bad.

(heckler looks to narrator)

And to you it may be nothing 

But to me it wasn't anything

Narrator: (spoken) 

i have songs prepared you don't need to sing now

Heckler: (sung)

Shhhhh, i am sad i am mad 

but this is all round just bad

Imagine a world without it

Jeez it hurt when i bit it

Narrator: (sung)

A song about toothpaste, who would even thought

A song about toothpaste, it's not to be fought

The toothpaste blues 

What could you even loose 

Heckler: (sung)

How would you know what the toothpaste knows?

Ensemble 1-4: (sung)

I wouldn't

Heckler: (sung)

The toothbrush would be appalled 

With the insults to be uncalled

The toothbrush would be ashamed

And anyone that were to use it would be defamed

Narrator: (sung)

A song about toothpaste, who would even thought

A song about toothpaste, it's not to be fought

The toothpaste blues 

What could you even loose

Narrator, heckler, ensemble 1-4: (sung)

A song about toothpaste, who would even thought

A song about toothpaste, it's not to be fought

The toothpaste blues 

What could you even loose

*END OF SONG*

Narrator: GET OFF THE STAGE!

Heckler: *loud nuisance laughter*

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The Dinner Party is was inspired by watching a series of dark films and TV shows. With the given inspiration, the concept of the Impadon entity was born. This performance is intended to be a recount of events, with influences of a found footage film/ production. This story follows a group of characters that are affected by the devastating effects of an Impadon. 

Act 1: Introductions 

The stage is set with a large table with chairs for the performers. The table is prepared for a table d'hote dinner, there is only cutlery on the table. A vinyl record player or gramophone sits in the corner of the stage.

All performers with the exemption of the narrator enter the room and take a seat at a large table, they are seated in order of the list of characters (right to left). The Narrator walks to the centre of the stage.

Narrator: ladies gentlemen and everyone beyond and between, i would like to share with you a performance that is based on true events. it originally occurred and was witnessed in the year 2023. The location of this performance is unknown, but all that is guaranteed is that it did occur. The recounted conversations come from a witness that was not intended to be present for this dinner party but was instead peering in through a window. I regret to inform you that this story is not intended to be funny, rather it is to raise awareness and show the devastating effects an ‘Impadon’ has on human beings and their affairs. *pause* The people that were present in this dinner party were found deceased, the only one to have survived was the Impadon entity who we know to be named Malakie. *pause* One last note before we begin for sensitivity reasons each character has been given an alias to protect their identities. 

The narrator steps to the side. Martin sets a recording device.

Faraces: thankyou everyone for attending. I would like to introduce our topic of discussion, *pause* today we will be discussing life as it is currently and the memories we have shared within our beautiful country town. I would like to further note that this discussion will be recorded, and placed into a time capsule. 

The narrator steps forward. 

Narrator: I would like to note that the recording of this meeting was not recoverable. Investigators that attempted to listen to the recording were observed to become aggressive and violent; they have since been locked away in an white rubber room, swaddled in a straitjacket. *pause* Now we shall resume.

The narrator steps back.

Faraces: now id like everyone to introduce themselves,  please state your name and what you do in town, i shall go first; hello i am faraces and i am a lawyer in town and i'm also co running this session with martin, next,

Martin: Hello I am martin and i am also a lawyer in town, and like my good friend here i am co running today's session.

Salia: gday i am Salia and i work with my twin sister Farla down at the local grocery shop, i manage the general stuff in the store and Farla operates the liquor section.

Farla: gday im Farla and as my twin sister just said we own the local shop, yeah i believe Salia explained sufficient for the both of us

Mariand: hey everyone i'm mariand, i work down at the local theatre club

Hoopla: hello i'm hoopla and i work with mariand and Orla down at the local theatre club 

Malakie looks toward Orla and smiles.

Orla: hello i'm Orla, i own and perform at the theatre club in town, i recently inherited the business through my late father who passed just over a year ago, and i've completely turned the business around and made it a profitable business, as my father was running it into the ground after my mother passed. 

Orla pauses, shakes her head. Malakie looks away, watching Salia with eager interest

Orla: Sorry I didn't mean to overshare like that.

Brief awkward pause occurs, Orla rubs her face 

Cita: hello i'm Cita and i present for the local news.

Raffey: gday im Raffey, i am the loving husband of gal and i'm the camera guy for Cita, myself and gal have moved out here from sydney 3 years ago.

Gal: hey guys im gal, im Raffeys other half and im a producer for the local news, and i moved out here with my husband for a better life away from the bustle that is the city 

Malakie: Sup, im Malakie, humm what to say, uhh, im new to town, i'm originally from a nearby mining town, mining family, so to say the least i've spent a long time in the ground.

Faraces: So to begin with I'd like to discuss the major events in town, please chime in when you believe it is necessary. Lets begin with the town fairs that happen every 2 years. The last fair was earlier this year for the people that are listening.

Farla: yes i loved the fair growing up i have always enjoyed them, and with a slight brag its good for business.

Saila: yes it's awesome, we set up some stalls for the young kids and our husbands hand out lollies and game packs to the kids. It's always good to put smiles on the little ones faces 

Mariand: the fair is awesome, the performance we put on down the club is always a hit, and i do dare to say the last one was the best now that Orla has turned the business around

Hoopla: yeah we did 4 performances; we did a fairy one and a clown one for the kids and some naughty shows for the late night performances. 

Hoopla has a naughty smile on his face, staring at the other performers. Malakie looks toward Orla and smiles.

Orla: I'm proud to say that I'm proud of you guys and the other performers we work with. *coughs* liars, all of you. 

Martin: I'm sorry? Orla are you ok?

Orla: what? Sorry could you give me a minute, again sorry,

Orla leaves the room. Malakie smiles to herself.

Martin: Ok then let's talk covid-19 then, I can speak from personal experience that the law firm struggled but thankfully no one suffered too much for us, but I am well aware that there were others that were impacted severely. One of my cousins was not in the best of sorts and he had to close up his garage over in the next town; how did everyone else fair?

Orla returns to her place. She looks like she has been crying. Malakie looks toward mariand.

Mariand: jeez covid was terrible, but i'm so glad my parents took all the money out this town 

Martin: mariand what do you mean?

Mariand: yes my parents robbed this town for their own personal gain, they bought all the pubs and clubs with liquor/gambling licences and had them transferred to other places, and i'm fully aware that my family sent many people to an early grave or worse.

Orla: what? Is that why you're working at my club? Do you plan to take it from me?

Mariand: yes, my parents wanted to take it but i fought them for it, then you turned the business around and my parents realised that you would be an asset, they want to proposition you and potentially franchise your business.

Orla: really? Like actually? 

Mariand: yep, then they would probably find a way to kick you out of the business and ruin it for you.

Orla: you parasite!

Orla jumps to her feet.

Mariand: o my lord why did i just say that, what is wrong with me. I am so sorry-

Malakie hides a smile. Then speaks maliciously.

Malakie: I agree that was so rude. Why would you say that? I can't believe someone could be so cruel. 

Malakie snaps her fingers. Faraces acts like malakie is controlling him. Maryland and Orla sit back down, they look slightly confused but remain angry.

Faraces: ok then, let's move on shall we, martin and i will cut this out, when we edit the recording. 

Salia: not to step on any toes but could we speak about the drought and how that has affected the town. 

Faraces: uhh sure?

Salia: The drought was tough. I'm sure for everyone in town, especially for the farmers and I would like to say everyone was grateful for the disaster aid that was received. The celebration as the trucks rolled into town piled high with hay was amazing to see and the following celebrations were beautiful.

Farla: i wouldn't say beautiful id say spectacular, ahaha

Hoopla: that was a few consecutive days of drinking to say the least, i'll never forget what i still remember of that time. 

Cita: I'm proud to agree with that, those trucks breathed a breath of fresh air into the town. My brother who runs my family’s farm, for the people listening to the recording, my brother-

The narrator steps forward.

Narrator: cita’s brother became a prolific gambler and joined the town drunks after the events that took place during this dinner party. he began to look for Malakie six months after this took place, but unfortunately he was found 3 days after he began searching, the poor man was found with a large letter ‘M’ branded into his chest with a cattle iron. He, like the investigators, lives in a padded cell.

The narrator steps back.

Cita: my brother was grateful for the donations we had lost three quarters of our head in cattle, the remaining ones were weak and sickly and the hay that arrived couldn't have arrived at a better time, we were able to fatten what we had and sell some of the better looking cattle, *pause* Since selling part of the remaining herd, my brother has been able to restore the farm to its former glory.

Martin: I would like to further this; was there anything that was noticed for the people that operate more in town.

Farla: Yes, it was unfortunate to see more people looking for answers at the bottom of a bottle. Salia and I did what we could to cheer people up but it was just depressing to see, but to reiterate what everyone has said before, about the disaster relief, it was a welcomed sight to see. 

Salia: for a long time i've been able to sympathise with others, feel what they are feeling, Farla reckons i'm some sort of witch, but everytime i would see the people come into the store i would just have a pit in my stomach and with some i would be able to send them off in better spirits but others fell further into their state. 

Martin: covid and the droughts were definitely something that nobody wanted nor asked for but all we can do is help where we can and push forward. It's now something we can't dwell on otherwise there's no pushing on. We haven't heard much from gal and Raffey; gentlemen do you care to add your thoughts?

Gal: since moving to town it really hasn't affected us. Fortunately, we have done our bit to help where we can, that said we have mostly been helping with Cita and her family’s farm. So we have seen the effects of the drought but I wouldn't say we were truly exposed to it like others within the area.

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Head Trauma was inspired by gimmicks and cliches that find themselves commonly accociated with love stories. The characters within this story are designed to follow sensationalism and exploit their set concepts and ideas. This story follows Bella and Fiona who fall in love, yet they are hopeless romantics, though with the help of their friends and some surprises from above and below they might just get together.

Scene 1A: ”opening”

The stage is dark, shuffling is heard. Flicking of a flashlight is heard

HTP: ouch! Spent batteries of course, just my luck.

More shuffling is heard. The sound of a wardrobe/cupboard opening is heard, glass clinking is heard. A dropping and smashing sound is heard.

HTP: ugh not the crystal.

HTP is heard bending over. A thud is heard followed by a body falling. 

Scene 1B: ”opening”

The lights go up and The scene is set to a children's playground, there is a large slide, swing set and a see saw. Bella pete and mary stand at the edge of the playground looking out from the left of the stage.

Bella: This is just awesome, what a day for the park 

Pete: I agree! 

Mary: Come on, you're driving me mad just standing here, so come on let's go!

Bella pete and mary begin running around the playground, playing a game of tip. Bella then sits on the swing set and begins singing. 

SONG 1: ROSE GLASSES ROCK PRE REC 

DURATION: 6 MINUTES 

PERFORMERS: BELLA, PETE, MARY

Bella pete and mary play around the playground singing.

Bella: (sung)

Listen out to the swings

Bliss out to the wind

I feel free to be me 

There's not a care in my mind

With my friends we all gather round

There is no need for secrets 

For the love we share is equal

Which shouldn't be confound

Bella, pete, mary: (sung)

I live through rose glasses

I love my world i live in 

I can't help but to look back and grin

Through these retro renegade red rose glasses

Pete: (sung)

Dreaming through the day 

Running through the fields 

Screaming through the fray

I find myself off my feet again

To catch a ball with father 

Then i'll sit down for dinner with mother

Don't run away or there will be bother 

From there i'll rinse and repeat again

Bella, pete, mary: (sung)

I live through rose glasses

I love my world i live in 

I can't help but to look back and grin

Through these retro renegade red rose glasses

Mary: (sung)

I guard my friends with a passion 

And with that there is no ration 

Let's raise a glass

To find that ass

Wishing for the styled fit

Walking down the rits

Living for the 90s 

Next thing i know i'll be back to the future again

Bella, pete, mary: (sung)

I live through rose glasses

I love my world i live in 

I can't help but to look back and grin

Through these retro renegade red rose glasses

Bella pete and mary leave the stage. Adam, Fiona and Keith play around the playground singing.

*KEY CHANGE*

Adam,Fiona,Keith: (sung)

I live through rose glasses

I love my world i live in 

I can't help but to look back and grin

Through these retro renegade red rose glasses

Adam: (sung)

I'll buy myself flowers, I'll bring them to my grave

But come after my friends and i doubt you will be saved

But we will come to blows before you approach them

For my loyalty is earned to betray it will have you condemn 

Share my experiences and remember the good times 

Lets walk forward together and follow the good rhyme

Welcome to the shared adventure 

Let's not stir the pot for a bad mixture

Adam,Fiona,Keith: (sung)

I live through rose glasses

I love my world i live in 

I can't help but to look back and grin

Through these retro renegade red rose glasses

Fiona: (sung)

This world is a dead dark place 

But i hope to find its beautiful grace

Through this life i've only briefly lived 

For now i'll seek the true prize

I'll reach out to the trees 

Then reach out to the skies

I'll find love among the sweet lies

But I don't want it be mixed with cheese 

Adam,Fiona,Keith: (sung)

I live through rose glasses

I love my world i live in 

I can't help but to look back and grin

Through these retro renegade red rose glasses

Keith: (sung)

Rock and roll is what i love 

I'll be the one to send it up above

Rock is the passion

Roll is the fashion 

I'll sing my songs for the heart 

Don't get the flow twisted 

For i'll be the one to keep it persisted 

Rock and roll is my beautiful art

Adam,Fiona,Keith: (sung)

I live through rose glasses

I love my world i live in 

I can't help but to look back and grin

Through these retro renegade red rose glasses

*END OF SONG*

Fiona: hey did you see before there was a girl that left the playground. 

Adam: I didn't see anyone? The playground was empty?

Keith: We must have missed them, ahh well, who knows they might come back.

Fiona: Well that's a pity, well if you see anyone let me know it might be her.

Adam: And you're sure you saw someone?

Keith: stop gas lighting her, sheesh.

Adam: Well I don't want it to fall to one of her whims again, remember Fiona has said in the past she thinks she sees ghosts.

Fiona: Come on guys I'm right here, I love a good ribbing but could you hold the gas lighting and get the barbeque lit, as for my ribs I prefer them with barbeque sauce. 

Adam: Sorry I went too far.

Fiona: That's ok, all is forgiven under the friendship code.

Keith: Talk about cheesy, you're gonna give me lactose intolerance with that statement. 

Fiona: but you love it- 

An ice cream chime is heard from off in the distance.

Fiona: ooo I hear an ice cream truck. Quick get your money!

The three of them rummage through their pockets.

Adam: I have nothing, how about you guys?

Fiona: nothing here unfortunately.

Keith: same, nothing.

Fiona: Quick to the bikes!

A sound effect plays, similar to the cartoon directive music. The three run off stage.

Scene 2: “jack be nimble”

Bella pete and mary run onto the stage continuing their game of tip.

Bella: you it!

Pete: no you just clipped my shirt there is no way!

Mary: no, dont, bella 

Bella: your got to confident

Mary: May I suggest a new game? cuz i'm spent.

Bella: Well we have been playing for a while, why not!

Mary: Jack be nimble?

Pete: Is there a hopscotch nearby?

Mary: Yeah, just here.

Bella: Who's going first? Scissors paper rock?

Pete, mary, bella: Scissors paper rock!

All three come up with rock.

Pete, mary, bella: Scissors paper rock!

All three come up with paper.

Pete, mary, bella: Scissors paper rock!

All three come up with scissors.

Pete, mary, bella: Scissors paper-

An ice cream chime is heard from off in the distance

Bella: That sounds like an ice cream truck?

Pete: forget this aha, i'm going to get a sherbet cone!

The three of them rummage through their pockets.

Mary: Sweet, I have enough!

Pete: same here!

Bella: well stop lollygagging lets go

The curtains drop.

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Ridicule, is a story that has been told time and time again. The humble tale of a group of adventurers going on a quest to fight a dragon. This story was inspired by satirical comedy and misguided ambition. To save you time, the narrator will explain further in the opening scenes. please enjoy heckle and fall inlove with these characters just as i did. 

Scene 1: “opening”

The curtains are closed and remain close. The narrator walks out. Monitor is next to the stage. The monitor will display call outs/ numbers that correspond to call outs for the performance.

Narrator: salutations, ladies, gentlemen and all those beyond and between. 

Call out: try saying g’day next time!

Narrator: I shall be your narrator for this avant garde performance. To begin I would like to direct your attention to this monitor, as what is about to be performed is going to need your avid enthusiasm and sustained effort. I encourage you to please raise your voice kindly and alert our performers to what it says, as it is quite necessary to our story. If you see the need for another call out that is not prompted please speak your mind!

Call out: shut up, so we can get on with it then!

The narrator looks genuinely shocked.

Narrator: I'm not finished yet! As I was saying; this story is like many others, a fairytale of sorts. I regret to inform you that the story itself is rather boring and one that has been forced into everyone's ears time and time again. 

Call out: why are we here then!

Narrator: because you wasted your money, on this so don't blame me

Call out: how many times have you had sex?

Narrator: once *pause* upon a time, in the faraway land of Irrishnal, long before the absurd events of yesteryear. We find some travellers about to embark on a quest.

The narrator moves to the side. The curtains rise for the next scene.

Scene 2: “introductions”

The scene is set to resemble a throne room of a castle. A fanfare plays. Countess sits upon a throne in the centre, sir slum it kneels facing Countess on the right. Pegger, imp and Wankler look to be having a conversation on Countess’s left.

Narrator: the characters you see before you are not figments of your imagination, no no. They are figments of some distant fever dream thought of during a drinking session.

Call out: I thought it would be a tea party!

Narrator: well if they had been thought of during a tea party, they would be significantly less horny. 

The adventurers grunt and moan rubbing their bodies and making sexual movements. 

Narrator: adventurers please step forward, i present to you the lovely countess, the lady of this land, sir slum it the most well endowed knight, pegger the archer she has great aim in more ways than one, imp a sexual cloud known for their ability to get into any hole, crack and crevice and lastly Wankler the wizard known for his love of sports, art, culture.

Call out: and wanking!

Narrator: how would you know? *pause* The adventurers have been tasked with killing a dragon, a most ferocious of beings. The almighty krankle is a selfish dragon that kidnapped gusher the questionably queer frog in the hopes of taking his hand in matrimony. 

The narrator turns toward the audience for the following line, the adventurers do not hear it. 

Narrator: Or at least that is what is thought by all here. 

Call out: stop spoiling the story!

Narrator: Whatever I tried, I'll be back later to continue the story.

The narrator walks off with a large smirk across their face. 

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Patchwork is a 4 act play based on fatal flaws. Each act explores the theatrical nature that can be found in literature and how they can be exploited in different ways that are not commonly seen. 

CAUTION: with the snippet provided I do urge you to take caution as it covers some sensitive themes.

Scene 1: Introduction

A blank black screen appears. The following is written in white on top of the black screen. 

Text: the following is a series of four short stories both taken from fact and fiction. 

Text fades to black.

Text: act 1: an inextricable link to nihilism. 

Text fades to black.

Text: inextricable link: a connection between 2 elements that can not be broken or separated in any way without destroying it entirely. 

Text fades to black.

Text: nihilism: a philosophical outlook that takes a perspective of everything being pointless and lacking in meaning. This is also seen as walking life without value.

Text fades to black.

*END OF SCENE*

Act 1: inextricable link to nihilism. (twisted tragedy)

Scene 2: “Cindy's monologue”.

 The black screen fades and a woman is seen, she is of no particular descent, though she appears to be upper class, speaks and acts in a casual/formal manner. She is dressed in plain black, her clothes are in poor repair with a minimal yet noticeable amount of dried blood visible on her clothing. A gold name tag The woman herself appears to have been in a fight; the wounds appear day old. The woman has a split lip, a wound created from a ripped ear and nose piercing, mild blistered burn above one eyebrow and old long since healed rope burn on her neck that appears to look like she has been hung with a rough wet rope.  

The room follows a sophisticated decor style, and sticks to a black and white colour scheme. Ripped curtains can be seen in the background. Early morning sun peaks through the ripped curtains. Lights are on in the background but the light is low. The woman sits slumped in a leather chair, eyes vacant, holding a cigarette, she finishes it and ashes it on the lounge she is sitting on. She flicks the butt with tired carelessness and lights another, she continues to chain smoke through the duration of her monologue. 

Cindy: Hello, You're looking at a vicious killer. 

A flash of Cindy in a tussle where she is clearly winning is shown in blur. The individual she is fighting is unable to be identifiable.  

Cindy: I might be just a girl in a fancy room but I'm truly something to gawk and marvel at. People fantasise serial killers and wish themselves to be their victims, lovers or even the killers themselves. I assure you that for one that has been all three it's overwhelmingly intoxicating. 

A flash of Cindy in a tussle where she is clearly losing is shown in blur. The individual she is fighting is unable to be identifiable.

Cindy: What I mean by that is; so much that everything for me has dried up. Everything I had is gone and I'm just now here on my own wearing this shitty outfit and blessed with these beauty marks on my face. But there's no point bragging because nobody cares and well I'm alone talking to my reflection in a mirror and the camera you took the memory card out of. 

A flash of Cindy in a tussle where she is at equal odds with her adversary this again is shown in a blur. The individual she is fighting is unable to be identifiable.

Cindy: im going to be plain, this is a suicide note and im ready to go, ive had my fun like i said shits dried up and im done. But for you sadistic fucks and the officers i killed 24 women between the ages of 19 and 67, i killed 3 men all within the same age range. But the thing is, the reason I killed them was the fact that they were all shity people. I did my due diligence and found that every single one of them and low and behold that they were all manipulative rapists that all fell through the large cracks of the system. 

A flash of Cindy in a tussle where she is clearly losing is shown in blur. The individual she is fighting is unable to be identifiable.

Cindy: The very reason I got into all of this mess was because I was an idiot that sought after the loving embrace of a predator. I was very good at it. I scoped the streets, looked for the scumbags and gave them a night where their fantasies and mine were able to come true. A willing victim wanting to fall at their feet or stand above them in any way they dictated. There is no way of expressing how willing I was. The problem I met was that I, myself, was never satisfied with what they provided. 

A flash of Cindy in a tussle where she is clearly winning is shown in blur. The individual she is fighting is unable to be identifiable.

Cindy: That's when I started to experiment, I thought I should do more than what they wanted. I figured I was deceptively stronger than I looked and after watching the most inspiring movie I decided to be a promising young woman and I started to play with the assholes I looked for. I want to clarify I hadn't killed any yet. But the strangest thing happened, I found the perfect target. A powerful woman by the name of miriam winton. She was a CEO of this pharmaceutical company, not to mention she was paying off cops and alike individuals and groups to ensure her business could send their medications out the backdoor for additional profits. On the side of that she was the epstein of her local area. I did as I did best. I geared up and took some fake drugs and found my way into her embrace. Her, me and camera makes three! It was beautiful!

A flash of Cindy in a tussle where she is clearly winning is shown in blur. The individual she is fighting is shown to be a young man.

Cindy: after a long run of blackmail and regular hook ups she became exclusive to me, the stupid sod married me and the best part of my life began. I would sleep with her Monday through Thursday to keep her good and honest, then I'd run my usual nightly activities Friday through Sunday. But there was one problem. I still wasn't satisfied with all that I was doing, at my peak I was managing five to six per day and I earned quite the hushed reputation. Among the circles I worked; i was the one others came to for advice on how to hit a troublesome mark I was more than happy to oblige. But even helping others provided me nothing. Thus a deep dive through the internet began. 

A flash of Cindy in a tussle where she is clearly winning is shown in blur. The individual she is fighting is shown to be a young man.

Cindy: this deep dive proved quite useful and I discovered killers like mr dahmer, miss Wournos and mr milat. I explored their modus operandi and read about their victims and what they experienced during their time with their killers then I moved on to cult killers like the Mansons and tv based killers like Dexter. After some thorough research I concocted a plan. 

A flash of Cindy killing her victims referencing various ways that the mentioned serial killers killed their victims. Showing Cindy's face exclusively through most of the murders with minimal view of the victims. Cindy doesn't smile; she remains empty looking and unsatisfied. 

Cindy: After all my hard work I couldn't feel anything and the more victims I chased after the less I felt all together. Essentially with every kill I became more and more of a shell just existing for the hope of finding something that simply did not exist. Until i found this beautiful woman she led almost the exact same life as i had led to that point, the only difference was that she jumped to the killing part sooner than i. Hell the reason we met was for our very particular hobby. And for once I actually enjoyed myself, she provided me with everything I could have needed, and yes for once I felt satisfied. We both stopped killing, removed ourselves from our familiar scenes, we got normal jobs and we became living loving tax paying citizens.

A flash of Cindy with a woman that looks similar to her is shown, no name is given. They are seen acting like a normal couple following the cliches and shown in a dreamscape life. 

Cindy: it was good for a time until one day she got fucking cancer, it was a form of extremely agressive leukemia. She took a job working at a junkyard working the books. Someone dumped an xray machine in some common waste and by the time it was found she had been sitting next to the machine for 3 years and the damage was done. She was spent. We tried to get her treated. The cost and the speed of the progression were too much for us and she died 6 months after diagnosis. Long story short I relapsed into my old life in the hopes of finding another diamond in the rough. Naturally I came up with nothing, so surprise surprise I lost all hope in quite a short period of time and I went to the darkest point I had ever been in my entire life. 

A flash of Cindy sitting on a roof top in the pouring rain considering suicide. Followed by a phone ringing.

Cindy: on the hour i planned to kill myself i got a phone call it was a call from my father, i hadnt spoken to the man in years and turns out he was calling to tell me that my older brother was in the wind. This may seem like an odd detail but I assure you that it will make sense imminently. To my parents I was an undercover cop that specialised in doing lots of undercover work so I could contact them on my own terms and that they would be satiated with the perfect lie. But back to my fathers phone call; the information i received within the call was as follows; my brother had run away, his girlfriend had been found dead along with two other women, he proclaimed that it was a ruled over dose and that he suspected that my brother had probably had been given the same medication and possibly lost his life elsewhere or had possibly been taken. 

A flash of Cindy with her family with a clear sight of her brother and parents. They appear to be posing for a photo and look like a perfect family. Cindy looks more like a teenager in this flash scene. The flash scene features fire towards the end.

Cindy: So I headed to where I needed to be and I began sniffing my brother out. I was hoping for the best in a sense that he had simply been dosed and got away and that's the hope I lead with, I impersonated the police with various stolen badges and used pay off information where necessary. After speaking to some witnesses I got quite the sour stomach. The witnesses spoke of my brother in such negative rapport. They described him as a lurking individual that cruised among the younger less experienced women offering them drinks and substances. Look, for the shit I've done, I could overlook drug dealing and pickup attempts you do what you do for your coin I didn't blame him. What tipped me off was one particular witness described him as violent, selfish and quite desperate. She enlightened me with a story; my brother walked into the very bar i was speaking to the witness in. he walked to the bar with his hand in his pocket in one smooth motion he ordered a cocktail jug, dosed it, brought it to a table of young women and placed it down on their table, then he stood back and watched. I just saw red, I knew I needed to find him. 

A flash of Cindy in a tussle where she is clearly losing is shown in blur. The individual she is fighting is shown to be her brother but his face is not shown.

Cindy: One thing did puzzle me though my father had mentioned that one of the victims was his girlfriend, he did not specify which was which so i began to question what that twat could possibly be thinking. My brother had never even considered a relationship in the past and from previous interactions with him I surmised that he had no need for a partner and was happy just being on his own. I presumed he was similar to me. I hoped for him not to be the same but from the information I gathered I came to believe he was a lot closer than I initially thought. I did have one drawback, could I have found someone like me like I did before? Obviously the bond between us would be different but a bond none the less. As I said with this all in mind, I needed to find him.

A flash of Cindy in a tussle where she is clearly losing is shown in blur. The individual she is fighting is shown to be her brother but his face is not shown.

Cindy: The little shit definitely proved difficult to find, it took me a dedicated month to find him. I half expected to find him within a week. Every misstep caused me to reevaluate and adjust my estimations of him. It got to a point where finding him felt like sport, like a long running game of hide and seek. The very day that I was hot on his heels I decided I would do what I could to sneak up on him before he could sneak up on me. Hence the outfit you see me in now. I found him staying in quite the classy hotel. 

A slower cut scene is played where Cindy finds a maid, she takes her into a cleaning cupboard, she breaks the maid's neck, takes her uniform and leaves her covered in the cupboard. Cindy then walks out into a busy hallway and out to the main entrance, she follows it through to a lobby bar where her brother(who is noticeably older than the family backstory cut scene) is sharing a drink with two young women. Her brother appears older than what he was in previous flash scenes. Cindy walks over to them to take empty glasses, there is a slight indication that her brother's victims drinks have been dosed and she causes another patron to bump into them causing a large mess. She takes the glasses that the group were using and she beckons a waiter to assist further. Cindy takes the glasses into the kitchen, she investigates the glasses and realises what her brother intended to use. Cindy looks concerned yet with an underlying look suggesting that she thinks he's an amature. 

Cindy: My plan was simple, foil his plan, get him in his room and work out exactly what was going on. I'll let the security footage take over for this bit because I know summaries don't exactly look good when it comes to the courtroom. I would like to again mention the list of my victims and crimes will be found in a notebook, all exact information of my crimes can be found there. Linked with this footage you will have irrefutable proof.

Cindy holds a notebook, sits forward in her chair and stairs directly into the camera intensely. 

Cindy: I DID EVERYTHING MENTIONED IN THIS BOOK, THERE IS NO MISDIRECTS IT IS PURE CLEAR EVIDENCE LINKING ME CLEARLY TO EVERY SINGLE NAME! 

Cindy places the book down on a nearby table. She sits back in her chair and finishes one last cigarette. She stands, finds a decorative bottle of scotch and takes two hefty swigs out of the bottle, (she consumes most of the bottle). Cindy throws the bottle down on the floor, she looks at it for a moment and picks up a shard. She sits back in the chair. She swivels the camera around as she says the following line she then sits back down. While the camera is turned away a body can be seen lying down on the floor, the victim is her brother.

Cindy: as you can see there is no one present coercing me to do this, nor is there anyone attempting to do the same via my phone. To note as well my phone can be found in my apartment. My address is written in the notebook as well as my full name, for you to find. Now my final curtain call, enjoy the security footage. bye.

Cindy stands with the shard of glass she cuts her throat then plunges the shard through her eye. Cindy falls back onto the chair and dies. Music starts playing and progressively gets louder and louder over the duration of a minute. The music is theatrical and dramatic, there is no singing.

*END OF SCENE*

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