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Joe's Final Inferno
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Joe’s Final Inferno
Act ONE
Scene 1
Announcer: //:This section sets up the scene and is also literally being spoken://The scene opens with a strong sense of déjà vu to whatever reader or entity is reading or watching this play. Clearly they have seen much of what is about to happen, but perhaps, there is a crisper feel to it. As if the formatting is better and a proper ending has been reached. Hmmm, the reader or watcher will mumble, as they slowly forget all they once knew or thought they knew of this play. As if it never happened the scene opens on a clearly distraught man named Joe, who is impatiently waiting in a large chair, which happens to have metal braces, strapping him into said large chair. He is sitting rather uncomfortably, as one is prone to do in this type of situation. There is a sound in the background. It is a rather metallic sound. Much like one could hear if a spoon and a fork decided to have a tryst. Joe struggles against his braces, but it is clearly a stupid idea. There is nowhere for Joe to go. Joe isn’t all that bright. Finally a dashing young man, wearing a flannel shirt much like those strapping lumber jacks in the great country of Canada wear, walks in with tools of manly trade. Those tools being knives, a blow torch, tweezers, stitching material, yarn, and crochet needles as well. Our hero, the dashing Mr. Fox walks into the room where Joe is rudely squirming around, he is clearly delighted to see his guest has stayed over for dinner, completely without coercion and obviously on his own free will. Mr. Fox is wearing a black mask but is clearly attractive anyways. He smells really nice. Like a spring day in which an oil spill pours into the Ocean killing all the creatures nearby. My god, this man is a hero.
Joe: You know, there is a special place in Hell for people like you.
Mr. Fox: Why yes there, is. I know about Hell more than you would think. I was married once you know.
Joe: Was your wife aware you were this insane?
Mr. Fox: Of course my wife knows. I tell her all my secrets. She doesn’t talk much anymore, but she is a good listener. I am quite the romantic actually. I always wanted her heart to be close to mine. So I ate it. Now we are one forever.
Announcer: Mr. Fox gives a dreamy smile and glances over into a rocking chair in a corner with a clearly dead wife like person sitting in the chair. God, Mr. Fox is so cool.
Joe: Who in the Hell keeps talking to us? What is this? Why do you think you will get away with eating me in front of a stage full of people? These audience members can’t all be this dumb. What in the name of Hell is wrong with you!
Mr. Fox: You sure seem to have an obsession with Hell. I assure you Joe, you know nothing of hell. I was born in it, raised by it. You simply adopted the idea of such a wondrous place. In due time I will send you there. As for what is wrong with me, my doctor worries I have diabetes.
Announcer: Poor Mr. Fox and his diabetes. We all feel bad for Mr. Fox. In case you forgot, Mr. Fox, is the one with the strapping jaw line, and hair that smells like absolute perfection. Joe is now giving a weird look, much like he has heard the voice of an angel. Mr. Fox must be speaking.
*Joe is actually giving a look of pure confusion and contempt.
Joe: Look, just let me go. You need help. I’m not ready to die, and you can find peace if you just give me a chance to help you. I really do want to help. I can’t imagine the type of Hell you are going through right now. It must be horrible to bring someone to do this to another living person. Also, know now, I know Hell more than you could even imagine! I wake up to it every day!
Mr. Fox: No Joe, you can’t help me. You don’t know near enough about Hell! Let me tell you about it! It comes to me in my dreams sometimes. The type of wretched person I am, this Hell is my Heaven. A bit of a paradox isn’t it? I’ll tell you what, you want to see Hell so bad, I will take you there!
Announcer: As Joe ponders the paradox which is the idea of something both being a literal Heaven and a literal Hell, the stage goes dark as a clear notification to begin placing the props for the next scene. Joe, quit squirming, we need to make this transition smooth.
Act ONE
Scene 1
Announcer: //:This section sets up the scene and is also literally being spoken://The scene opens with a strong sense of déjà vu to whatever reader or entity is reading or watching this play. Clearly they have seen much of what is about to happen, but perhaps, there is a crisper feel to it. As if the formatting is better and a proper ending has been reached. Hmmm, the reader or watcher will mumble, as they slowly forget all they once knew or thought they knew of this play. As if it never happened the scene opens on a clearly distraught man named Joe, who is impatiently waiting in a large chair, which happens to have metal braces, strapping him into said large chair. He is sitting rather uncomfortably, as one is prone to do in this type of situation. There is a sound in the background. It is a rather metallic sound. Much like one could hear if a spoon and a fork decided to have a tryst. Joe struggles against his braces, but it is clearly a stupid idea. There is nowhere for Joe to go. Joe isn’t all that bright. Finally a dashing young man, wearing a flannel shirt much like those strapping lumber jacks in the great country of Canada wear, walks in with tools of manly trade. Those tools being knives, a blow torch, tweezers, stitching material, yarn, and crochet needles as well. Our hero, the dashing Mr. Fox walks into the room where Joe is rudely squirming around, he is clearly delighted to see his guest has stayed over for dinner, completely without coercion and obviously on his own free will. Mr. Fox is wearing a black mask but is clearly attractive anyways. He smells really nice. Like a spring day in which an oil spill pours into the Ocean killing all the creatures nearby. My god, this man is a hero.
Joe: You know, there is a special place in Hell for people like you.
Mr. Fox: Why yes there, is. I know about Hell more than you would think. I was married once you know.
Joe: Was your wife aware you were this insane?
Mr. Fox: Of course my wife knows. I tell her all my secrets. She doesn’t talk much anymore, but she is a good listener. I am quite the romantic actually. I always wanted her heart to be close to mine. So I ate it. Now we are one forever.
Announcer: Mr. Fox gives a dreamy smile and glances over into a rocking chair in a corner with a clearly dead wife like person sitting in the chair. God, Mr. Fox is so cool.
Joe: Who in the Hell keeps talking to us? What is this? Why do you think you will get away with eating me in front of a stage full of people? These audience members can’t all be this dumb. What in the name of Hell is wrong with you!
Mr. Fox: You sure seem to have an obsession with Hell. I assure you Joe, you know nothing of hell. I was born in it, raised by it. You simply adopted the idea of such a wondrous place. In due time I will send you there. As for what is wrong with me, my doctor worries I have diabetes.
Announcer: Poor Mr. Fox and his diabetes. We all feel bad for Mr. Fox. In case you forgot, Mr. Fox, is the one with the strapping jaw line, and hair that smells like absolute perfection. Joe is now giving a weird look, much like he has heard the voice of an angel. Mr. Fox must be speaking.
*Joe is actually giving a look of pure confusion and contempt.
Joe: Look, just let me go. You need help. I’m not ready to die, and you can find peace if you just give me a chance to help you. I really do want to help. I can’t imagine the type of Hell you are going through right now. It must be horrible to bring someone to do this to another living person. Also, know now, I know Hell more than you could even imagine! I wake up to it every day!
Mr. Fox: No Joe, you can’t help me. You don’t know near enough about Hell! Let me tell you about it! It comes to me in my dreams sometimes. The type of wretched person I am, this Hell is my Heaven. A bit of a paradox isn’t it? I’ll tell you what, you want to see Hell so bad, I will take you there!
Announcer: As Joe ponders the paradox which is the idea of something both being a literal Heaven and a literal Hell, the stage goes dark as a clear notification to begin placing the props for the next scene. Joe, quit squirming, we need to make this transition smooth.
Hey, this was a project I did for a college class designed around Dante's epic poem, The Inferno. While there is some comedy throughout, there are also issues regarding mental illness. Further more, it is a satire in places. It makes many references to Dante's Inferno, the play No Exit, and even a cameo of Chris from the story What Dreams May Come. If you wish to know more about these tales, please let me know. All of this content is mine and may be used with permission of the artist. Let me know what you guys think. There is about 8 parts, but I may spit some parts into multiple sections. I'm new here, but I would love to keep working on some awesome stuff for you guys. I already have another play in the works so let me know! Also, I can not figure out for the life of me how to put a proper title on my work! The beginning seems a little weird about the deja vu is due to this being the final copy. Originally, it was only a ten page play which did not have a proper end. Thus, when it came time for the final paper, I simply completed the project. Therefore, there is a slight call back to the original.
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