It’s post 2016 election at a carnival. We see a LAWYER and a JUDGE fighting on The Flying Dutchman. The lawyer brandishes a pen while the judge wields a golden gavel. Both stagger back and forth with their weapons of choice as the Dutchman whooshes and rocks full tilt. Bloodied and torn tickets swirl shapelessly about in the darkness.
A few minutes before dawn, sunlight casts three blurred shadows on what appears to be a 12’ x 12’ scrim: GRAND MÁS, the group’s elder, a self-deprecating trickster woman, TARDIS, a “water bear”, and JABBERWOCKY. They are all aware that an “X-MAN” has been sent to kill them.
Grand Más stands, removes her modified Steampunk goggles, yawns, and begins rapping:…
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