Category: Homage

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Courtesy of the two most talented Pythons (John and Eric).

Non-Commercial, adapted slightly for my amusement and perhaps yours.

(link removed. It’s Python, fairly easy to find.)

My slight alteration, ‘Rhyte And Wrong’

A play on a stage, with the following props:
fake walls on two sides (left and back)
window opening in left
doorway to closet in left
doorway with closed door in back
desk with papers on it
two chairs, one on each side of desk
fake, stuffed body made to look somewhat real on floor hidden behind desk
fake, stuffed body made to look somewhat real holding piece of parchment inside closet
two signs: one that says “JOKE” and the other “A NEW BOOK SUBTITLE”
A torch

two characters:
Lord Rhyte, obviously in charge, dressed elegantly
S. Lee, dressed casually

*Play begins with Lord Rhyte sitting in chair on left of desk, holding up a book with the title “Rhyte And Wrong” clearly visible in absurdly large lettering so all can see, reading intently from it*
*S. Lee approaches from left side of stage, and climbs through open window, completely unnoticed by Lord Rhyte, then calmly walks over from behind Lord Rhyte and the back of the table to the right side of it, sitting down and folding his hands in his lap*
*Lord Rhyte blinks, glancing over without expression at S. Lee, then back away to the book, raising his eyebrows in a faint look of surprise before calmly placing the book down and turning to face S. Lee*
“Ah, Lee.”
“S. Lee, Sir.”
“Shut up. I want to have a word with you, Lee.”
“S. Lee, Sir.”
“Shut up. It’s about your new book. Now I’ve had your publisher in to see me this morning and he’s very unhappy with your new book.
VERY unhappy. In fact, he stabbed himself.”
*S. Lee appears somewhat concerned*
“Badly, Sir?”
*Lord Rhyte responds without emotion change*
“No, extremely well.”
*Lord Rhyte reaches down and picks up the hidden left leg of the fake body behind the desk, showing it to S. Lee, who gives no reaction. He then picks up a sign that says *JOKE* and smiles at the audience before putting it down and turning back, totally serious again, toward S. Lee*
“Well, before he went, he left a note with his personal assistant-”
*Lord Rhyte opens the closet door, the fake body falls out as Lord Rhyte unemotionally snatches the parchment from it as it’s falling, then glances at it as he continues speaking*
“The extent of which was how unhappy he was with your book, and in particular, why you had changed the subtitle “A New Book By S. Lee” to “A Magnificent Festering Disease By S. Lee”. Why, Lee?
“Ummm…it was a joke, Sir.”
*Lord Rhyte speaks in a somewhat angry, challenging tone as he holds up the *JOKE* sign*
“A JOKE?”
“Uh, no, not a joke…”
*S. Lee holds up the *A NEW BOOK SUBTITLE* sign*
“A new subtitle, Sir.”
“I see, Lee.”
“S. Lee, Sir.”
“Shut up!”
*Lord Rhyte glances at the two bodies and then back at S. Lee*
“Well?”
“Well, people remember the name Sir.”
“They certainly do remember the name, they’ve threatened to set this office ablaze.”
*Torch is applied by stagehand to left wall, it starts to burn*
“They have set this office ablaze.”
*Lord Rhyte holds up the *JOKE* sign toward the audience*
*S. Lee glances somewhat sheepishly at Lord Rhyte*
“You’re not going to fire me, Sir?”
“Fire you??? Two men dead, the publishing house on fire, your books worthless and my loincloth completely soiled?? What, what can you possibly say, what EXCUSE can you possibly MAKE??!!”
*S. Lee holds up the *JOKE* sign* “Sorry father.”
*Lord Rhyte completely loses his anger*
“Oh, it’s alright. By the way, I like the book.”
*Lord Rhyte lifts “Rhyte And Wrong” up from the table and glances to it in indication*
*END*

10/16/16: This sucked. But the original was d@mn good. (housekeeping)

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Book One: Come To Home, Thou Cast Outwards Before

Chapter One:
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An homage to D+D, the GOOD parts of FK (just to be clear), Lovecraft, John Carpenter and Michael De Luca.

The reference should be obvious when it’s done, if not now. This is a work of fanfiction, an homage to a movie I have a weakness for.

THIS IS NOT A COMMERCIAL WORK.

Please consider this when reading, and I hope you enjoy.

The movie’s better, of course. But it’s fanfic…give me some slack here.

-Puppy >.< Yip!