Role

Chapter 12

<The pitted sphere you hold in your hand has clear indentations for your
fingers, as your hands find their home visions appear in your head of the
inside of a theater.>

The light is from an inditerminate source, the music is a cacophany. The
scenery appears to be rocks, or perhaps a small mountain.

A tiny figure appears, a dirty face moving up the mountain "FEH! SNOT" it
shouts. In short order it encounters another figure, a face painted plack
on one side and white on the other. They bristle, they battle, and the
dirty face is victorious.

Elsewhere on the mountain, a skull fights a beetle and is victorious. The
skull, emblazoned with a book marches on to be confronted with a golden
face. They fight and the skull wins again.

At the far end of the mountain, the dirty face is in close combat with a
dull looking lion's face. The dirty face crushes the lion and marches
toward the skull. As they march the ground writhes beneath them. The
skull disappears into the swirling ground. The dirty face is carried up
on high, but also disappears.

The spinning, writhing hydra stands, extending its heads like branches
over both stage and audience.

House lights go down and all that can be seen are stars twinkling among
the "leaves."