Cortina vermelha fechada -
Entra um homem de longos cabelos encaracolados, portando um chapéu e um sobretudo surrado, desgastado pelo tempo. Ele para no meio do palco e vira para a platéia.
Greatings my friends.
My name is... heh... doesn't matter. But on these streets people call me DreamDrawner, which should make me a superhero, but no...
By being our little storyteller, I'd be a homeless poor blind, but that either ain't I.
My only "superpower" is being able to know the truth. Is to know about you. Is to have the knowledge of our sad life. Souls doomed to live the same story over and over. Like a virgin... touched for the very first time. We hang still in the limbo behind the red curtains (in the pantomime), waiting for this poor beings, actors, to be able to tell once again, our destiny. We can't actually complain about it, our own is quite good. Well, for me it is, since I'm not the role play - poor thing.
*se aproxima da platéia*
And now!
Without more small talk!
*vai saindo de costas, para a esquerda*
Open up the curtains and tell us what it's all about!
*some, e só mostra de volta a cabeça*
Hey, wait! Just a spoiler - someone...d-d-d-dies!
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