This month, a classic Avian play written by our very own demanrisu.
PART 3
Human Translator's note: our most accurate translation of the Avian word "lusty" ( which is, of course, pronounced with an audible 'squawk') approximates, in our language, to "flatulent". This stage reading is the best example we have of the budding Avian performance culture, which seems to only have started after first contact with ours.
However, it is important to note that this transliteration is from a damaged document, so large parts are missing.
SCENE: Ext., Avian temple suicide tower. Grants-You-Wings, an Avian priestess, is lecturing a group of young Avians on the afterlife.
Grants-You-Wings: "...and as you hit the ground, your soul will ascend into the Aether, to be judged by Kluex himself."
First Student: "But what if we don't die when we hit the ground?"
Grants-You-Wings: "Then you have been chosen to stay on our mortal plane to serve Kluex and Rahe."
First Student: "That makes sense- hey, what's that smell...?"
OFF-STAGE: An ominous rumbling/fluttering sound shakes the stage.
Grants-You-Wings: "My apologies. I have been very lusty recently."
Second Student: "I'll say! That's worse than the smell of a village full of Grounded!"
Grants-You-Wings: "Now now, we don't talk about them here."
First Student: "I think I'll take my chances with the mortal plane."
ON-STAGE: First Student steps towards the edge of the suicide tower.
First Student: "Grants-You-Wings, your lust is driving me towards the edge! Literally!"
Grants-You-Wings: "Yes! Students, look at this young Avian as an example! He is committing his soul to the Aether!"
First Student: �I resign my fate to the arms of Kluex!�
ON-STAGE: First Student falls off of edge of stage, screaming briefly before a loud thud heralds his arrival on the ground. Second Student strolls over to the edge and visibly winces.
Second Student: �By Rahe, you can even smell it over here!�
ON-STAGE: Second Student dives off the stage. A second thud is heard.
Grants-You-Wings: �Yes! Kluex, guide these souls to the Aether!�
OFF-STAGE: Second Student begins to call for help; he has survived the fall.
ON-STAGE: Third Student, unable to bear the priestess� flatulence, begins to move towards the edge of the suicide tower.
Third Student: �Better not keep him waiting.�
ON-STAGE: Gagging from the smell, Third Student takes a running leap off of the edge of the stage.
OFF-STAGE: Second Student starts shrieking.
Second Student: �No! Don�t fall on me! Don�t fall on-�
OFF-STAGE: A slightly more wet thud, then silence.
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