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dsmp as a play? hold my fucking shit, I’ve been thinking about this for TWO YEARS (as someone who did theater for like 12 years)

I absolutely adore the idea of some people seeing the audience and interacting with them and some don’t.

Especially the people who talk to chat a lot during the lore. (Techno, Phil, Tommy, etc.) but I also adore the thought that they gradually become more aware of the audience.

Like Niki for example, she doesn’t talk to the audience or like make them feel involved with her until she’s burning down l’mantree

I want Connor to be in the audience audibly reacting to everything on stage, maybe he even throws popcorn when like Wilbur presses the button and Charlie is just chilling observing everything and becoming more and more aware of the show

Whenever Eret is on stage it’s soft music playing, building up the more they are on until the betrayal happens, subtle and not really noticeable

a Technoblade monologue being performed to the audience, it’s articulate, it’s attention holding, the lighting is dramatic, and Tommy is to the side trying to figure out who tf he’s talking to

Pogtopia Wilbur gets a little more ragged every time he comes on stage, the lighting gets more and more eerie, and it’s the same lighting used in the control room.

DONT GET ME STARTED ON EXILE OH MY FUCK

I think Tommy would talk to the audience more during exile, becoming more aware of them the longer he’s alone. Maybe Dream catches him talking to the audience and takes away his tools again, but they are the only consistent thing in his life, so he continues talking to them.

THE YHINGS I WOULD DO TO DESIGN ERETS COSTUMES

The EGG DUDES, slowly through scenes they grow more and more obvious, maybe it starts out with a simple rose that grows vines and AHSHWKDJDI

SAM NOOK. Making Sam Nook a hand puppet that the actor who plays Awesamdude uses.

There are definitely so many like sad and angsty stuff to put in but like im just thinking about funny stuff.

Tubbo constantly looks at the Audience and gives them the Jim from the Office stare™️, but only until he becomes president and then he suddenly stops doing it.

Ranboo would also be really interesting, cause they talk to themselves a LOT, like their character specifically. Maybe when they aren’t talking they are watching the audience, pulling out their notebook to take notes.

God have you guys looked at stage fighting? Like genuine good stage fighting? Imagine that with the dsmp. I’m so normal about this and everything

When Techno goes into retirement he literally gets off the stage and joins the audience, tsking at stuff and writing shit down in a book, but never getting involved until he gets pulled back in.

DOING THR SCAR MAKEUP WOULD BR SO COOL SNDKEEJR

Anyways yes im ranting and not really sober rn so i hope this makes sense

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The End

Once, Hyden had hopes of defeating the army of Sanshen, of being a hero. Dreams that sounded despairingly impossible, but a thousand years had passed, and the Wöken had returned.

The Wöken was an ancient creature that granted wishes, any wish. Some said it was purely myth, others a junglefowl with fiery wings and ember eyes, or perhaps it was Opus himself.

Hyden knew better now. The Wöken was a shriveled thing that crawled on all fours and spoke in mangled tongue. Its skin was charred, hanging onto its hideous skeleton. It was Cattila, the demon of greed, for had it been Opus, it would have helped him-- it would have slit Ira's cowardly throat and thrown him down the cascades of Tophet. Had it been Opus, Hyden would have been able to salvage his nation.

But when Ira lunged from the darkness and stabbed Hyden in the back, the Wöken merely convulsed, ungodly sounds wretched from its cracked lips, laughing as Hyden collapsed, barely clinging to strings of consciousness.

"Immortality," his friend had said, "I want to live forever, young and healthy.”

The Wöken stared at Ira. Then, it stood, long spindly legs protruding unnaturally.

"Irathel," its voice warped, mouth stretching in a crude smile, "you wish for immortality. You wish to cheat the god of death and life."

"Y-you can grant any wish."

It craned its head, "The gods are displeased."

"You promised-" Ira strangled out. Pale, yellow flares glittered, and the Wöken grinned.

"A wish is a wish."

It stretched out its claw and grabbed Irathel's face. The man let out a broken cry as the Wöken began to invoke primordial spells, so old that the rest of the world had forgotten them. Irathel screamed, and Hyden let the frigid darkness sweep him away.

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