Decimation in Dialogue

Date: 4/26/2026

>>>Where the hell am I? A school? Not my school—my school didn’t look like this. No, this place is too big. And too dark. Is it nighttime? It doesn’t feel like it. But those are candles up there in the rafters, right? Seems like kind of a fire hazard, they’re barely keeping upright with all the shaking from the walls. And it smells like ash in here as it is. They’re sort of familiar, I guess. These walls. This auditorium. Oh, right, I recognize it now. It’s just a little jumbled. And made of…mahogany? And who are you two? Oh right, my friends. Wow, you guys haven’t changed. Wait, how old are you? Aren’t we the same age? Why do you still look seventeen? I feel like we shouldn’t be here, right?<<< ***Shh, dude shut up. The show is starting. Look at you, you don’t even have your uniform on.*** >>>Uniform? Like, the one you guys are wearing? Why does it look like that—all green and gold and sparkly? Kinda slutty too for a bunch of seventeen year olds.<<< )))Jesus, just put the thing on. Here, I have a spare. Not here—in the bathroom. But make it fast, we go on soon.((( >>>’…Go on’?<<< ***Oh my god, please tell me you at least remember our routine? We’re completely fucked if “Commander Bitch” over there catches wind.*** )))Yeah, you can dick around out there if you want, but don’t bring us down with you.((( >>>Ok, Jesus I’m going. Fucking ‘routine’…the fuck are they talking about? And ’Commander Bitch’? Is she that stern looking older lady over there? She’s wearing green too. But at least she has a skirt to cover her ass. Not this idiotic leotard. Oh shit! I think she saw me.<<< | | |Ah, I’m pleased to see you made it, Miss. Your uniform looks creased. But I suppose it’ll have to do, your regiment is on in five minutes. You’re going against the ones from Russia, I hope you can handle it. The last group certainly couldn’t…||| >>>The last group? Wait, what the hell is going on out there? Is that—is that blood on your shirt? I can see it behind your collar, you know!<<< | | |Calm yourself, dear, it’s not my blood. You should know better than to worry about your old director. It certainly takes more than a few measly Russians to take me down. Now please, return to your regiment and focus on tonight’s performance. Don’t make your team carry your limp body through the encore, it doesn’t look good to the Generals.| | |