The Uranium Tipped Pen

Well I’ve been at it since I got back in from work on friday, stopping only for tea, cider, about 4 hours sleep, more tea and occasional forays into the wilderness. My eyes are red, my hermitage cell is in an extreme state of disarray… but it’s done.   First Draft of my play “Jenga”   The title is a temporary one, because I have an irrational aversion to one-word titles. Also considering “Tyrants Tower” and “Foodchain Store”   It’s the strange comic tale of Alan & Bobbert, two men who wake up inside a collapsed/collapsing office building, with little memory of what happened… only to discover that things get even weirder than that. The dead aren’t dying, the Production Department has started a Soviet Republic on the third floor, human resources turn out to be robots and Catering Department have turned to cannibalism… but this isn’t everything. Something is wrong, the building is… changing… and our unlikely heroes must unravel the mystery of the tower before everything comes undone…   IT’S GREAT. And I may just post some samples of it when I get a spare minute.   But first. I need to collapse in a corner somewhere

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