Fingertips: The Day That Love Came To Play
S. John Ross
apocalypse apocalyptic bar based on songs black magic cover art dark comedy dark humor Demon easy Evil protagonist ghosts IFDB tags contain spoilers lounge lounge singer Lovecraftian male protagonist modern day music references nightclub one move one-move play online Replayable sexual innuendo short single command single room They Might Be Giants very brief weird workplace
You're a lounge singer. Time to knock 'em dead.
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The crowd looked dead before you came on. Now they're lively, as the music begins. You catch a glimpse of Gladys; she gives you a wink.
You look at Gladys
She had her lips done recently; they're gleaming in the music. Her eyes are aglow, and she's breathing deep, showing off a little cleavage before the universe dies.

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The moment is done. It could have gone differently.
Wink
The crowd looked dead before you came on. Now they're lively, as the music begins. You catch a glimpse of Gladys; she gives you a wink.
Wink
You return Gladys' wink with a merry wave, and add a little dance move, and she beams at you and dances back. The destruction of all life is so much sweeter with an unholy consort.

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The moment is done. It could have gone differently.
Onstage at the Cherrywood Lounge
The crowd looked dead before you came on. Now they're lively, as the music begins. You catch a glimpse of Gladys; she gives you a wink.
You kiss gladys
You did, just minutes ago. You breathe deep; the memory lingers. In the audience, Gladys gives you a knowing look.

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The moment is done. It could have gone differently.
Onstage at the Cherrywood Lounge
The crowd looked dead before you came on. Now they're lively, as the music begins. You catch a glimpse of Gladys; she gives you a wink.
Wave
You give the crowd a little wave, a little dance, and a big smile. When you summon Sazark the Destroyer to kill them all, you want them cheerful.

The summoning. It is time.

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The moment is done. It could have gone differently.
Hail satan
I totally understand. Except for the words; I'm having trouble with those.
Xyzzy
Ah, one of the first spells you learned in the service of the Destroyer. You allow yourself a moment to reminisce ... your early days with Gladys, the amazing energy of the romance, the summon of Butera's shade, those long walks in the swirling otherworldly void.

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The moment is done. It could have gone differently.
You worship the satan
The crowd looked dead before you came on. Now they're lively, as the music begins. You catch a glimpse of Gladys; she gives you a wink.

Forgive me, please. You've bumped your head on the low ceiling of my comprehension.
Inventory
Your suit is red velvet. Your microphone is dull black. Your heart is pure, your master is Sazark the Destroyer. Your purpose is love, and the destruction of all. You smile. It is time.

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The moment is done. It could have gone differently.
Onstage at the Cherrywood Lounge
The crowd looked dead before you came on. Now they're lively, as the music begins. You catch a glimpse of Gladys; she gives you a wink.

Your suit is red velvet. Your microphone is dull black. Your heart is pure, your master is Sazark the Destroyer. Your purpose is love, and the destruction of all. You smile. It is time.

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The moment is done. It could have gone differently.
Onstage at the Cherrywood Lounge
The crowd looked dead before you came on. Now they're lively, as the music begins. You catch a glimpse of Gladys; she gives you a wink.
Love
(the red velvet suit)
That's just weird.

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The moment is done. It could have gone differently.
Onstage at the Cherrywood Lounge
The crowd looked dead before you came on. Now they're lively, as the music begins. You catch a glimpse of Gladys; she gives you a wink.
You love crowd
That's just weird.

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The moment is done. It could have gone differently.
Onstage at the Cherrywood Lounge
The crowd looked dead before you came on. Now they're lively, as the music begins. You catch a glimpse of Gladys; she gives you a wink.
You draw the pentagram
Hm?
Go east
You abandon the stage for a moment, ducking back into the wings from which you emerged. The wings from which you emerged. You
avoid Gladys' gaze. The music will play on. You'll be ready in a moment.

Sazark the Destroyer must be summoned.

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The moment is done. It could have gone differently.
Onstage at the Cherrywood Lounge
The crowd looked dead before you came on. Now they're lively, as the music begins. You catch a glimpse of Gladys; she gives you a wink.
You go to the west
You're a showman, herald of the death of all. But the moment feels wrong. Glancing into the wings, you feel the need to gather yourself, to really be ready. You avoid Gladys' gaze, but you can feel
her disappointment follow you as you exit, stage left.

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The moment is done. It could have gone differently.
Onstage at the Cherrywood Lounge
The crowd looked dead before you came on. Now they're lively, as the music begins. You catch a glimpse of Gladys; she gives you a wink.
Xyzzy
Ah, one of the first spells you learned in the service of the Destroyer. You allow yourself a moment to reminisce ... your early days with Gladys, the amazing energy of the romance, the summon of Butera's shade, those long walks in the swirling otherworldly void.

-=-=-=-=-=-

The moment is done. It could have gone differently.
Summon sazark
The crowd looked dead before you came on. Now they're lively, as the music begins. You catch a glimpse of Gladys; she gives you a wink.

It's fitting, of course, that the world ends here, at Cherrywood, in a storm of orgone, music, and love.

They laughed at you at the Diamond Room. They boo'ed you offstage at Manny's Temporary Jazz Establishment. They wouldn't even let you in the door at the Desert Springs Resort offices, and you had a
manager, then.

But beyond the stars, and deep within the earth, dwelled Sazark, and the minions of Sazark, and they felt in you the kinship of true lounge art. They sent you Gladys, and your song ... your theme song ... came true. Love came to play, and not just play: it came to kill
everyone.

With the music as the engine, with the souls as fuel, with your hand and voice as instrument, you summon Sazark the Destroyer, and you do it with a little hip-wiggle that makes Gladys almost blush.

Cue pyrotechnics.

As the Destroyer walks the earth, and as the earth dies, you reflect on your crimes, your sins, your delights, your pair of modestly-successful LPs.

It's been a good gig. Goodbye, cruel world.

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The moment is done. The world is done with it.
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Sing
The summoning can wait a second. This is your music, your
moment. You sang it a thousand times when the blood was in your
veins instead of on your hands, and the crowd wants it. You sing it silky, you sing it gentle ... and when the band hits that pause, you belt it out: the day that love ... came to play! In
the crowd, Gladys dances and does her little kitty-cat paws, the lust of eternity's end glowing in her eyes.

Eat your heart out, Sinatra. Again. Because it was hilarious
the first time.

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The moment is done. It could have gone differently.
Dance
Flush with the warm magnificence of the orgone energy projected from the heart of the demon, you let your hips express the cosmic disdain. Brushing the lapels of your red-velvet suit and flashing your pearly whites at your doomed audience, you celebrate their deaths and celebrate your own. Magical.

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The moment is done. It could have gone differently.
Onstage at the Cherrywood Lounge
The crowd looked dead before you came on. Now they're lively, as the music begins. You catch a glimpse of Gladys; she gives you a wink.
You talk to Gladys
You get closer to the mic, considering, maybe, a few parting words ... a little speech about how glad you are that everyone's here, and how gladder you are that, in a few minutes, they'll all be gone. A few words for Gladys, a few words for the lounge. A joke, some questions ... a crocodile tear, perhaps, for character? But the moment passes. You've never been a great talker, only a great singer. And why talk to the dead?

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The moment is done. It could have gone differently.
Onstage at the Cherrywood Lounge
The crowd looked dead before you came on. Now they're lively, as the music begins. You catch a glimpse of Gladys; she gives you a wink.
You jump
Yeah, you are distracted. It's natural to be nervous at a
time like this. Not that there's ever been a time like this
before, with the fate of all life in your hands, right next to the microphone, waiting to be crushed. All life, that is. Not the microphone.

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The moment is done. It could have gone differently.
Onstage at the Cherrywood Lounge
The crowd looked dead before you came on. Now they're lively, as the music begins. You catch a glimpse of Gladys; she gives you a wink.
You look at the microphone
It's not your lucky mic. You requested it, but the Voices That Speak For The Destroyer insisted that the house mic would be sufficient for the summoning.

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The moment is done. It could have gone differently.
Y.
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