THE NIGHTLY CHILL
By Steve Arviso
Untitled Superhero Pilot, Scene 1.
FIGHT THE DAWN!
As the sunlit sanity of the waking world burns the night to ash,
embrace the unbound madness of your wildest dreams,
laugh into the endless abyss of your darkest fantasies,
and rage against the coming dawn.
The Nightly Chill is the unstable experience of the mind and madness of Steve Arviso (@AmoralCrackpot). Mon-Fri. Ish.
- BETWEEN THE CRACKS
- UNTITLED SUPERHERO PILOT, SCENE 1
- THE MIXTAPE
UNTITLED SUPERHERO PILOT is a brief absurd audio drama I wrote up about a year ago, and was originally performed earlier this year at The Doll Hut in Anaheim, California. There’s some audio and video of it floating about somewhere, I think. But I figured it was worth putting out there in some way again, and soon. For now, I’ll be releasing a scene/sequence a night. There’s only four, so it’ll wrap up by Friday night. Maybe I’ll have an ebook version put up somewhere this month.
I really hope to get a performance of this properly recorded and released sooner than later. Stay tuned on that.
BETWEEN THE CRACKS
Last weekend at the cabin, I noticed your fly was down. Do take care of that.
PULPBUSTERS – THE SHADOW KNOWS
Adena’s lil’ audio love note to the (great) granddaddy of pulp vigilantes, The Shadow. Listen to it now on Spotify, sub to the PulpBusters audio feed, or even download a free MP3 of The Shadow Knows using the links below.
UNTITLED SUPERHERO PILOT, SCENE 1
An absurd tale of superheroic nonsense.
THEME. UP, UNDER.
(Commanding call to action.)
Defy the doubters!
Ignore the Naysayers!
Silence all fears of the unknown!
For you need only listen to the one, the only
(Booming. Unsure, as if making it up on the spot.)
to Wild Action
(Snappy, melodramatic announcer voice.)
“Spectacular Call to Wild Action Tales of Amazement”
is a presentation of all-new, all-original tales of heroic adventure,
Written and directed by Steve Arviso.
And not intended for those faint of heart, or otherwise weak constitution.”
“Untitled Superhero Pilot.”
SCENE 1. A CHECK-CASHING STORE.
SOUNDSCAPE: THE GENERAL SOULLESSNESS OF A CHECK-CASHING PLACE.
(NOTE: THE VOICE IS OUR LITERAL DISEMBODIED NARRATOR. SEES-IT-ALL KNOW-IT-ALL.)
In a check-cashing place in a bad part of town,
Slither-O, former king of the Viperian,
an ancient reptilian-like species
from caverns beneath the surface of the Earth,
has been left waiting for almost twenty minutes.
EMPLOYEE RETURNS WITH BAD NEWS FOR SLITHER-O.
(NOTE: SLITHER-O SPEAKS WITH A TYPICAL HISS-TALK GIMMICK.)
I’m sorry for the wait,
So, I just spoke with my manager–
Here it comes.
But, I’m afraid we won’t be able to help you cash your check today.
And why the hell not?
You are a, uh…
I don’t know.
So, why don’t you tell me?
A BEAT. THEN…
AN UNCOMFORTABLE SILENCE.
Because of your…
with our, and other, financial institutions–
This is a check-cashing place in a stripmall.
But you were the one who went around robbing us.
And I do mean us.
On several occasions.
That was years ago!
But because of that very true history,
you’re officially banned from this location.
You’ve gotta be shitting me.
And all our sister locations.
This is ridiculous!
I served my time!
Also, the whole “man-snake” thing.
Do man-snakes even have a valid form of identification?
I gave you my driver license!
Yes. But aren’t man-snakes from like, Mars,
My family and I are from Arizona!
Well. The caverns beneath Arizona.
Hey! You can’t call it that.
REVEAL: A WELL-MEANING BUT COMPLETELY OUT OF THEIR ELEMENT BYSTANDER.
They prefer to be called, “Snakemen.”
Can we go back to how you called me a fuckin’ “It”?
REVEAL: BYSTANDER S.O., NEARBY THIS WHOLE TIME.
They prefer to be called, “Snake-people.”
No. We don’t.
I should have incinerated you people years ago.
Did he just threaten us?
I think so.
What the Hell just happened?
Are you hairless apes serious right now?
(Livid. Cold as ice.)
Robberies are one thing to overlook, Mr. Slither-o.
But I will not tolerate racists in my financial institution!
EMPLOYEE SLAPS A BIG BUTTON. SECURITY ALARM BLARES–UP, UNDER.
Aw, come on!
Is some “caped crusader” asshole gonna show up and–
POT! today, Slither-o!
CRASH! GNATMAN SMASHES A BIG FUCKIN’ POTTED PLANT OVER SLITHER-O’S HEAD.
(CRIES in excruciating pain.)
Thank you, Gnatman!
I heard the alarm from the parking lot–
Did you seriously just hit me with a potted plant?
Stay down, Slither-o.
I think I have a concussion.
(Helping SLITHER-O to his feet.)
Good thing they have a wonderful doctor down at…
This is such bullshit.
It’s true, Mr. Potty Mouth.
They keep Dr. Magician on retainer.
Though, I think he’s technically a registered nurse.
I don’t care.
The police will be here any minute to deal with you.
WOOP-WOOP! A POLICE SIREN BLEETS.
(OFF. From behind.)
We’re here to deal with Slither-o, Gnatman.
Detective! Just in time!
I was trying to cash my goddamn paycheck!
But then, The Crap-tacular Jack-ass over here–
–conveniently shows up
and assaults me!
You’re a supervillain.
I’ve been retired for like, five years!
Come on, Slither-o.
You can blog all about it while we process you down at…
Why do all you idiots insist on talking like that?
DETECTIVE ESCORTS SLITHER-O OUT.
You’ll be hearing from my lawyer, Gnatman!
A BEAT. THEN…
(Please say, “Yes.”)
Slither-o did try to rob you,
A BEAT. THEN…
Meh. Good enough for me.
POLICE CRUISER SIRENS–UP, AWAY.
Besides. I’m sure he must’ve done something.
(Please, please say, “Yes.”)
(NOTE: DANGERDOLPHIN SPEAKS WITH A DOLPHIN-SPEAK GIMMICK. CLICKS, WHISTLES.)
Wrong again, BuzzBrains!
SCENE 2. JUSTICE SERVED.
TO BE CONTINUED!
Tracks I’m currently chillin’ with. Tonight, other nights. Follow the Playlist on YouTube to keep up with all the changes.
GRAND GHOULISH – THE E-BOOK!
Originally serialized in the digital pages of The Nightly Chill, Steve Arviso’s Grand Ghoulish collects the completed absurd twisted romance between a photographer, a housewife, and her husband–a surgeon who enjoys getting a little blood on his hands!
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YOU ARE NOT ALONE
THE NIGHTLY CHILL