The complete slanted inversion of Hamlet (The holiest Holy of all theatrical productions) so that it is told 'through a glass darkly' by a couple of minor characters and that those characters are not 'in' the play but cluelessly bouncing around, (ie at the whim of a fickle, God-like playwright who can mould reality) that is ironic. Hamlet turns from the world's best loved tragedy into a surreal farce.
Yesterday R+G were in the real world, normal R+G, or were they? "What's the last thing you remember", "I forget"... but then they were "sent for" and entered this weird theatrical drama. And their comi-tragic doom is certain. There's always blood. "The blood is compulsory." It is ironic because the characters have become self-aware of their environment enough to observe it is barely real, but not so self aware that they say, "oh we are in a play." The truth keeps slipping away from them, they go in the play, behind the scenes with the actors, back in the play, mind-games and reality puzzles,
"One... probability is a factor which
operates within natural forces.
Two... probability is not
operating as a factor.
Three... we are now held within sub or supernatural forces"
Those supernatural forces are 'the magic of the theatre'.
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