Wyoming got the crowed really riled up. It was my final scene, the death of
Achilles. The plan was for me to dramatically collapse on the ground and run off
the stage once the next scene commenced. Which I did perfectly, or so I thought.
After I fell, I soon realized I could not get up. Because of the awkward
length of the armor I could not stand up without ripping the costume. In a panic I
started hopelessly wiggling,
flailing my legs trying to spring
my body upward, but to no
avail. Shoot the next scene
started. I managed to flop on
my stomach in a sweaty panic.
I went to plank position and
tried to raise my left leg, but it
was blocked by the edge of the
carboard. As I looked on the
ground I pondered if I was ever
to leave this personal hell. As I
reached a mental low, I started
to move! Or rather, was
dragged; the kid playing
Hercules saved me!
Although at that seemed
Other OJCLers performing their skit
like the end of the world at the
time, I now look back to that
moment as one of my fondest memories. This convention, you will make
memories that will last a lifetime and just not know it. Make sure you savor your
experience at the JCL.
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