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Game for Arc 2007

It's almost submission deadline for next years Arcanacon, so I'm thinking about what I want to run.

Currently, my submission looks like this:
Herakles: Premier Party


"Good evening, this is Herman Smith of A.R.C. News."

"I am currently standing outside of Grauman's Chinese Theatre in Hollywood, where the Premier of Director Rich Standish's latest blockbuster Herakles has just finished. It's a Who's Who of Hollywood here tonight, and hopefully we should be able to snag Rich for a word before he heads off to the after party. And there he is."

"Rich! Rich! Hi Rich, Herman Smith of A.R.C. News. I'm sure the viewers want to know, how did the Premier Showing go?"

"Very good, thanks Herman. Audience reaction was great, so I think I've got another success on my hands."

"Now, originally you were going to be doing Hercules. What made you change your mind from the Roman to the Greek version?"

"My lead actor, Zeth Cartwright. I had cast him in the role of Hercules, but things just didn't seem to quite fit. On a whim we rewrote it as Herakles and everything worked from that point on."

"Zeth is a bit of a mystery, isn't he? He's certainly much older than your normal leading man, that's for sure."

"Yes, he is, but the moment I saw him I had to cast him. He just seemed so perfect, and it's certainly not a decision that I have regretted. Sorry, Herman but I have to go, my wife is calling. See you at the after party?"

"Will do. Ladies and Gentlemen, that was Rich Standish, Director of Herakles. This is Herman Smith of A.R.C. News, outside the Grauman's Chinese Theatre in Hollywood. Join me tomorrow as I do a wrap of the goings on at the Herakles Premier Party. Herman Smith Out."

Thoughts?

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Desert Rose

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

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