Apr 032012
 

On March 7, four foolish heroes dared stand up to the unknowable infinite horror of those forces which exist outside of our space and time. For our first (and hopefully not last) Lovecraftian Dungeon Crawl, those brave fools were:

  • Nick Caddaye, long-time Dungeon Crawler, sketch comedy writer and performer, and host of Late Night Letters and Numbers as Robert Percival Bob VI, an english mountaineer and adventurer;
  • Michelle Nussey, improviser and star of both The Big Hoo-Haa and Late Night Impro, as antique dealer and 1930s progressive Gloria Cucumberworthy;
  • Richard Watts, arts writer, broadcaster and writer on several Call of Cthulhu books, as Ezekiel Whipplemarsh Esq., Professor of Medieval Metaphysics at Miskatonic University, who has a phobia of waistcoats; and
  • Robert Reid, theatre maker, playwright and co-founder of Pop Up Playground, as Brendan Marsh, ex-opium addict and tax exile originally from Innsmouth.

These four unlikely protagonists found themselves in each other’s company in Arkham, Massachusetts at an auction for the deceased estate of John Vladamir Batman, a famous pornography tycoon who had recently come back from mysterious Albuquerque, and died shortly after when he was gored to death by the statue of a boar mounted on his favourite grandfather clock, which fell on him. So not a suspicious death, then.

Of note at the auction was a strange goblet, brought back by Batman from Albuquerque. Robert Percival Bob VI successfully bids £100,000 for the cup, but after the auction one of the other bidders, Boris von The Badguy, threatens them and demands the cup. Robert hands it over, but his new friends overpower Boris and he dies, uttering only “Never…find…the…” Our heroes discover the cup had been given by Batman to another man before being returned shortly before his death: Stephen Kent. But it’s late, and Robert needs a drink, so they retire to his opulent shack for the evening.

That night, the quartet are plagued by nightmares: Whipplemarsh dreams of “The Living Waistcoat”, and flashes back to the source of his phobia, the Talking Squid of Innsmouth, which wore a waistcoat of flayed human skin; Marsh is visited by a hideous rabbit from the IRS with an endless array of forms; Cucumberworthy is taunted by visions of The Price is Right and the horror of becoming a stereotypical suburban housewife; and Bob VI is confronted by the horror of sobriety as an Abominable Snowman taunts him by taking away his beer.

The next day they group learn from the portraits of prominent townsfolk in Bob VI’s shack that Stephen Kent lives nearby; when they call on him, his butler ushers them in, and they find a man driven mad, half-naked, ranting about bacon and eggs and toast, and mumbling about the stars being so close. He explains through a chicken metaphor that the cup is for use in a summoning ritual, though the ritual can go ahead without it; Kent and/or his butler successfully complete the ritual, and dread Cthulhu himself appears!

Cthulhu proves rather annoyed that his Summer holiday has been interrupted, and threatens to destroy the world, referring to them all as Doris; Bob VI persuades Marsh to kill himself, apparently in an attempt to undo the ritual, but Cthulhu brings him back to life. After some confusing dialogue, the butler is cursed to dance for Cthulhu’s amusement, but he is thrown into the portal from which Cthulhu emerged. Whipplemarsh brings out his Necronomicon and the group chant Gthulhu a lullaby from within, and the beast is sated. The world is saved…but at what cost?

Our heroes do not escape unscathed: Marsh is undead, Gloria no longer believes in wearing pants, Ezekiel has overcome his fear of waistcoats but becomes a serial killer, strangling women named Doris…with a waistcoat; and Robert reveals that he wanted to summon Cthulhu all along. But such is the toll for crawling beyond madness!

Check out the photos below from the always brilliant Robert Young:

Mar 142012
 

Last week our foolish heroes faced certain madness in our first ever Cthulhu-themed cosmic horror edition of Dungeon Crawl. In a fortnight’s time, the Melbourne International Comedy Festival begins, bringing with it a whole new kind of madness. So: madness all round, then!

While Dungeon Crawl isn’t an official part of the Comedy Festival, we couldn’t resist the lure of so many fantastic performers being in town – so, just like last year, we’re running a season of Late Night Dungeon Crawl. You can catch us at the Bella Union every Wednesday during the festival at 11 PM with a spectacular line-up of guests from all over Australia – and maybe even a few international surprises. With this many comedians in town, you never know who might show up! You can catch them questing for glory for free with your Dungeon Masters Ben McKenzie and Richard McKenzie on March 28th, April 4th, April 11th and April 18th. In case that’s not enough, you can also catch both of them in Pop Up Playground on Thursdays, and individually at various other gigs; see Ben’s web site, The Man in the Lab Coat, for a full list of his, and look up Richard’s reprise of A Sting in the Tale at St Ali Comedy.

So that’s madness future; but what of madness past? Never fear, mortals; we’ll be updating the site in the next few days with a recap of the Lovecraftian descent into terror undertaken by Nick Caddaye, Michelle Nussey, Robert Reid and Richard Watts.

In the meantime, however, we leave you with the follow disturbing missive received from one Andrew McClelland, Esq., who was unable to join us last Wednesday for reasons that shall become all too clear…

I dreamt I was alone. I was sitting in a life raft, the final survivor of some great tumult on the sea. I was oarless and merely floated, day upon day, on the flat glassy surface of an endless still ocean, the sun beating down upon me. The sky and sea enveloping me in their ceaseless blue.

Most of the time I slept. There was nothing else to do. Nothing to see. Except at night when the great swathe of the heavens, undiminished by any competing light, was revealed to me in its awe inspiring glory. And I thought of those stars. So tangible to my eyes and yet I knew the light of those stars was millennia old. Long dead. I knew that beyond out little planet those skies stretched on and on for eternity and that out there, somewhere, there was almost certainly something looking back at me, back at us, and back at the light that our little planet reflected.

After several days of aimless floating my little boat unexpectedly bumped into something, just below the surface. I looked to the ocean below me and found it was blue no more. Instead it was black. As black as tar and just as thick. And as I stared at this curious phenomenon the tar began to swirl and seethe. I shielded my eyes as viscous blackness swirled about me. In the black I could make out shapes, faces, letters of a language so ancient as to put the light of those distant stars to shame. Swirling about me, the black then seemed to come for me. I could only stand still, horrified beyond all capacity to move as the black tar forced its way into my mouth pouring down my throat. I could feel it coursing through my body. My nose and lungs filled with its mucous. The glands about my neck filled with its foul bile. I sweated and I shivered all at once and then a voice. As wet and thick as the foulest of slimes to emerge from any deep and ancient sea bed called to me:

“I… am… your FLU!!!”

And in the wake of that black monster I saw the death of worlds and the infinite emptiness of cold and cruel space and I knew, in a horror from which I will never fully recover:

Getting the flu really sucks balls.

Sorry I can’t be there tonight everyone. Clearly, I would have enjoyed it.

Mar 052012
 

It’s finally arrived: Dungeon Crawl’s first ever cosmic horror episode! This week, eldritch forces from before the dawn of time will leak into our rational world and tear it asunder, unless guests Nick Caddaye, Andrew McClelland, Michelle Nussey and Richard Watts can stop them. This being a Call of Cthluhu themed show, though, it’s just as likely they will just glimpse a tentacle and be driven mad by the experience…

Join us at 8:30 PM on Wednesday, March 7 at the Bella Union for The Dungeon Out of Time that Crawled Beyond Madness - tickets $14 online, or $15 at the door.

And don’t forget to stick around after the show to join Pop Up Playground for a free trial of their new MICF show. Play a new version of the parlour game classic Werewolf with a bunch of guest comedians, including guests from Dungeon Crawl. The show is free, but to make sure you have a seat, book tickets for it online.