#kultrpg

Like what I had seen in the show, we wanted to explore the topic of liminal space, a waiting room, transitions and the passage of time in-between, going, going, gone. We are moved by the psyche, the surreal, and the sublime. What does it mean to be human in a Kult setting? How does creativity affect an artist? Does seeing patterns in the life and objects around us restrict or set us free? Oh, and a sprinkling of body horror and dysmorphia please.

René is a 28-year-old circus artist; a Sleeper who is unaware of his own divinity. The stage is where he has honed his craft, respected for his strength and skill. As a trans man, it is also where he feels the most vulnerable yet seen as how he wants to be seen. Co-founding a circus collective with his friends, they create strange little pieces that captivate and unsettle the audience. Certain sequences trigger entryways into places that should not be there. René is enamoured by the world around him. Sometimes he gets distracted by the patterns and shapes in things he cannot explain. Sometimes it overwhelms him. Will he eventually have the potential to manipulate time and space?

I'm excited to see where this journey takes us. We are on the cusp of creating something truly grotesque and beautiful.

Still reading? Well done, you.

A second update, as we're slowly getting to grips with the tone, setting, and play style. The kind of the story we we want to tell. It's heading in a Lynchian direction and I can't complain.

René visited his sometime lover, Aishwarya, the hostess of a secret fetish party below The Diving Bell Social Club / Club Social Le Scaphandre. Though the highlight of his night was the company of another man. A like-minded soul who piqued his interest in symbols, the artistic process, and philosophy of the world around us.

The man is a performer himself, but is he an employee or customer? Or something else entirely? He's purposely vague about it. At one point, he plays on an intricate device that he's built—a clockwork contraption combining instruments of sound, light, smell, hydraulics, and what have you. René feels as if he can see the whole universe at once and hears a distinct heartbeat getting louder and louder.

He's invited to join in. The audience are hungry, lapping up the energy from all of this. What is this? René feels naked and exposed. Yet, he manages to break through the mental block he's been having with the piece he's been working on. As he soars and tumbles through the room, he choreographs a syncopated pattern that is way more complex than the original piece. René stops trying to control it, to recreate things, defocusing to the big picture, the macro, allowing the chaos to wash over him. Then, he dives to the ground and the lights go off in the middle of it, so whether or where he lands is a mystery.

Finding himself alone backstage behind the curtains, René believes this was a sleight of hand performed by the man. He heads upstairs, back to "normality" of what could be considered as both a rock dive bar and established music venue. There, he bumps into Laurent, his flatmate, whom he'd been searching for the entire evening to no avail, bleeding and unconscious, propped up by his friends.

Apparently, Laurent had embodied the spirit of Iggy Pop during the karaoke set, wailing into the mic and smashing a bottle into his face, taking a flying a leap off the stage (the exact same time, René realizes, when he took his). Eventually, René has a quiet end to the intense night, walking along an unmarked dirt path through Mount Royal Park, wondering if he'd peered beyond the veil.