Panicking, the shows crew rained bullets down on its blackened shell, but not before Juliet fell to its sting. A poison death, certainly – just not one the Bard ever dreamed of writing. “Its just one of those things,” Bram shrugs, with the breezy nonchalance of an actor who is now used to these kinds of hiccups. You come to expect them when youre performing inside a video game. The Wasteland Theatre Company is not your average band of thespians. Dotted all across the world, they meet behind...

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