[[comic monologue to follow strips. the speaker, a large brute of a man, is in london near the palace. most of the strips are him moving casually from st. james park to the palace, smoking "noir" style]]

The world is sleeping.

It kicks and it moans and it pushes the pillows away but it’s sleeping, lost in a single dream that plays in its head over and over again. The dream isn’t even a good one. In fact, it’s a fucking nightmare. Debts bring families to their knees, wars claim the lives of thousands without even the pretext of a just ideal, terrorism strikes fear with its bombs and its viruses, hunger and thirst cover almost half the planet… You name it, this nightmare has it.

You’d think they’d protest. You’d think they’d say “Hey, if I’m sleeping all day, at least let my dreams be good”. But they don’t know there are other dreams and this one is familiar and the world is used to it and so it keeps sleeping and dreaming and there seems to be no end to it.

I myself am an early riser and I’m tired of sipping coffee and waiting for them to wake up. So I asked myself:

“How do you wake the whole world up?” [[explosion on st james park, behind him. he smiles]]

You can’t talk softly and gently in its ear. It will just moan a bit, shoo you away, then go back to sleep because while the dream sucks, it’s still a dream and deep down they know it and prefer it to facing reality. Who knows what awaits them there?

You can’t even put an alarm on. [[police sirens on their way to the park as he climbs the palace walls]] It’ll ignore the annoying sound, reach out and shut it like it never existed, much like they ignore the sound of bombs on the six o’clock news. The first is a shock, frightening even. The second is familiar but the fear subsides a little. The third is just annoying so you turn it off.

No, those won’t work. You want to wake up a world? There’s only one way.

You scream in its fucking ear.

They’ll hate you for it. They’ll condemn you forever. They’ll curse you and hunt you and tear you apart. But they’ll be up, alright, and they’ll be up pissed as hell.
And if they are to truly face reality, they need to be pissed as hell.

Wakey, wakey, sleepy heads. [[he enters the queen's study where she is writting a letter. she looks up]]

This is your wake up call. [[black strip with shot heard]]

This is me screaming. [[guards enter. study empty, window open. queen dead, written with her blood on the wall behind her is "so what?"]]​

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