COMMENT OR DIE

🔥 COLD OPEN – “THE FIRE SIGNAL”

The screen glitches — static takes over.

Then we hear it:

“Welcome back…
…to where it all began.”

We zoom into the Headmaster’s domain — a cathedral of servers, surveillance monitors, and burning screens that leak blood-red code.
He’s seated in a throne made of broken influencer phones and golden comment buttons.
His eyes glow like hacked satellites.

He smirks.

“They think they’re saving the world with clout and swords?
Let’s burn their followers into submission.”

⚡ ACT ONE – MAZERATI ENTERS THE MAW

Mazerati Brown walks through a hacked portal, unaware the Headmaster has converted his own childhood videos into booby-trapped surveillance files.

As Mazerati opens one:

— FLASHBACK:
A moment of trauma.
Him in a classroom, teachers laughing at his jokes but telling him he’ll never be more than a clown.
The tape rewinds and replays over and over.

He screams.

“You ain’t trapping me in my trauma!
I run algorithms now.”

His aura ignites.
T’zporah appears through divine teleportation, holding a burning scroll.

“That pain was a spell.
Let’s reverse it with fire.”

💀 ACT TWO – THE HELLFIRE TRAP

Inside the cathedral of code, influencers Mazerati once followed are now chained to comment rings — their bodies glitching, eyes replaced with viral hashtags.

Each failed to “COMMENT” when it mattered.

“You only watched.
You never spoke truth.”

The Headmaster’s voice rains from the ceiling:

“Welcome to the graveyard of silent supporters.”

Suddenly, the walls erupt — spewing Hellfire Trolls:
Blackened creatures made of toxic tweets, shade posts, and gaslighting replies.

They attack with razor-sharp clapbacks and claws made from recycled hate.

T’zporah sings in Hebrew, unleashing holy codes that disarm them.
But one lands a strike across Mazerati’s chest.

His blood spells out:
“Truth bleeds louder than lies.”

⚔️ ACT THREE – THE SHOWDOWN

The Headmaster finally appears in the flesh.
He’s tall, dapper, covered in diamonds made from sacrificed fan loyalty.
He wields a weapon called THE VIRALIZER — a gun that turns anyone into clickbait.

“This world only loves a hero after he’s dead.
Let me help you with that.”

Mazerati flips over a comment table, dodges the blast, and yells:

“YOU’RE THE REAL VIRUS!
Let’s end your subscription.”

They fight.
Fist to glitch.
Fire to flashback.
Mazerati punches him through a comment wall, exposing deleted truths — memories of the Headmaster betraying real creators for money.

T’zporah calls down spiritual thunder.
It strikes the Headmaster mid-lie.

He screams.