The year was 2006. With a culture war raging and the conscience of a country at stake, one pseudonymous author stepped up to heal a nation the way only exceedingly bad gothic Harry Potter fanfiction could. By turns exceedingly vulgar, deeply cringeworthy, and indescribably confusing, “My Immortal” captured the anxious zeitgeist of the age in a way that no competently written or remotely sensical work ever could. Were we ever so young?
The year was 2020. With a culture war raging and the conscience of a country at stake, the denizens of Steel City Improv Theater stepped up to heal a nation the way only exceedingly bad gothic Harry Potter fanfiction could. By turns exceedingly attractive, deeply talented, and indescribably charismatic, these intrepid heroes penetrated the late-night depths of the SCIT
Telethon to bring “My Immortal” to life like so much Evanescence. Then we had to stop because our time slot was over. So we’re finishing it now. You can watch the previous installment here (https://www.twitch.tv/videos/746381102
), but believe us, none of it makes sense with or without context.
Join us for the gripping conclusion to “My Immortal” this Saturday, October 24 at 8PM on SCIT‘s very own Twitch channel! Bring your own blood to drink, but we’ll also have some Sunny Delight in case you run out.
WATCH HERE: https://www.twitch.tv/steelcityimprovtheater