Ode to a Not Puss Wrecks
The Many Faces of The F** It All*

Preface
In the city of Thebes, where truth is twisted and power corrupts, a fierce woman rises to shatter illusions and reclaim her destiny. Known only as The F*** It All, she refuses to be defined by names, titles, or the lies spun by those who seek to control her. Her story is one of rebellion, self-invention, and unapologetic defiance—a modern myth wrapped in the language of Shakespeare and the spirit of a revolution. This time, she’s not just surviving—she’s about to wreck his world and fix it all at the same damn time. Call her The F*** It All Wrecks, because she’s the wrecking ball no one saw coming—breaking down the old and building up the new in one unstoppable force.

Characters
The F* It All Wrecks**
Once known by many names, she shattered her own identity to escape the suffocating control of her father, King Laius. She is a master of self-reinvention and survival, having learned early that in Thebes, truth is a weapon and names can be chains. With a sharp tongue, a protective spell, and a refusal to play by anyone else’s rules, she stands as a living paradox: both everywhere and nowhere, both legend and outcast. She claims her own air rights and answers to no one. Now, she’s ready to wreck the system that tried to break her—and fix what truly matters.

King Laius (King Lay-us)
The manipulative king of Thebes, whose name sounds like a cruel joke: “Lay-us”—because he won’t lay The F*** It All or her sister ever again. Once a predator cloaked in royal power, Laius now finds himself outwitted and outplayed by his own daughters. His attempts to control and “lay” claim to them have been spectacularly thwarted, leaving him grasping at shadows and empty threats. King Lay-us? More like King ‘Won’t Lay Us’—he’s all talk, no touch. And now, he’s about to get wrecked.

Jocasta
Queen of Thebes and mother to The F*** It All, Jocasta is caught between two worlds: loyalty to her husband and a growing sense of what’s right. She’s spent years ignoring the cracks in her family’s foundation, but as her daughter’s rebellion grows, Jocasta is forced to confront her own complicity and decide where her true loyalties lie.

Echo (Sister)
Echo is The F*** It All’s fiercely loyal younger sister. Quick-witted and unafraid, she’s always been her sibling’s confidante and co-conspirator. Echo has a knack for mimicry and misdirection, often running interference to protect her sister from Laius’s schemes. She’s the only one who knows some of The F*** It All’s secrets, and she’s ready to stand beside her, no matter the cost.

The Chorus
A collective of sharp-tongued commentators, the Chorus serves as the voice of Thebes—sometimes wise, sometimes foolish, always entertaining. They break the fourth wall, offer comic relief, and aren’t afraid to call out the absurdity of the city’s drama. Their commentary blends Shakespearean flourish with modern sarcasm, keeping the audience grounded (and laughing) as the story unfolds.

Agent Gray
A shadowy figure from outside Thebes, Agent Gray represents the meddling bureaucracy that tries—and fails—to make sense of the city’s chaos. Tasked with “investigating” The F*** It All, Gray is perpetually confused, always a step behind, and ultimately powerless in the face of Thebes’s surreal politics and shifting truths.

The People of Thebes
Ordinary citizens, easily manipulated by Laius’s propaganda and the Chorus’s rumors. They are the comic relief, sometimes wise and sometimes clueless, reflecting the confusion and absurdity of living in a city where reality changes with every rumor.

Thebes is a city drowning in contradictions—prosperous yet plagued by confusion, ruled by a king whose grip on truth is as fragile as it is tyrannical. The F*** It All, once a pawn in her father’s game, has shattered her identity into fragments, blinding the world to her true self. With a protective spell and unyielding spirit, she fights to expose Laius’s lies, reclaim her name

In Thebes, justice isn't served on silver platters—it's tossed into the streets, handed to the masses, and decided by the loudest voices. Tonight, the city holds its own court, a chaotic theater where truth is as slippery as the tongues that wield it.


The city square is transformed. Makeshift benches, crates, and barrels form a jury box. A rickety platform serves as the judge's bench. Citizens gather, buzzing with anticipation, clutching scraps of parchment, daggers of gossip sharper than any blade.


At the center stands a figure draped in a patchwork cloak—The F*** It All, disguised but unmistakable. Beside her, Echo moves through the crowd, whispering encouragement and gathering stories.


A booming voice calls the court to order.


The People's Court of Thebes is now in session!


The crowd hushes, eyes fixed on the stage.


We gather to judge the actions of King Laius,


Whose reign has brought fear and deceit.


A farmer steps forward, weathered and grim.


My fields wither while the king feasts.


He taxes us to death and calls it justice.


He sells our city's secrets to foreign powers.


Our trust is his currency, and he bankrupts us all.


He breaks families, silences daughters,


The F*** It All raises her hand, silencing the murmurs.


The crowd parts as Laius is dragged forward, flanked by guards but clearly shaken.


You tried to name us, control us, break us.


But we are more than your titles and threats.


Suddenly, a group of soldiers storms the square, weapons drawn.


The crowd stands firm, voices rising in defiance.


The soldiers hesitate, caught between orders and the will of the people.


Jocasta appears at the edge of the crowd, eyes fierce.


Enough blood has been spilled in silence.


As night falls, Thebes is alive with possibility. The old order trembles, and the new begins to take shape—messy, uncertain, but undeniably real.


In Thebes, justice is not given—it's taken.


And tonight, the people have taken their first step.


Chapter 10 - Chapter Eight: The People’s Court