The Zone is an
ethereal state of mind that propels you from mortal man to super human, to godlike status. Performance, whether physical or technically challenging, is elevated effortlessly beyond your normal level. You feel no pain within your body and your reactions and balance become unhumanly
fast. Things that were
difficult previously become effortlessly easy. Failure does not even enter your mind and does not even seem possible. You soar with the angels and ride, tall and proud beside the god Helios, upon a golden winged chariot. You have become a god among mortal men.
Unfortunately the Zone is an ephemeral place and in the
way that you unknowingly entered the Zone (you just arrive, you
don’t know quite how), you are unceremoniously booted out of it. This usually involves collecting all the pain that you missed out on when in the Zone and dishing it out in one
big serving. Once you have left the Zone it is commonplace to try and fight your back into it, but this
never works and, in fact, generally speaking the zone gets further away the harder you
try to get to it.
Act
1: “In the Zone”
Dude 1: Yo dude, you were totally fucking sick out there. You are in the fucking zone, man. Give me some
skin.
{Translation: Greetings, good fellow. Your yonder performance was thoroughly splendid. You are
indeed performing better than the
norm. Let me congratulate you by shaking your hand}
Dude 2: Good man, I soar with the angels and ride, tall and proud beside the god Helios, upon a golden winged chariot. I speak not to mortal man.
{Translation: Fuck off,
loser}
Dude 1: You are such a fucking dick, fuck off
{Translation: You are such a fucking dick, fuck off}
Act 2: “Exit form Zone”
Dude 2: Fuck man, I think I have bust my back, I can’t move my fucking
legs. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Dude 1: Fuck you, asshole, where’s your fucking mate Helios now? Ha ha ha.
Dude 2: Get me a fucking medic, man!
Medic: Son, an
air ambulance is on its
way. I’m just going to give you some oxygen and a shot of morphine. Hang in there, son…