Title: Hell with a Justice Field
Setting: The gates of Hell, shrouded in fire and brimstone, shimmer with an unusual, otherworldly glow. Inside, chaos reigns as the Justice Field reshapes the very nature of eternal torment.
Scene 1: Arrival of the Woke Hipster
A new arrival appears at the gates of Hell. The Woke Hipster, clad in ethically sourced hemp clothing and carrying a notebook labelled "Eternal Grievances," surveys the inferno with a disapproving look.
Woke Hipster: (muttering) "Wow, this place is just so... problematic. I mean, where are the accessible pathways? And the flames? Fire can be incredibly triggering. This whole setup is a microaggression."
As the Woke Hipster steps forward, the Justice Field activates, causing the glowing aura to pulse rhythmically.
Satan: (appearing in a puff of sulphurous smoke) "Welcome, mortal. Or should I say... former mortal? You’ve entered Hell, the realm of eternal—"
Woke Hipster: (interrupting) "Oh, please. Can we talk about how your introduction reinforces outdated power structures? Why do you get to make the rules?"
Satan raises an eyebrow. The Justice Field hums. Suddenly, a glowing mirror appears in front of the Woke Hipster, reflecting their own stern expression back at them.
Mirror: "Why do you get to make the rules?"
Woke Hipster: (spluttering) "I’m not—that’s not what I meant!"
Justice Field: "Justice."
Scene 2: The Woke Hipster Takes Charge
The Woke Hipster storms into the midst of Hell’s chaos, waving their notebook and addressing a group of bewildered demons and damned souls.
Woke Hipster: "Excuse me, everyone! We need to establish some ground rules. First of all, this screaming and whipping? Completely unacceptable. And the lack of representation in your torment strategies is appalling. Where are the gender-neutral torments? The culturally sensitive punishments?"
A demon raises a clawed hand.
Demon: "What would you suggest?"
Woke Hipster: "For starters, we could have a council to ensure equitable suffering!"
The Justice Field hums. Suddenly, a committee table materialises, with the Woke Hipster seated at the head. A stack of endless paperwork appears in front of them.
Woke Hipster: (confused) "What is this?"
Justice Field: "Council work."
Woke Hipster: (flipping through forms) "But this is... bureaucratic! It’s stifling my creativity!"
Scene 3: The Woke Hipster Confronts Hypocrisy
Determined to regain control, the Woke Hipster confronts a demon attempting to torment a soul.
Woke Hipster: "You there! Don’t you think forcing someone to push a boulder uphill reinforces toxic power dynamics? You should consider their—"
The Justice Field activates. The Woke Hipster suddenly finds themselves rolling a boulder uphill, sweating profusely.
Woke Hipster: (panting) "Okay, this... this is just performative justice!"
*A glowing sign appears above them, reading: "Action Speaks Louder Than Words."
Scene 4: The Ultimate Correction
As the Woke Hipster continues their crusade, they grow increasingly flustered. Each lecture triggers a new, ironic reflection of their principles. They criticise Hell for its lack of eco-friendly practices, only to be buried under a mountain of flaming recyclable waste. They demand safe spaces, only to find themselves trapped in a bubble labelled "Echo Chamber."
Woke Hipster: (banging on the bubble) "This isn’t what I meant! You’re taking everything out of context!"
The bubble reflects their own complaints back at them in increasingly ridiculous tones.
Woke Hipster: "I’m being silenced! I demand—"
Bubble: "I’m being silenced! I demand—"
Justice Field: "Justice."
Final Scene: Reflection in Silence
The Woke Hipster sits inside their reflective bubble, forced to confront their own endless corrections. As they gesture furiously, each motion reverberates back, turning their once-sharp critiques into an echo chamber of self-inflicted irony.
From a distance, Satan observes, shaking his head.
Satan: (to himself) "I don’t even need to lift a finger. The Justice Field does all the work."
He chuckles as the scene fades, leaving the Woke Hipster trapped in their bubble, endlessly correcting themselves.
