The Cask of Amontillado
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- Exposition/Setting
- Rising Action w/ Internal conflict, POV 1st Person, & Verbal Irony
- The time has come, the biggest party of the year. All of my fellow colleagues will be here flaunting their wealth. But we all know who's the richest here, Montressor. I can't stand him, his kind should never be allowed to achieve what a white man can.
- Climax w/ situational irony
- Fortunato, thats my name. Means lucky and fortune, and we all know why. I am the richest man in all of our town, well I will be after tonight. After Montressor has a few drinks I'm going to invite him to my place, and that'll be the last time he'll ever see such wealth.
- Climax w/ Eternal Conflict
- The whole night I'd been watching that pig. There he is over by the table, taking his 4th drink. Hes walking over, this is the perfect time to start my plan to end his joyous days... Change of plans, he invited me to his place first, he has one of the most expensive wines and wants me to test if its real. How could I pass that opportunity up?
- Falling Action/ Resolution w/ verbal irony
- We reach his place and while walking me to his cellar he hands me glasses of his less expensive wines. The place is dark and gloomy, perfect place to execute this swine. Further and further we go, my legs begin to feel sluggish and heavy. I start crashing into walls and blacking out. Until I finally lost consciousness.
- I woke up in a dark room chained to the wall, nothing around. Then, Montressor appeared out of the dark with a butcher knife and pig head in hand. As he walked closer to me I screamed and pleaded for him to leave me be, but he just laughed manically in my face. He then proceeded to slit my chest open, and sew the pig head over mine.
- He then called out to me "Now look who's the pig after all these years of calling me out my name", while sealing me into the room. There wasn't even a sliver of light that peaked through the room, and I knew this is where it all ended. No one will know my story, nor will they ever find me. Shall we pour one out for my death, and may I eventually find peace.
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