You’ve heard the game FUCK MARY KILL? Where the room singles out three people and everyone has to declare who of the three they would fuck, who they would marry and who they would kill. A little tasteless and frat boy like, but it’s just a game, right? BUT…what if the players are forced to play the game out for real?
This is FUCK MARRY KILL
Where a trio of hungry young New York advertisers fresh off of...
You’ve heard the game FUCK MARY KILL? Where the room singles out three people and everyone has to declare who of the three they would fuck, who they would marry and who they would kill. A little tasteless and frat boy like, but it’s just a game, right? BUT…what if the players are forced to play the game out for real?
This is FUCK MARRY KILL
Where a trio of hungry young New York advertisers fresh off of scoring the largest contract of the company’s existence are given the chance to soar the top of the food chain. But the catch is only ONE can succeed and the other two will fail. A play where sex, race and class are all used as weapons in the cutthroat world of New York advertising. Who will come out on top?