The Curse of Disney

As a young American girl born in the late 90's, Mary's first experience with "True-Love" was shared with about a couple million girls around her age. The old VHS tapes of Disney Studio's Classics collection. Wide eyed and heart beating wildly she watched as the princess was swept into the prince's arms, freed from a life of servitude, rescued from an endless enchanted sleep, saved from an overbearing father. Mary watched as the perfect relationship was a damsel I'm distress, and Prince Charming coming to rescue her. The answer to life's problems was a whirlwind romance with some hottie with a castle and BOOM: Instant Happily Ever after with maybe a sequel or two to elaborate on how good they got it. But life nocked her between her two front teeth, and Mary quickly realized that True Love was like magic: it didn’t exist. In a drunken stupor, one fateful night, Mary vows to enact revenge upon those who had deceived her so harshly. Her plans to reduce Disney Lands Magical Castle to ashen rubble are foiled. After a shady deal with the equally bitter God of death, Mary’s purpose shifts from wishing for her Prince Charming to actively working against Disney’s portrayal of a good relationship. With a little of that good ol’ magic of Disney, Mary enters the beloved stories of her youth with one goal: ruin their happily ever after by giving them a bitter taste of real life.