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welcome to mayfield: day 4

[This carnival seems to be getting less and less maintained by the day. Your nerves aren't the only thing fallen apart: what were previously holes in the sky have expanded to cracks. What parts of the sky that haven't fallen into that strange, warping nothingness are full of brown smog-like clouds.
The carnival itself has become filthy, with trash and grease spots littered everywhere. The walls of the tents, wooden stands, and houses seem to be slightly melted, for lack of a better term. The holes of corrupted nothingness aren't confined to the sky anymore: pockets of nothing litter the carnival, shifting tears in the fabric of reality that hurt your eyes to look at.
A faint buzzing noise fills the air, making it difficult to concentrate. If you listen long enough, it starts to sound like voices. For your own sake, it's probably best not to listen to what they have to say.
You're also not alone here anymore, for those of you operating under the assumption that you ever really were. If you've been missing the friendly drones of Mayfield, fear no more, because scattered throughout the carnival are a few drone families seeing the sights, riding the rides and playing the games. Curiously, unlike the drones back home, these ones don't seem to notice you at all, acting as if you're not even there.
Also curiously: their features are warped nearly beyond recognition. Some are missing limbs or facial features; others appear to have had those features scrambled by Picasso's paintbrush, with mouths on their scalps or teeth on their fingers. Still other drones appear to be fused together at the wrist, or waist, or face. None of them seem to be any more aware of their deformity than they are of you.
...and yet, somehow, you can't shake the feeling that when you're not looking at them, they're looking at you.
New here? That's alright; your missing friends have had plenty of time to get acquainted, and they'll be happy to show you around. Just watch your step, because some of these old rides need some maintenance...]
OOC: If your character damages or affects the carnival or town in a noticeable and normally permanent way, please comment here.
GAMES
[All the classic games that you've enjoyed playing in Mayfield are still here, but it looks like someone upgraded the prizes! Instead of broken-down toys, brightly colored stuffed animals line the shelves, looking like they were just bought from the store. Even the jewelry's gone from cheap costume glass to what seems almost like genuine pearls and precious stones. They're a bit covered with grease and what looks like red stains, but hey, you get what you pay for.
Of course, with no drones running the stands, there's nothing to stop you from simply reaching out and taking the prize of your dreams. It's certainly better than whatever you might have won in the other carnival, right?
Just kidding! Cheaters never prosper, after all. Not only does reaching for a prize have a chance of vanishing your hand like yesterday, but those of you who stole one before will find that it's disappeared, along with a good chunk of whatever it happened to be touching. Let's hope you weren't already wearing that necklace.
There's one bright side, though. Those of you who won prizes by playing the games in Mayfield's carnival will find that they've been in your pocket all along, even if you distinctly remember misplacing or tossing them away. How lucky!]
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Oh, oh this is some fucked up shit. Place looks like fuckin' meltin' wax—
[He looks both disturbed and on edge. To say nothing of the malformed drones, or the grease and red stains everywhere—the patches of nothingness really worry him. Maybe he should double back and stay at the Church, but ...]
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[ Yes. All to get a good look at that red stuff on the necklace. ]