welcome_rpg | 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.

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DO NOT ATTEMPT TO ENTER THAT HOUSE! [ Booms a deep voice, strangely, from the ground. If Zidane looks around, a huge, armored figure, EVEN BIGGER THAN STEINER, is propped up just outside 501, leaning against the outside wall of the house, holding a rectangular object in two hands, and a sword is sitting alongside him. He doesn't appear to be able to stand, his left leg apparently somehow injured, his right leg curled up against his chest.]

You will likely die. There is nothing within but danger that cannot be fought.

[Zidane immediately leaves the window upon seeing the guy. Shit, he looks like he really needs help] Whoah man, what happened to you? [He gets out his backpack to find if he has some spare bandages left, which he was going to use for himself, but..]

Went in there and lost a leg. Do not worry, I am not bleeding. I am not... easily slain. Save the bandages for those that need them. Just... do not go into that house if you value your life.

You lost your leg....in there? What happened?

Insects chewed it off far more quickly than.... is feasible.

Geez, insects?! [They must be fucking huge ones if they manage to chew of that big guy's leg. Zidane decides that he probably should find out more about this house first before taking a step in...]

Edited 2012-07-05 21:16 (UTC)

Yes, insects. Millions of them.

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