welcome to mayfield: day 4

[mayfield_mods]

[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.

Comments

[suicidoll]

(For the moment, Kreutzer's attack softens, not firing with as much intensity to respond to the spider tank.)

I'm putting an end to this, Tachi. There's nothing here but meaningless death and suffering; it's all been a cunning lie to lure everyone into a false sense of security and pick away at us while we're vulnerable. There is no escape, no clues or true exit. I doubt there's even a real Richard Grey at this point; it's all lies...

[genkibot]

But destroying things randomly won't stop any of that! In fact, random destruction might harm innocent bystanders who might be walking by! I'm sure we'll find a way out if keep working at it. Even the worse of Mayfield's traps usually bring everyone back to the town proper eventually!

[suicidoll]

I'm trying not to hit bystanders...but it's good to know accidents won't be permanent.

(Trying is the keyword here. She hasn't had any complaints so far...)

It still has to be destroyed...

[genkibot]

That's not necessarily true! Destroying things like this is just wasting energy you could be using to try and find a way out!

[suicidoll]

There is no way out...none that will allow us to survive, at the least. We're not meant to survive here...

[genkibot]

Even if we're not meant to, that doesn't mean we can! We can and will escape! We just need to work together! Please, calm down!

[suicidoll]

It won't be that simple, Tachi...it's never that simple!

(She hurls a few more bullets at the Ferris Wheel, but suddenly stops and holds her hand close to her chest...at least she stopped shooting for now.)