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welcome_rpg2012-07-05 12:36 am
mayfield_mods) wrote in welcome_rpg2012-07-05 12:36 am
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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.
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[I mean, if we're going to ask why about this why not ask why about any of it? So far this town has put her through killing on command and a vigina full of teeth. Not to mention the occasional droning. Certainly being trapped in a crappy carnival with no food is the least awful it's ever been?]
I just wanted some god dammed food.
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[that noise was terrible! It was absolutely terrible and she grabbed her ears until it passed. When everything seemed to have returned to "normal" she looks up to see a…well she didn't know what it was. A void? It kind of looked like something from that crazy movie, the matrix or whatever. She turns back to her new found companion.]
You know what that thing is?
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No! I've never seen anything like this!
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[She's just staring at that thing, something about it is too unsettling. There is no way she's turning her back on it.]