"Once upon a forest, dark and grim…
Where shadows, witches, and beast lurk in.
The winds a way, so faint so thin-
Few who walk it return again…"
"They say there’s a carnival hidden deep,
A place where mortals dare not creep.
A game of laughter, masks, and play
Where none who enter leave the same way."
"Will you come in and toss the dice?
Lose yourself to the gambler’s vice?
The odds are fair, the stake so grand!
Well.. So says the witch who deals the hand…"
Out in the woods, there’s a carnival that wanders and drifts from town to town, from city to city, countryside to countryside, and from victim to victim. Those who enter are granted ten golden chips. Those chips: their humanity. They may use those chips for whatever they want: games, rides, attractions, or just surrender
Some of the attractions are just mindless entertainments; left to numb and dumb a frail mind into accepting the changes that would wash over them. Others, well the greater of the fools - those who work at this damned camp - decide to put stakes on some of the games.
It’s always night at the carnival. The only light to filter down to the narrow alleys and galleys between tents is that of the pale moon; ever glowing and ever watching.
Will you take the risk and