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A Tale of The Circus

A Tale of The Circus

Oh how thin the strings are tonight.
The contestants will surely die.
For when we get sober
And when the show is over

Their bodies will drip tonight.

The sun will come up- That's alright!
we'll burn with them with no fright.
For when we get sober
And when the show is over

Our bodies will burn tonight.

So the tightropes, oh the tightropes,
May they lay for more and more years
and when the grandmaster picks up the cane,
And the tent is put up again,

The show will go on tonight!

END

W.I.P-The Grandmaster

EXCERPT 1

The Grandmaster

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[OPEN] Log-42 

A Man in his 20s turned turned to a camera in a damp, concrete closet with unidentified
laughter around him. He was Pale and skinny, with a brown, damp beard.

"Is this thing on?"

He'd wait for a response, as if the webcam was listening.

"Good Good. What log is this? Oh yeah. 42.
I've found a way to end this loop.
He.. just sets it up over and over again like.
Like it's his job!"

He seems distressed now.

"Well of course it's his job.
He's the Grandmaster after all…
Anyways, As you know, each contestant has 5 lives.
I am on my 3rd, and my turn to go… on stage is soon.
But I can manipulate this!
They count lives in this control room in their circus.
Stacy is working on getting a howler key to access the halls that
lead to the room. Oh! Here she comes!"

A woman who looked as if she was 14 handed him a key with a wolf insignia,
and in roman numerals, "3"

"Thank you, sweetkins, Anyhow,
I'll get back to you when I reset my lives to 5!"

He'd put on a cap, which was damp, made of wolf fur, and had golden strings lining the hat, and run off.
The recording goes for 3 minutes and 26 seconds staring at the blank concrete wall, when a sudden howl
was heard, and a large crowd cheering. The tape goes on for an estimated 30 minutes, until the camera
battery dies. For which it goes for 6 more hours, until the laptop dies.

LOG END

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To Be made-Primier per nocte

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To Be made-The Portal

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