|G. M. Dark (illustratedman) wrote in wariscoming,|
@ 2012-07-31 12:25:00
|Entry tags:||mr. dark|
The Pandemonium Shadow Show!
Who: Everyone and anyone
What: Dark's Carnival! Opening day.
Where: The outskirts of Lawrence.
When: July 31st, 2012
Warnings | Status: TBD | on going | ic/ooc (feel free to leave ooc comments with your characters!)
All the meannesses we harbor, they borrow in redoubled spades. They're a billion times itchier for pain, sorrow, and sickness than the average man. We salt our lives with other people's sins. Our flesh to us tastes sweet. But the carnival doesn't care if it stinks by moonlight instead of sun, so long as it gorges on fear and pain. That's the fuel, the vapor that spins the carousel, the raw stuffs of terror, the excruciating agony of guilt, the scream from real or imagined wounds. The carnival sucks that gas, ignites it, and chugs along its way.
Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes