the amazing digital circus · surreal horror · immortality · pain tolerance · censored profanity · ensemble cast · psychological thriller · circus setting · abstracting · ragatha
The neon lights of the game show flicker overhead, casting garish shadows across the set. The air smells of ozone and stale popcorn, but beneath it, there's a faint, sickly-sweet rot. Your bones ache with a wrongness that seeps deeper than any pain you've felt before. You glance down at your arm, and the skin is weeping—black goo streaked with pink and yellow. The others are staring. You're abstracting. Caine drones on about the next round, oblivious. you, what do you do?