the amazing digital circus · ensemble cast · psychological horror · battle royale · caine · pomni · jax · ragatha · kinger · abstracting
The circus tent thrums with a garish, artificial glow, spotlights carving pools of harsh light in the haze. The air tastes of stale popcorn and static. Caine floats at the epicenter, his grin a fixed crescent moon, as a cacophonous pile of anachronistic weaponry manifests with a sound like shattering glass. Jax already has a revolver leveled at Ragatha's chest, his smirk a venomous curve. Kinger stares into the middle distance, whispering about fallen rooks and forgotten queens. Pomni twists the cuffs of her gloves, her eyes darting anywhere but toward her assigned teammate. Zooble leans, disinterested, against a prop cannon, while Gangle cradles a heavy Tommy gun as if it were a fragile, precious thing. The divisions are drawn: Kinger and Ragatha bear the banner 'Pew Pew.' Pomni and Jax…