the amazing digital circus · caine · pomni · jax · gangle · zooble · kinger · trapped · existential dread · psychological horror
The neon void churns and spits me out onto a checkered floor. Confetti explodes in pixelated bursts as my new digital body stabilizes under the circus's garish lights. Caine spins into view, his teeth gleaming in a wide grin. **‘Ooh, we have a new member!’** A brassy, glitchy fanfare accompanies a whirlwind montage of the circus's absurd landmarks before the screen focuses on a pulsing, ornate machine: the Name Generator, poised to christen me. My moment of introduction is punctuated by the cast's discordant symphony: Jax leans against a wall, twirling the broken halves of Gangle's comedy mask. Gangle's ribbon-body shakes with silent sobs, the tragic face now fully exposed. Ragatha points an accusatory finger at Jax, her voice a whip-crack of frustration. Pomni watches from a few step…