Down the Rabbit Hole...

[Panther385]

((Note: As you guys know, I haven't been around in a while, so please excuse my rusty skillz. I'd like to use this for a bit of character development for a comic, yadda yadda, pretaining to stuff that'll happen in, like, a year or two. Who knows. ANYWAY. To ze rp~ ))

The Carnival had finally come to Psychotopia.

Previous troupes had strayed from visiting the territory of the God of Insanity; fearing that they could be the next victims of a Cabbage Storm, or even a Mutant Chicken's range.

But these people dared.

A group of around forty, these visitors looked as if they had been born here themselves. Things with horns, scales, fur, insectoid eyes, lapine ears... They all milled around the fairgrounds, setting up their tents and peddler's carts. They would be done by nightfall.

****

A slinking shadow- notably of feline origin -darted back and forth from a cheery, yellow-striped tent. The last time he weaseled in, he was carrying a large brown luggage case.

The cat was of anorexic weight, with an almost primate-like build. His arms were almost too long for his body, drooping down to his knees. A grin only worn by a shark graced his mug.

Opening the case behind some sort of wooden stage, he pulled out three marionettes.

"Alice says I have to use you..." He mumbled, holding a bipedal fox up to his face. "But I might not. Let's see how it goes, eh, Tobias?"

Placing 'Tobias' off to the side, he grabbed a green-suited sheep and a black-haired woman with wings.

****

The cat stepped behind the stage, letting the puppets drop down by their strings.

"Once upon a time," He said, a player piano starting up a lively background theme, "There were two lovers- The Sheep and Crow."

The puppets hugged comically.

"They were very happy until the day the Crow announced that she was pregnant."

The Sheep made a shocked expression, putting his hands on his face.

"So, to keep the secret, he killed her."

The Sheep made a slashing motion, and the Crow fell, soon dragged off stage by the cat.

The Sheep's strings were soon dropped, and too much surprise, it stood on its own.

"I apologize for my master's horrid storytelling. He's still young, you know."

It grinned.

"While his talents may be a joke, the following is not. You all have been chosen to be the participants in The Game, whether you like it or not. It's like a maze, but on much... larger scale."

It bowed, quickly scurrying off stage.

Its departure was quickly accompanied by a large rumble that shook the tents occupants, knocking some onto the floor.

If one looked through the open flaps, they would see that they were not in Blakcstar anymore.

The outer world resembled a field filled with ash-grey grass, several large windmills dotting the area.

If you looked yet again, in the distance, from all directions, there would be a wall. A voice, akin to the feline puppeteer’s, suddenly ripped the silence of the wasteland.

"So to bring this treatise to a final end,
And briefly to conclude all these secrets here,
Diligently look at, and attend to your figure,
Which contains in it all these secrets great and small,
And if you conceive it, both theoretically and practically,
By figures and colours, by scripture plain,
It wisely conceived, you may not work in vain.

This I leave you with. See if you can save yourself before the walls crush you- perhaps investigate one of the nearby windmills~?"

And with that, he was gone.





((Urgh, I suck on a new molecular level. xP ))

[KC11]

((Hurray! Sounds like someone else here plays American Mcgee's Alice!