Welcome to
the show, the traveling ghetto. Years of breathing the
soulsof
rotted minds has created a bad case of "Ghetto Insanity." As
youwalk
the streets, stared at as if you were a freak show, less than
human,an ogre walking the streets paved with gold, you'll begin to
understand. If those of the ghetto are nothing more than carnival
exhibits to the upper class, then let's give them the show they
deserve! No more hearing of this show because it can now be
witnessed in yourown
front yard. A traveling mass of carnage. The same
carnagewitnessed
on a daily basis in the ghetto can be yours to witness,
feel,and
suffer through. No longer killing one another, but killing those
whoheartlessly
ignored our relentless pleas for help. Like a hurricane leaving a
trail of destruction....the Carnival Of Carnage may be visiting
you...
Who's
Guilty???
The day has
come...the time of reckoning. Who will perish in dreaded hell and
who's soul will be content within the pleasures of heaven? Looking
past the words spoken with a wicked tongue and the evil deeds done
within one's life..looking into the consciousness of man. What is
the real evil that seems to plague mankind? Who are the real
demons that walk this earth? Is it those whose minds have become
devious because of a lifetime spent trapped in a caged hell, or is
it those who invented this caged hell years ago and have done
nothing to help destroy it? Who's guilty? Frankenstein, or the
doctor who created it? The sword, or the man who has slain with
it? Which is the real evil -- the man who kills another for food,
or the man who does not share his food to prevent the killing?
While you sit in judgment of a criminal, you may very well be the
one who's guilty of greed, deception, and hatred. Those who are
rejected at the gates of heaven shall be dragged off into the pits
of hell -- viciously torn from this life by the non-living, the
phantoms of the dead. These beasts take the form of a demented
carnival, that of a wicked, dark circus, led by one.One who was
created by your own evil ways..one who will judge your very
fate..one known only as...the Ringmaster!
Time flows
like a dark horde, consuming all in its path. Man lives his life
in the blink of an eye. Just as day becomes night, all life fades
into death. In death, each person will be judged for his deeds
performed while alive. There are the few who walk the path of
greed, their souls host to demons. Time slows near each person's
end, as those whose deeds were evil grasp onto life as long as
they can. Though they don't know what awaits them in the
afterlife, they do know for them it is a horror beyond words. Time
stops in this world, as the heart becomes still and the soul
leaves the body. Time is eternal and even in death it is but a new
beginning. For you see, when you step into death, your soul steps
upon the floor of a dark chamber and you look to see it empty,
except for a strange looking box on an old wooden table. On the
front of the box, you will see a question mark faded with time and
a twisted crank handle on its side. As you turn the handle, a
sharp melodic tune will fill the air with a deafening noise of
terror. The surprise comes when the music stops and the top of the
box pops open and its contents are revealed. For the few, they
will see a vision of God granting them eternal peace, with a wash
of golden light warming their soul. The rest will see an image of
hell, spawned and formed from their own evil; a reflection of
their soul with fog seeping from the box, stripping their sanity.
What will be in store for you is the mystery, but if you take a
look within yourself, you will find the answer. For now, you still
have time to change the outcome of the mighty Riddle
Box.
From deep
within the Netherworld of shadow walkers comes yet another exhibit
of the Dark Carnival. He is the master of the art of using magic
without magic... He is a Necromancer... the craft of using magic
through the dead. Dead meaning both physically and mentally. This
spectacle shall be witnessed only by those who are meant to see
it. Look deep inside of your soul and ask yourself... Do you hold
a ticket to witness the show? The answer lies within yourself. He
is the fourth to rise. He feeds upon one's own greed. He is
powered by one's own jealousy, lust, and temptation. To envision
yourself with something that rightfully does not belong to you...
that is the illusion cast by him. To act upon this vision and seek
it out at the expense of another... that is the magic cast by him.
Continuous dreamers of profit at the cost of another are pledged
and haunted by his wizardry. Others are content and satisfied with
what they can achieve by themselves and have not the urge to
tamper with another's well being for quick gain. They see him only
as a hoax and see no illusions or magic by he. It is simple... He
is you. His illusions are your evil thoughts. Your evil acts are
his magic - yesterday., now, and forever. You are he and the
fourth to rise... You and he are the master of Necromancy... You
are the dead and him the magic.Together,
you and he are The Great Milenko.
Emerging
from the Dark Carnival like phantom smoke drifting into the minds
of men, they are the Amazing Jeckel Brothers. A chaotic duo of
juggling masters, Jack "the sinister" and Jake "the just" juggle
the sins of mortal men. The price of admission to their show is a
mere human soul. When death creeps 'round and life decays, the
departed spirit will begin its journey. A vision of a candle will
begin to form like a distant dream with billowing smoke rising
from its eternal flame. In this thick haze the deceased will begin
to see an image of Jake and Jack Jeckel juggling red balls between
themselves. Each ball soaked in fresh blood and pulsating like an
erratic living heart. For every sin committed in a mortal's life
another ball is added to their unearthly performance and the
harder it becomes. The deceased will witness sinister Jack
throwing Jake curves in a vile attempt to see a ball drop. For if
they should fumble in their act, a pit of infinite evil shall open
beneath the feet of the viewer and cast the soul into an eternity
of pain and suffering. Success on the other hand, opens the gates
of Shanger-La and grants one ascension into pure enlightenment and
peace. Jack and Jake Jeckel rest in all of us for they are they
very fabric of our being conscience and soul. There is no escape
from their Juggling act because there is no way to escape from
ourselves. Only in death will we realize this as we twist and spin
to the other sid
