Post by Mammon on Sept 17, 2017 16:02:19 GMT
| Amusing As Hell |
Mammon's PL: 146,860 Mammon's current PL: 146,860
GAIN BONUSES: 70x GRAV CHAMBER + AL PL MULTIPLIERS: N/A
'CRACK', 'Crack', 'crack' goes the snarl of the whip, rearing up like the head of a snake before being brought down with thunderous applause, the scene played out like this. There stood a man with a long blacktopped hat in a suit of fine red, with gold trimmings that seemed to draw the eyes like metal to a loadstone.
"Welcome to Hell's Delights, get your fortune told, test our might against your own, see us tame the wild beasts!"
"But most of all enjoy!"
He had spent what was it, an hour, a day, a week, maybe a month? Time escaped him here, the sky never changed the seasons never came, it could've been a hundred years or a minute and he would not be able to tell, 'my how time flies when we're having fun'. He had wandered through the blasted landscape of hell for a period of time he could only guess at, grey wastes stretched out before him and a length of footprints spanning off behind him into the horizon line.
He swayed, 'When was the last time I slept, not in many suns and moons' he raised one leg and put it in front of the other his boot's taking bites out of the ground with each step and repeating the action, leaving only the prints that he ever was, to be washed away with the next gust of wind. Fitting he thought darkly to himself. "Is that all you have hell! Is that, all." he couldn't even work up the energy to scream in defiance, he deflated and raised one shoe in front of the other.
He heard it as a tugging on the air, a slight break in the oppressive silence, the crackle of soft music could be heard and as he picked up speed following the sound like a dog to its master's call, he saw it spread out like, large tents with a thin wall around them lined the area blending obscene colours together if not seamlessly, disjointed enough to make it look interesting to look at. A line of spirits tumbled out of the gate making it look like some great lulling tongue.
'A carnival? I mean why would hell-' he had long since decided if hell made sense it was beyond him, it just was. 'Why the hell not'.
He steamrolled through the line, simply using his superior size and weight to barrel spirits out of his way as he moved closer and closer, he heard the sounds of screams, not the kind you hear in horror movies horse with fear, but the kind thready with excitement and sick with cheer. The large entrance and massive size of the rides dwarfed everything and cast a gaudy glow that sparkled with fairy lights turning off and on in bursts or patterns that started from one end and ran all the way to the other.
"Well ain't this enchanting." he said it like he was none too impressed, he squinted up at the rides his eye's clenching together as the light bounced off their metal surfaces and straight into his face, he looked away wondering to himself 'what the hell was powering them'.
He pressed forward into the carnival’s mass pressing forward shoving and being shoved. Except when he shoved he shoved, he pressed his hand against chest of a spirit and with the speed and force of a slow-moving train against a slower moving pigeon, like a bullet shot from a gun the deadman went flying knocked over a clump of puffballs with a 'THUD', He ran a hand through his hair slicking back the mop of hair between his horns, stepping out of the crowd.
He stood tall peaking over the crowd with a crowned head of ivory, his horns curving at their points. His pitch red eye's scanned the crowd as a butcher’s cleaver might scan a pig, cutting the crowd into segments. And he spied a prize, something no demon could turn down there strolled spirit. And therein its hands held aloft like a mighty sword was a lollipop, and like stealing candy from a baby he stole candy from a spirit, walking over to it and when its mother wasn't looking he plucked it from the child's hand and walked away to the fanfare of cries. "I appreciate the small things." he said to himself taking a bite from the oversized lollipop 'crunch'.
He moved came to stop at a large red and white tent, the flaps were open and inviting with a crowd of pale luminescent spirits, he joined the throng settling to it as the flaps were closed and the place went dark, he waited a minute and then another and just as he was about to turn and leave a single spotlight fell into the centre of the room revealing a tall thin man, almost cartoonishly so, like his leg’s and arms were but sticks and they couldn’t possibly support his weight. He sported a red and white suit like the tent they were in, with a large topped hat that lent weight to his already impressive size. ‘That’s a big bastard’
“Ladies and gentleman, welcome to hell’s carnival. You’ve all been invited to attend one of the greatest shows in life and in death.”
What happened next past over him, a number of figures joined the tall man and began to perform acts, juggling tossing brightly coloured balls before another man in pale white makeup with a red nose rolling a barrel, he jumped on top balanced various objects of varying sizes. He fell, intentionally, people laughed and clapped and he was swiftly replaced by three small figures who did handstands, tumbles, and various other tricks that require deft movement and skill.
But, what happened next didn’t pass him over. The tall man raised two hands and began patting at the air quieting the ground, getting them to a controllable volume. “I will now tame the most dangerous of beasts.” he produced a whip and cracked it a few times, 'CRACK', 'Crack', 'crack' goes the snarl of the whip. “Now let me call it.” and he pointed out over the crowd and to him, Mammon. The crowd parted and he stepped forward, called out by the outstretched hand of the tall man. “This is a demon.” the crowd ‘ooooed’ and Mammon frowned if he expected him to do any tricks he’d shove that whip where the sun don’t shine.
And that’s when a white-hot streak of fire lanced across his body, this bastard has whipped him, he was gonna- and he felt another hitting just above his temple and leaving a red line. “Do that again and I-” and it happened again, every second and every step he took towards this man the length of leather cracked and with it he hurt a little more.
He was about to throttle this man he started to spin, the last thing he remembered was falling to the ground and the ground closed in around him to embrace, ‘thud’. He woke the world still spinning, he was in a cage his hands clutching a bar in either of them and his face was in a snarl, people stared up at him like one of the lions at the zoo, he screamed and raged and pressed at his cage, they wouldn’t budge. He was a man, he was a demon, he was a beast and the world swam, he was doing tricks for the amusement of others, he loping in a cage, these flashes of vision crackled on his eye’s and he lived a hundred lifetimes each worse and more humiliating than the last. Darkness closed in on him, the final ray of light fading.
He woke up laying flat out on the ground, he slowly pushed himself up peeling his face from the dirt a bit of muddy dribble dangling from his open mouth, the carnival was gone and with it all the wonders and horrors. Another hallucination, maybe there was more torment than boredom in hell.
I’ve been given permission by Somatrope to use his Gravity Chamber, and have flavoured it during this thread.
