Song: John Michael Howell - Carnival Credit to @KINGBoB45729 for the song export Press the green flag at the end if you want to hear it again because then it isn't in time anymore This is going to be a Clownpierce and Branzy Click the heart if you want a part 2! Player (Concept) Nickname Role/Vibe Clownpierce The Joker: One of the maniacal architects of the Carnival. Branzy Craft The Phantom: The other, more elusive, mastermind builder. Ashswagg-The Enforcer: A competitive and aggressive participant. Rekrap2-The Speedster:cKnown for quick thinking and parkour skills. SB737-The Aviator: The strategic survivor, often airborne. Hannahxxrose-The Duelist: A formidable fighter with excellent PvP skills. Mapicc-The Warlord: A powerful force, prepared for conflict. PrinceZam-The Royal: A well-known figure, likely targeted first. SpokeIsHere-The Wanderer: The observant, somewhat detached participant. TheTerrain-The Architect: The logical mind trying to figure out the traps. Vort3xDragon-The Dragon: Fierce and unpredictable in battle. Jojosolos-The Strategist: Analytical and focused on long-term survival. Pangi-The Ghost: Quick, stealthy, and hard to track down.
~Mini Fanfic~ The Carnage Carnival: Grand Opening The air was thick with a sickly sweet scent of cotton candy mixed with ozone and gunpowder. A massive, garishly painted sign hung crookedly over a gaping mouth carved into the hillside: THE CARNAGE CARNIVAL. Below it, stood the two proprietors, both grinning wide enough to steal sunshine. The Joker, in his signature checkered mask, waved a long, sparking stick. "Welcome, welcome, victims and volunteers! Step right up! You've all been cordially invited to a life-changing (or perhaps, life-ending) experience!" Beside him, The Phantom, cloaked in shifting violet hues, simply chuckled, a sound like glass fracturing. "Enjoy your stay. We promise, this won't hurt... much."? The crowd of invited players paused, a mix of apprehension and competitive excitement bubbling up. The Enforcer stepped forward first, a blade already drawn. "Let's get this over with. Whoever kills the most gets the biggest prize, right?" His aggressive stance was immediately mirrored by The Warlord, whose heavy armor clinked, ready for conflict. Suddenly, a tripwire was tripped by an unseen force, and a volley of tipped arrows shot out from the mouth of the entrance sign. The Architect yelped, quickly dropping a shield to block the barrage, his face already set in a calculating scowl. "Predictable, yet effective." The Speedster didn't even stop, weaving through the projectiles in a blur, clearing the entrance and already vaulting over a nearby popcorn stand. "Too slow, boys!" he called back. The Duelist, cool and collected, deflected the arrows with her axe, each movement precise and economical Inside the carnival grounds, the attractions were twisted parodies of fun. The main centerpiece was the "Heart-Go-Round" a rapidly spinning platform with iron bars closing in, forcing anyone on it toward a central pit of magma. The Royal and The Strategist found themselves trapped near this deadly ride. "We need to find the lever," The Strategist said, eyes darting around the mechanisms, already ignoring the panic of others. "It won't be in the open. They want us focused on the danger, not the escape." "I don't care about the lever," The Royal retorted, raising a trident. "I care about anyone who gets in my way." As they argued, The Aviator soared silently overhead, utilizing his elytra to glide across the lethal landscape, observing the traps below. He spotted The Ghost, who was using the shadows beneath the stalls to move unnoticed toward the control booth of the Heart-Go-Round. Meanwhile, the main path had become a bottleneck. A massive, rigged sledgehammer game, designed for 'Strength Testing,' exploded, covering the surrounding area in a blinding cloud of smoke and stinging glass. The Dragon roared in frustration as the blast pushed them into a neighboring "Whack-a-Mole" game, which now spewed dangerous, exploding moles. The Wanderer sat calmly on a dilapidated bench, seemingly untouched by the chaos, watching the frenzy with an unnerving, neutral expression. He was waiting for everyone else to thin the herd. The Joker cackled over the server-wide chat. “Ah, the sweet music of mayhem! Don't forget, folks: every heart is a point! Enjoy the show!” The Carnage Carnival had begun, and the participants were already scattered, forced to choose between trust, flight, and immediate, deadly confrontation.
