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"I'll show you some rules," I snarled at the sadistic clown. I began to step forward, with every intention of kicking his juggling balls right up into his throat. The crazed gleam in his eyes sent me walking backwards to half-hide behind the cutie-patootie.

The Clown laughed again and then looke- no glared, at Adam, "Watch your attitude, kid, or you'll be the first to lose. Here are the rules, anything goes, you win, you live, you lose, I torture and eventually kill you." he siad. The games will continue untill I decide to end it and all of you have to play atleast one game." The clown grinned as if this would be the best night ever, "Oh! I almost forgot, you can call me... Harold. The games will begin in just a few minutes folks!" mist enveloped the entire Carnival and Harold and the other clowns were gone.

I looked over to the others, "Now what?!"

"I'm better with things like bat's or polls..." i said, if I hadn't been in current circumstances, i'd of laughed at my statment. But I didn't I as too scared to.

"Well, I'm pretty good and hand-to-hand....." I blushed, no one really thought of me as the type of person who was able to do that. Most of her friends thought of her as the....girly girl type that worried about her nails all of the time.

"I can do that....and I'm fairly decent with a staff...." I walked over to one of the tents and ripped out one of the support beams. It toppled over like a stack of cards. "This should do." I smiled, holding the sturdy piece of wood in my hands like a present.

I snorted and muttered "You're not the only one." The smaller knife felt comforting in my hand, even though I'd never really used a blade in self-defense before. But a guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do, and if that happened to be eviscerating some facepainted horrors, so be it.

"Don't know but I think a ******** up game is about to start." Spinning my Knife slowly in one hand I waited for something to happen. My every sense was strained to the max. I wanted out. I wanted these three people out with me. This b*****d is going to get it the moment I get close to him. "I'm going to plant his a** deep in the ground and grow a ******** flower bed on it."

Grasping Cassandra's free shoulder. "Don't worry about dying. We won't die or let the sick perv do anything to us. Personally the moment he puts his ugly mug in view, I'm chucking something at it." I kept my knife at the ready.

I smiled looking at Mark and took the weapon he handed me, "My name is Tammy, Thanks" I said and looked around, "we should start moving."

As the petrified group moved through the maze of dramatically colored tents, Harolds crazed laughter filled the Carnival once more, "Ready? Bet your not!!" He laughed some more, creating high amounts of anxiety and fear for the group. "It's time to play a game," he sang into the microphone, Ladies and Gentleman, please enter the Green and Yellow tent to your left!" As the group looked to their left, they indeed, saw a Neon green and yellow jacket Yellow stripped tent. They entered slowly and cautiously and were welcomed by teared pool (teared mean there is a high level with several other levels leading down to the bottom level, like movie theatre seats.) The row in the middle was empty, however, the other rows were filled with Mermaids made of plastic in many different colors. There were attatched to pullys which clowns on the other side had controll of, all grinning.
"Now Kiddies, we are going to play a game i like to call, 'Water Race for Life'. Catchy ain't it?" Harold asked, winkling up his nose as he revealed himself via spotlight on the bleachers. "Now now, choose your best swimmer and let's get going!"

(((Anything in green is like a story, It will occasionaly control your characters but never anything drastic, never kill you off, never anythiing much more than what I did above. I should have mentioned that earlier >.<
As an example of what the green letters/ story will be doing to your characters, I'm going to make my charcter do the first game, that way you know what I will be doing, I will never kill your character off unless previously discussed with me.
Also, part of the point of this is to be getting injured, but NOT dying, so be open to wounds. )))


"I think I should do it," I said, i was shaking, cold? fear? adrenaline? Yes. "I've been on the swim team at my school the last four years and stood out as the star swimmer. I can do this."