The Dream Before

So the "The Grotesque Carnivale and Menagerie" came to town today. It's basically a circus that acts like it never moved past the early 1900s.

Nobody ever takes their kids there, really. They get nightmares. And I don't really blame them, because that place is pretty darn freaky. Adding the adjective "Grotesque" is probably a damn good indicator of what you're in for.

Seriously, they have their own freak show and everything. They had some poor schmuck there that literally had bugs living underneath his skin, and some huge brute of a strongman. And let me tell you, they really over-used the smoke machine on the strongman, I could barely breathe!

I saw this little girl at the Carnivale or whatever. I don't think she has any parents or anything. I've seen her around all the time, actually...

Damn this town is a weird place.

More Residents

So I should probably talk more about the residents, huh? Well, there's my roommate. He's called "Aqualung" or something by this group he hangs out with, and he apparently knows a lot of stuff. People tend to forget things when they talk to him though.

There's also this boyfriend and girlfriend I see hanging around. The girl always wears white and wears some southern belle outfit, and the guy never wears shoes if he can help it. Whenever they're NOT together, something terrible happens to the people around them. For the guy, it always turns out peachy-fucking-keen. I swear, a guy got gibbed near him once, and the poor sap's wallet practically jumped into his pocket!

And then there's the girl who runs the toy store. Apparently she carves all the toys there herself. Some think she even looks like wood, but I think that's just her skin tone.

And then there's the local religious leader. He has a way of getting people REALLY INTO his sermons. I mean, he's practically got his own cult set up!

I need to get some rest though. I have work tomorrow and such.

Keep on reading, everyone.

It's Sharkey's Day Today!

Hey everyone! I'm known as Sharkey, and this is where I write down ANCIENT COSMIC SECREEEETSSSSS...

Aha, no, I'm BSing you. Besides, that's more my roommate's department. But I should probably tell more about myself...

I live in what's known as "Mythos City", a veritable land-cape of freaks of all size and shape. For example, there's a florist down the street who keeps an eyeball collection, and the town's only lawyer seems to have something going on that renders his face incapable of view.

Honestly, things have a 50/50 chance of being supernatural or just plain weird.

I figure I might as well use my blog to gripe about everything to do with my hometown, so stay tuned.