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t h a n k y o u .A bright Monday at the carnival. This doesn't happen regularly. Chiyo looked at the carnival and sits on the grass. She gazed at the morning sun, feeling warm and fuzzy. Suddenly, she remembers something. Tears rolled on her cheeks.
2 years ago.
It was silent, as always. The girl looked up and down, wandering where she is. "Atashi wa dare desuka? Nande watashi wa oboeta janai?" Said the girl to herself. Her voice echoed around the darkened, empty little room. The girl sighed. She can't remember anything except the fact that she was lonely now. Her body was chained into a pole, so she can't move even a little bit. "Sumimasen? Anata wa watashi o kikoeta no desuka?" Her voice gradually become weaker and weaker. "Excuse me? Where am I?" The girl asked again. Her voice was suggesting that she is exhausted asking to no one. Suddenly, a warm, fuzzy feeling lighted the room.
A light approached the girl. The girl looked at that light, feeling warm and happy.
chiyo : terror carnival appWhy hello there! Welcome to hell! It's so nice to have fresh victims for the show~! But before I get you working on the rides, I need to know a few things about you... First off....Who the hell are you and how did you find my carnival?
Huh..~? victims..~? you mean sacrificing ourselves..~? huh..~?
Olla , monsieur . My name is Chiyoiki Alice Victorique , but call me chiyo . my mother and father died 11 years ago , i don't remember their names . but i love them . i was locked in a room when i sleep for.. erm.. 10 years , i think..? then a girl like my age saves me . but i don't know who she is .
uh , i found your carnival when i was wandering across France .
Oh wonderful ~ You're going to make this whole process just so much more fun, aren't you? So tell me then... What makes you think you're f*@#ed up enough to join my family? In other words, why do you want to become a carnie here?
Hm , huh ? oh , f*@#ed up ? i don't understand . some of my old friends say i have a weird
ReflectionsVal's pursuit led him to the foul beast's domain. The hollowed-out cavern reeked of blood and rancid meat. The dim light he had seen as he charged through the tunnel after the monster could now be identified: torches. Rows of mysteriously lit torches lined the walls of the huge cave. At its center was a substantially large labyrinth of mirrors.
He spotted the beast entering.
He spun his silver broadsword in his hand and hurried in behind it.
His garb was a simple blue and white crusader's leather with thick armored pads and reinforcing steel studs. Lightweight and flexible, but quite effective defense against blunt blows and – in a pinch – the slashing claws of the unholy spawn of the earth. All monster-hunters wore a similar variety in Val's experience. It would serve him well in these close quarters of the mirrored maze.
Right, left, forward, left, right he turned, always catching a glimpse of the beast's tail as he wove his way through the corridors. Every so often he sp
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