Geek:

1. A person regarded as foolish or clumsy.

2. A person who is single-minded or accomplished in scientific or technical pursuits, but is felt to be socially inept.

3. A carnival performer whose show consists of bizarre and disgusting acts.

Your breath stinks from the foul things you’ve been eating and the rest of you stinks from not bathing in who knows when.

Your head hurts from the cheap moonshine you’ve been getting “paid” in.

Rubes often throw stuff at you and spit on you.

Most of the other Carnies find you utterly repulsive and avoid you, a couple of them just abuse you for various reasons.

On a good day, only the Pinheads come to your cell and taunt you with their gibbering laughs and mongoloid chatter.

You have absolutely no worth as a human being, you get no respect from others, and you have no respect for yourself…and why should you? You are the lowest form of life in Carney society. You’re not a real performer; what you do can’t really be considered a skill. You’re not even a real freak. At least a deformed freak can evoke an emotion of horror, or pity, or even admiration for overcoming their condition. You weren’t born “this way”. You chose to do this. All you evoke is disgust and revulsion. At best you’re laughed at and not in the good way like those pervert clowns you work with.

Fuck all that “Wildman of Borneo” shit that the Ringmaster tries to tell all the rubes. You’re little more than a bum with a “job”. A degrading job that involves you to debase yourself, all for the amusement and shock value of others, but hey it keeps a “roof” over your head and you pleasantly drunk enough to just barely forget how utterly pathetic your life is.

You are the GEEK.

You wake up to a bucket of piss being thrown in your face. Not the first time and certainly won’t be the last.

“You like the taste of that Geek? Get up Geek! The Ring Master wants to see you!” Charley orders then he throws the empty bucket at your head. The comical sound it makes hitting your skull and the pain it causes makes Charley laugh. Then he jabs you a couple times with his pointed stick.

Midgets can be so cruel…
> You go see the Ring Master
“Agh! Alright, alright! Stop poking me…what day is it?”
“Never mind all that geek! Get going you know how the Ring Master doesn’t like being kept waiting! Phew! You smell even more disgusting than usual! I guess that’s one way to keep Ajax from killing you, he’d probably vomit his guts out before he could lay a hand on you…then you could lick it up for the rubes! Ha ha! Move it Geek!”

Charley prods you with a sharp stick periodically on your way to the Ring Master’s trailer until you arrive at which point, Atlas stops the both of you.

“Stop! What business do the both of you have here?”
“Goddamnit you fuckin’ one eyed freak! We go through this all the fucking time and its getting REALLY old! You just saw me come out of the Ring Master’s trailer earlier today when he sent me to get the Geek, you know damn well what we’re both doing here!”

Ignoring Charley’s comments Atlas looks down at you and points.

“You may enter, but the Ring Master doesn’t need to see you again, so you may not.”
“Yeah, whatever enjoy the smell.” Charley says and mumbles something to himself while leaving the area.

You barely make it up the little steps to the trailer, but you do. You’re finally starting to gather your wits together; your head still hurts though and you’ve just realize you haven’t had a drink yet. What a terrible feeling. You open the door.

“Close the door, you’re letting all the sunlight in.” the Ring Master orders from behind his desk. She’s siting in his chair, but has her back turned to you.
“Uh you wanted to see me?”
“Of course…(Sniff sniff) you really haven’t been taking care of yourself. If anything you’ve become even more repulsive than when I first took you in. Remember that day?”
“Um, yeah I think…no, no I don’t. I mean kind of… I forget things.”
“I’m not surprised; you’re constantly drinking that swill Charley makes. I am surprised you haven’t gone blind yet though. Oh well what you insist on doing to yourself is of little concern to me, all I require is your obedience. You are thankful for all I have provided for you aren’t you?”
“Oh yeah. Sure I am.”
“You seem to be one of the few nowadays then. There are some though that are ungrateful for things I’ve done for them, they plan to betray me and everything this carnival stands for. They plan to change the natural order of things. Can you imagine what might happen to this carnival if I wasn’t here? What might happen to you?”

You attempt to think about this scenario, but instead you just stand there because you can’t really form anything in your mind because it hurts really bad, you’ve been sober too damn long, and it’s about to get even longer as the Ring Master seems intent on bombarding you with talk as he finally swivels around in her chair. That pale androgynous face of the Ring Master’s is displaying a look of seriousness as usual.

“Nothing good I can assure you. Which is why I’m putting YOU in charge of this task.”
“Huh? What task?”
“Why ensuring the survival of the carnival of course.”
”What!? Me?! Why? How!? I’m not qualified! Can’t you or Charley do it?”
“I fear I’ve done all I’ve can. I mean I’ve provided all of THIS to everyone here. I’ve given them purpose and a life. If that isn’t enough for them, then my words aren’t going to make a difference at this point. And as for Charley, well…I’m sure even in your usual state of drunkenness you’re aware that he has his own plans for this carnival.”
“I guess…but agh, it’s too early for all this…why me? I mean what am I supposed to do? I’m just the Geek.”
“Yes, and that’s exactly why I’m choosing you. You have no motive, you have no agenda, you have no friends, and as such you would probably be the best candidate to convince others to resist change and keep the status quo.”
“You have to be joking! Nobody’s going to listen to me! I’m the fucking Geek!”
“You might be surprised, you have far more potential than you give yourself credit for…perhaps you’ll even change some perspectives, or maybe not. The choice is yours, because the fate of THIS carnival is resting solely on your actions, you can no longer afford to hide from the world in a bottle and a cage if you wish to keep your current life. It is time for you to take some responsibility, its time to repay the debt you owe me. You have until show time.”
“But…”
“Now leave me, I wish to be alone.”

The Ring Master swivels his chair back to its original position. You head back outside, where upon Atlas blocks it again with his massive body.

Never before in your life have you been put in this kind of position of responsibility, (Not that you can remember anyway) but you’re going to have to do something, the question is what exactly?
> You obey the Ring Master
You feel you don’t really have a choice in this situation. The Ring Master is in charge and whatever he says goes and you DO owe a lot to her. As bad as it can be here sometimes, it would probably be worse if you didn’t have the protection of the Carnival.

As tempted as you are to get a drink to get you through this test you have before you, you realize you need to stay sober for this. What a terrible thing. Now you have to figure out who you need to convince.

The Freaks are firmly on the side of the Ring Master, so you don’t need to talk to them. That just leaves the Midgets and the Normals, both of those present some problems.
> You try to convince the Midgets
Charley leads the Midgets and you doubt if he’s going “fall in line” and even if he claimed he was, he’d just be lying. You might even be putting yourself in great danger by speaking to him directly about this, however you know the Midgets don’t really care for Charley, so if you could get him out of the way somehow, they might be more willing to ally with the Ring Master.

You decide to “test the waters” by speaking to one of the few Midgets (Actually the only one) that’s somewhat less hostile towards you. You see Bob working on hammering tent stakes in the ground and go up to him.

“Hey Bob, can I talk to you?”
“Aw hell Geek, I ain’t got no money for you to get fucking drunk! Just go steal the liquor from that sonofabitch Charley and take your goddamn chances!” he says barely paying attention to you.
“No, its not that…so you uh think Charley’s a son of a bitch huh?”
“I don’t think it, I know it. Everyone does.”
“So why do you guys follow him?”
“Because he does make things better for us. Better than the Ring Master did anyway.”
“Yeah, but what if he’s not the best choice to lead you guys, I mean…”

Bob raises one eyebrow and focuses all of his attention on you now.

“What the fuck are you talkin’ about Geek? You seem to be awfully interested with matters that don’t concern you.” Bob states raising his hammer menancingly.
“Well um…I just heard that…um Charley…I mean…look there’s some shit gonna go down and the Ring Master wants me to get people on his side!”

You’re unsure of what Bob’s going to do about your revelation. You expect the worst, but for once luck is on your side.

“Look Geek, I ain’t gonna lie to ya, not many of us like Charley, and sure, he’s a fucking tyrant, but he gets things done, I dunno he’s kinda like that guy in Germany, except shorter. However, if he wasn’t around, we’d go back to being second class citizens again and why? We DO keep this place running. The Ring Master claims he cares about us, but it doesn’t seem that way to us. We’re under appreciated. And if Charley does have ideas about taking over, then we’re behind him. Maybe the whole place would be run a lot better with him in charge anyway. AND I suggest you don’t talk to any other dwarves about this, you’ll find that you’ll get the same answer and they might just feel the need to tell Charley about the discussion and I don’t think that would be very good for you.”
“So there’s nothing I can do or say to change your mind?”
“Goddamn it, weren’t you fuckin’ listening Geek? I said no! Not unless you found someway of replacing Charley with someone a little more even tempered and with his business savvy.”
“Well, why don’t one of you midg…I mean dwarves do it?”
“(Sigh) Because most of us are simple laborers. We just wanna do our job with as little hassle and relax when we can, we don’t wanna be worried about extra shit. Let Charley worry about it since he wants it so bad. Besides if you haven’t noticed he’s got a mean streak a mile wide and that fuckin’ muscle bound freak Ajax around him all the time.”
“So there’s nobody who’d want to take Charley’s place?”
“Nope. The only one I can think of who’d even have the intelligence of running the criminal activity here smoothly anyway would be his overgrown girlfriend Salina. Now her I wouldn’t mind working under if you know what I mean! Hah! Now get the fuck outta here Geek, I got work to do and your smell is gonna stick to my clothes for days! Get!”

You back away from Bob before he hits you with his hammer or kicks you in the shin.

It wasn’t what you expected, but perhaps Bob has subtlety shown you a way to get the midgets to ally with the Ring Master, but of course this means talking with Salina. That could be even more risky though, considering she’s the object of Charley’s “love”. Not to mention she doesn’t particularly like you.

But then again, who does?
> You go talk to Salina
You cautiously approach Salina’s trailer, you’re nervous as hell. You stop and hide behind a nearby barrel when you see someone coming out. It’s Sasha. She looks like she’s been crying, probably about Ajax no doubt. Salina seems to be telling her something and then hugs her before closing the door. When Sasha leaves you knock on Salina’s door. She answers.

“Look, I told you…UGH! Its you! Get the fuck outta here Geek! No amount of money is gonna make me degrade myself for your festering ass! And you’re upsetting my snakes with your odor!”
“No, it’s not that, I really gotta talk to you.”
“You don’t have anything to say that I wanna waste my time OR my sense of smell on, so…”
“Please it s really important! It’s about Charley and the future of the Carnival!”

Salina raises her eyebrow.

“Hmm, very well, but you’re not coming in here, let’s go someplace secluded where nobody can see me associating with you.”

You and Salina walk to a nearby spot in the wilderness (Separately of course) to talk where you explain the situation to Salina.

“Yeah, so what does all this mean to me? If Charley takes over I win and if the Ring Master stays in power I still win. I don’t see why I should get involved in this power struggle.” Salina says unemotionally.

“You’re not looking at the big picture. As it stands now you got some measure of freedom, but if Charley wins, this place will cease being a Carnival and become a crime ring. And while you might do alright gift and money wise, you’ll be Charley’s girlfriend full time at that point with little freedom. You know he’s never going to let you do anything without his approval if he’s in power. And if the Ring Master wins, chances are the criminal activity here is gonna be severely diminished without Charley to run it, meaning you’ll probably be making less money.”
“Okay…but don’t you want the Ring Master to win?”
“Yes, but she needs allies and I’m trying to get the midgets to ally with him and they won’t if Charley’s in charge of them.”
“So I don’t understand, what exactly are you proposing? You’re kind of all over the place here.”
“I’m saying I want YOU to take over Charley’s position. You run all his business dealings.”
“What? You’re crazy Geek.”
“Why? You’re intelligent; surely you probably know all of Charley’s secrets.”
“Well THAT’S true. The little fucker insists on bragging about everything after sex, but what makes you think the midgets will follow me? I mean I’m a Normal.”
“Please, you’re a tall beautiful woman, the midgets will love you, didn’t you see Wizard of Oz? Just as long as you promise to uphold all the things Charley did like protection from being bullied by rubes and keeping their payment the same, I don’t think they’ll mind you in charge instead of Charley. Think about it, YOU could be in charge of the whole operation, and it’s not like the Ring Master will bother you as long as you don’t try to screw with the everyday Carnival workings.”

“I’d never do that, the Carnival has been like a home to me…I…”

Salina seems to stop herself before she displays too much emotion to you.

“Alright Geek, I’m willing to entertain this idea, but you have to do something for ME first.”
“Okay, what?”
“You gotta get rid of Randal.”
“What? Why? What did he do?”
“To me? Nothing, but he’s competition and I can’t have that.”
“Competition for what?”
“Nevermind, just get rid of him. Think of it this way, if you get him out of the picture, you’ll also eliminate the leader of the third faction here which would really cement the Ring Master’s supremacy here. Surely that should be incentive enough?”
“You want me to kill him?!”
“Look, I don’t care HOW you get rid of him, just get rid of him before show time. If you do that, you can tell the midgets that I’ll be taking over Charley’s position when the time comes. Now don’t speak to me again until you do this.”

Looks like you got MORE work ahead of you and you really don’t know how you’re supposed to get rid of Randal. You doubt if just asking him to leave is going to work, and while killing him would solve the problem, it’s not really that simple to just kill a man even if you had it in you.

You could really use a drink…
> You talk to Randal
You can’t kill Randal, so you’re going to have to just try to convince him to leave…somehow. You think perhaps Madam Orbec can help, since she has the most contact with him.

You approach Madam Orbec’s tent which carries an air of creepiness about it. When you enter, you see her lying on the floor convulsing.

“Madam! Are you alright?!” you run to her attempting to pick her up, but she pushes you away.

“GEEK! Take your filthy hands off of me! My body is for the spirits only! You will not molest my person lest I call down their wrath upon you! Though I’m not sure what more they could do to such a pathetic soul such as yourself, and death would be a mercy.”
“Sorry, I was just trying to help.”
“Liar! You sought me out, to help yourself! But still…your mission is a somewhat good intentioned one…even if you are in the dark about some of it…”
“What do you mean?”
“That’s for the more enlightened to know, but I’m sure you’ll find out eventually, assuming we decide to help you that is…”
“How do you know that I want your help?”
“I see what the spirits see! And the spirits see all! You’re easier to read than an open book! You want to know how to get rid of Randal.”
“How…nevermind. So how do I get rid of him? No…don’t tell me YOU want me to do something as well!”
“Actually getting rid of Randal would serve me…he wouldn’t be around hounding me and the spirits all the time for one thing. The only reason I prefer him around is that he is a balancer of this carnival…but we see things are about to change…great changes…things would be better if he wasn’t around any longer.”
“So?”

Madam Orbec begins to talk to herself.

“Should we? Maybe. What about them? Later. Yeah, let’s do it.”
“Madam?”
“Tell Randal to come to my tent, I will get rid of him. I shall tell him something that will give him cause to leave immediately. He won’t even be here for showtime. You have the word of the spirits and Madam Orbec. Now leave me, we must prepare.”

You leave Madam Orbec’s tent and go find Randal. When you do, he attempts to avoid you, but when you mention Madam Orbec wants to see him, he pushes you out of the way to meet her right away.

You follow him and watch Orbec’s tent, after awhile Randal leaves and heads back to his own tent. Orbec also exits and nods at you. You go back to Salina and tell her the news.

Salina smiles and tells you everything has been set in motion, and she’ll be ready. She then tells you to go tell the midgets.

You go back to Bob, who’d forgotten all about your discussion with him. In fact you have to remind him what it was you even discussed.

“So lemme get this straight Geek…Salina’s taking over the crime trade here?”
“Yeah, and she says everything will stay the same, the protection and the pay. All you gotta do is side with the Ring Master, after show time tonight.”
“…Alright Geek, I’ll tell the rest of the dwarves. I just hope all of you fuckers know what you’re doing, because I guarantee if we get fucked in any way in this arrangement, YOU will be the first to feel our wrath!”

You hope so too, a lot of this riding on the “word” of everyone. You don’t actually have any assurance by anyone that everything’s going to go as planned. You don’t tell the Ring Master that when you go back to his trailer though. (After getting Atlas’ permission to enter of course) you just tell her that he’ll have her allies when the time comes. The Ring Master seems confident in you and tells you to get ready for show time.

You spend your remaining time a little on edge, wondering if everything is going to work out. You really wish the Ring Master hadn’t put all this pressure on you.

Then show time arrives, everything goes pretty much the same except you’re a little distracted the entire time until you notice Randal doesn’t show up at all. You hope that’s a good sign that your plan has worked.
> You but the real show begins afterwards
A dark moonlit night.

Charley confronts the Ring Master with his army of midgets behind him as well as Ajax. The Ring Master has Atlas, and his usual allies, the Freaks are hanging in the darkness ready to strike if necessary. Most of the Normals though are nowhere to be seen. Your heart sinks…the midgets have still sided with Charley and you get so worried that you puke up the sheep testicles and pigeon heads you consumed for your act.

“Your time has come Ring Master! No longer will you exploit us! I’m taking over!”
“So you can exploit your own people of course. Charley, I’ve put up with your delusions of grandeur long enough, it ends tonight. I have allies of my own, and you might find they are much more dedicated to me than yours are.”
“It won’t work Ringy, I got more in common with my people than you ever will! Blood is thicker, and yours is going to run everywhere if you don’t peaceably leave…I’m giving you this one chance you pale she-male.”
“Not likely.”

At this point all of the freaks come out of hiding. Charley orders an attack, but the rest of the midgets do nothing…you cease worrying and Charley begins to get angry.

“What the fuck man? I told you fuckers to attack! I’m your leader!”
“Not anymore Charley…we got a new one.” Bob says.
“Who? HIM? This fucking hermaphrodite bitch?” Charley yells pointing to the Ring Master.
“No, this tattooed bitch.” Bob says calmly where upon Salina appears petting a cobra lovingly which is wrapped around her arm.
“Yes, this tattooed snake bitch to be precise. Give it up Charley; your time here is done. You don’t have any allies anymore. I’d suggest you and the muscle bound woman beater leave NOW.”
“You fucking back stabbing viper bitch…” Charley says in shock.
“Hey fuck off cunt, fore I shove that snake up your ass!” Ajax yells.
“You’re certainly welcome to try, here catch!”

Salina throws here cobra at Ajax, which lands on him, he squashes its head, but not before it bites him a couple times. He runs at Salina, but the midgets trip him up and hold him down as the poison takes effect. Salina then puts out his eye, with her stiletto heel before he succumbs leaving Charley all by himself.

“Well Charley, it seems all your grand plans have failed. You have nothing left. I’d say there’s no reason for you to stay. Atlas, if you would be so kind to escort this former employee of the premises…”

When the Ring Master says that, it typically means “Atlas, after you break his neck make sure the body is properly disposed of.”

Atlas grabs Charley who attempts to defend himself with his sharp stick, but instead it’s taken from him and broken. Then Charley’s spine is taken from him and broken. Atlas lumbers off in the darkness to get rid of Ajax and Charley’s bodies.

“So, I trust we’ll have no problems Salina?” The Ring Master asks.
“No problems from me, I have all I need, or I soon will have.”
“Good, I suggest you and your new friends get some rest, we got a big show tomorrow.”

While Salina and the munchkin brigade leave and the freaks disperse as well, the Ring Master calls you out.

“Geek, you may come out of hiding, I’m sure you can see the danger is over, not that there ever was any.”
“I can’t believe it actually worked. Everything…”
“See? I told you, you underestimated yourself. Not only did you save the Carnival, but you stabilized it even more. I told you, I saw potential even when there was none apparent. Do you still want to be a Geek? You could be so much more if you just put in the effort. Charley used to do all my leg work, but now that he’s gone I need someone else to fit that role…would you be interested? Keep in mind that this new job would require a whole lot more responsibility and significantly less drinking as I would need you in a better frame of mind.”

At one time you’d balk, but after seeing what you accomplished first hand, maybe you DO have potential. You accept and you’re given Charley’s old trailer.

Time goes by and you stumble along the way with the first few months as you still have a really bad drinking problem, but fortunately the Ring Master is slightly understanding about that, and only sends Atlas to remind you ONCE to get it under control. (That incident really sets you on the straight and narrow) you get yourself cleaned up and actually become presentable. You’re more of an organizer than a main event now, but you still go ahead and bite some chicken heads off every now and then for the kids.

Salina is a pretty fair and even handed business woman when it comes to the being new leader of the midgets. Much more than Charley, and she also has Pervus and his clown crew eliminated during one night. Apparently they got rough with one of her girls. They were all found dead the next day. Nobody said anything outright, but the fact that little snake bites were found on their bodies was a pretty good idea who was responsible. However, the Ring Master said nothing since Pervus and his friends had it coming for a long time, not to mention with them gone things actually improved morale wise. (People tend to work better when their aren’t evil demented clowns lurking around)

You also see Salina and Sasha get very close in a way that makes you tingle in the nether regions. Now you know why Salina wanted you to get rid of Randal. Without Ajax to kick her around anymore, Sasha probably would’ve fell for Randal (You also found out Madam Orbec told him he needed to leave the Carnival to find some magic book in some Mayan ruins that the spirits commanded him to retrieve…he never returned) but since he wasn’t around, she ended up with Salina. They seem to be happy though.

Actually everyone at the Carnival seems to be a lot happier and more relaxed and it’s all due to your actions.

The Ring Master has given you a second chance at life, a life with a whole hell of lot more meaning.

You’ve gotten respect at last.


You cautiously approach Salina’s trailer, you’re nervous as hell. You stop and hide behind a nearby barrel when you see someone coming out. It’s Sasha. She looks like she’s been crying, probably about Ajax no doubt. Salina seems to be telling her something and then hugs her before closing the door. When Sasha leaves you knock on Salina’s door. She answers.

“Look, I told you…UGH! Its you! Get the fuck outta here Geek! No amount of money is gonna make me degrade myself for your festering ass! And you’re upsetting my snakes with your odor!”
“No, it’s not that, I really gotta talk to you.”
“You don’t have anything to say that I wanna waste my time OR my sense of smell on, so…”
“Please it s really important! It’s about Charley and the future of the Carnival!”

Salina raises her eyebrow.

“Hmm, very well, but you’re not coming in here, let’s go someplace secluded where nobody can see me associating with you.”

You and Salina walk to a nearby spot in the wilderness (Separately of course) to talk where you explain the situation to Salina.

“Yeah, so what does all this mean to me? If Charley takes over I win and if the Ring Master stays in power I still win. I don’t see why I should get involved in this power struggle.” Salina says unemotionally.

“You’re not looking at the big picture. As it stands now you got some measure of freedom, but if Charley wins, this place will cease being a Carnival and become a crime ring. And while you might do alright gift and money wise, you’ll be Charley’s girlfriend full time at that point with little freedom. You know he’s never going to let you do anything without his approval if he’s in power. And if the Ring Master wins, chances are the criminal activity here is gonna be severely diminished without Charley to run it, meaning you’ll probably be making less money.”
“Okay…but don’t you want the Ring Master to win?”
“Yes, but she needs allies and I’m trying to get the midgets to ally with him and they won’t if Charley’s in charge of them.”
“So I don’t understand, what exactly are you proposing? You’re kind of all over the place here.”
“I’m saying I want YOU to take over Charley’s position. You run all his business dealings.”
“What? You’re crazy Geek.”
“Why? You’re intelligent; surely you probably know all of Charley’s secrets.”
“Well THAT’S true. The little fucker insists on bragging about everything after sex, but what makes you think the midgets will follow me? I mean I’m a Normal.”
“Please, you’re a tall beautiful woman, the midgets will love you, didn’t you see Wizard of Oz? Just as long as you promise to uphold all the things Charley did like protection from being bullied by rubes and keeping their payment the same, I don’t think they’ll mind you in charge instead of Charley. Think about it, YOU could be in charge of the whole operation, and it’s not like the Ring Master will bother you as long as you don’t try to screw with the everyday Carnival workings.”

“I’d never do that, the Carnival has been like a home to me…I…”

Salina seems to stop herself before she displays too much emotion to you.

“Alright Geek, I’m willing to entertain this idea, but you have to do something for ME first.”
“Okay, what?”
“You gotta get rid of Randal.”
“What? Why? What did he do?”
“To me? Nothing, but he’s competition and I can’t have that.”
“Competition for what?”
“Nevermind, just get rid of him. Think of it this way, if you get him out of the picture, you’ll also eliminate the leader of the third faction here which would really cement the Ring Master’s supremacy here. Surely that should be incentive enough?”
“You want me to kill him?!”
“Look, I don’t care HOW you get rid of him, just get rid of him before show time. If you do that, you can tell the midgets that I’ll be taking over Charley’s position when the time comes. Now don’t speak to me again until you do this.”

Looks like you got MORE work ahead of you and you really don’t know how you’re supposed to get rid of Randal. You doubt if just asking him to leave is going to work, and while killing him would solve the problem, it’s not really that simple to just kill a man even if you had it in you.

You could really use a drink…
> You kill Randal
You’ll have to kill him. It’s the only way, since he’ll never listen to you. You need a drink to get you ready for this though.

You sneak over to Charley’s still, thankfully it’s not being manned right now. You down a couple of bottle of the toxic swill, spilling some of it on yourself. After you’re sufficiently “prepared” you steal one of the midget’s hammers and head to Randal’s tent.

It’s now or never…

You enter Randal’s tent which seems a lot larger on the inside than it does on the outside, but you figure it’s the booze is effecting your perception. You see Randal getting dressed with his back to you. Excellent.

You creep as quietly as you can in your condition, step right behind him with the hammer raised up high and then…

He disappears before your eyes!

You do a double take, thinking it’s the booze again, but then you feel a tap on your shoulder, causing you to turn around to a fiery flash. Not very good in any case especially since Charley’s brew that you spilled on yourself earlier makes you quite flammable. You run around his tent attempting to put yourself out.

“Didn’t you think I could SMELL you approaching Geek?” Randal says. “I have no idea why you would attempt something so foolish as to try to kill me, but I’ve always said the Carnival would be a lot better without the likes of you! TABAXINDOGA!”

Whatever Randal just said causes all your limbs to freeze up. The good news is you aren’t on fire anymore, the bad news is you’re turning to stone! Randal looks noticeably exhausted after casting his spells, but he’s still holding all the cards.

“I hate to waste such power on you, especially before showtime. (Pant) it really takes a lot out of me, but sometimes such actions are necessary when being attacked. I’ll have to inform Madam Orbec that the new spell she taught me works perfectly… I’ll take that hammer, it’ll come in handy.”

As your body becomes completely stone, the last thing you see is Randal swinging the hammer at your head before it breaks into several pieces.


Charley leads the Midgets and you doubt if he’s going “fall in line” and even if he claimed he was, he’d just be lying. You might even be putting yourself in great danger by speaking to him directly about this, however you know the Midgets don’t really care for Charley, so if you could get him out of the way somehow, they might be more willing to ally with the Ring Master.

You decide to “test the waters” by speaking to one of the few Midgets (Actually the only one) that’s somewhat less hostile towards you. You see Bob working on hammering tent stakes in the ground and go up to him.

“Hey Bob, can I talk to you?”
“Aw hell Geek, I ain’t got no money for you to get fucking drunk! Just go steal the liquor from that sonofabitch Charley and take your goddamn chances!” he says barely paying attention to you.
“No, its not that…so you uh think Charley’s a son of a bitch huh?”
“I don’t think it, I know it. Everyone does.”
“So why do you guys follow him?”
“Because he does make things better for us. Better than the Ring Master did anyway.”
“Yeah, but what if he’s not the best choice to lead you guys, I mean…”

Bob raises one eyebrow and focuses all of his attention on you now.

“What the fuck are you talkin’ about Geek? You seem to be awfully interested with matters that don’t concern you.” Bob states raising his hammer menancingly.
“Well um…I just heard that…um Charley…I mean…look there’s some shit gonna go down and the Ring Master wants me to get people on his side!”

You’re unsure of what Bob’s going to do about your revelation. You expect the worst, but for once luck is on your side.

“Look Geek, I ain’t gonna lie to ya, not many of us like Charley, and sure, he’s a fucking tyrant, but he gets things done, I dunno he’s kinda like that guy in Germany, except shorter. However, if he wasn’t around, we’d go back to being second class citizens again and why? We DO keep this place running. The Ring Master claims he cares about us, but it doesn’t seem that way to us. We’re under appreciated. And if Charley does have ideas about taking over, then we’re behind him. Maybe the whole place would be run a lot better with him in charge anyway. AND I suggest you don’t talk to any other dwarves about this, you’ll find that you’ll get the same answer and they might just feel the need to tell Charley about the discussion and I don’t think that would be very good for you.”
“So there’s nothing I can do or say to change your mind?”
“Goddamn it, weren’t you fuckin’ listening Geek? I said no! Not unless you found someway of replacing Charley with someone a little more even tempered and with his business savvy.”
“Well, why don’t one of you midg…I mean dwarves do it?”
“(Sigh) Because most of us are simple laborers. We just wanna do our job with as little hassle and relax when we can, we don’t wanna be worried about extra shit. Let Charley worry about it since he wants it so bad. Besides if you haven’t noticed he’s got a mean streak a mile wide and that fuckin’ muscle bound freak Ajax around him all the time.”
“So there’s nobody who’d want to take Charley’s place?”
“Nope. The only one I can think of who’d even have the intelligence of running the criminal activity here smoothly anyway would be his overgrown girlfriend Salina. Now her I wouldn’t mind working under if you know what I mean! Hah! Now get the fuck outta here Geek, I got work to do and your smell is gonna stick to my clothes for days! Get!”

You back away from Bob before he hits you with his hammer or kicks you in the shin.

It wasn’t what you expected, but perhaps Bob has subtlety shown you a way to get the midgets to ally with the Ring Master, but of course this means talking with Salina. That could be even more risky though, considering she’s the object of Charley’s “love”. Not to mention she doesn’t particularly like you.

But then again, who does?
> You go convince the Normals instead
The Midgets are firmly in the camp of Charley. Your only hope is to convince the Normals and that’s not going to be easy either. A lot of them don’t like you and most of them are “unified” under Randal and he doesn’t like you either.

The only thing you can of is to talk to Madam Orbec. She has the most contact with Randal, maybe you can get her help.

You approach Madam Orbec’s tent which has an air of creepiness about it. You see her gazing into a crystal ball.

“Geek! You foul aura disturbs the spirits!”
“Um, sorry…but I need your…”
“Yes, yes, yes, I know you want my help.”
“How did you know that?”
“I see what the spirits see! And the spirits see all! You want me to convince Randal to convince the Normals to side with the Ring Master in the upcoming battle tonight!”
“Uh…yeah.”
“I suppose I could do that…but I won’t, at least not directly…”
“So you’re not going to help me?”
“I didn’t say that, the spirits say that you can’t get something for nothing however…since you seem to be in such a noble mood Geek, then you won’t mind performing another noble deed. A deed that will help you as well as us.”
“Well, what is it?”

Madam Orbec starts talking to herself.

“Could be a suicide mission. So? Yeah, no risk to us. What about the other thing? Will solve itself.”

“You must get rid of the beautiful Sasha’s abusive boyfriend Ajax once and for all. Do this and we shall help you.” Orbec says addressing you.
“WHAT?! How the hell am I supposed to do that? And why?”
“Do not question the spirits’ wisdom! Just DO! Now leave and don’t return until you complete this task!”

You exit Orbec’s tent. You’ve got an impossible job to do. Ajax is a vicious thug who beats you for fun on several occasions, there’s no way you can beat him even if you had the killer instinct which you don’t. You’re going to need some help.
> You talk to Sasha
Maybe you can talk directly to Sasha about this. Surely since she’s the one taking the abuse she’d be for getting rid of Ajax. Maybe she’ll even know some tips on weaknesses or something. You head to her trailer.

She answers the door and looks obviously disgusted.

“Ew! What’re you doing here Geek? Get outta here, you’re stinky!”
“Wait Sasha, I got a proposal for ya!”
“Excuse me?! This isn’t Salina’s trailer! And I doubt she’d degrade herself for you either! Goodbye!”
“WAIT! This is about Ajax! And about how to get rid of him for good!”

Sasha suddenly stops trying to get rid of you and seems more willing to listen.

“How?”
“I dunno, but I’ve seen how he treats you and it isn’t right. Nobody does anything, well I’m just saying I’ve had enough of seeing him push everyone around, especially you!”

Sasha looks a bit touched by your remark, but then quickly speaks.

“Okay look, he’ll be coming soon, he always has a drink when he comes over, and I’ll drug it. He’ll get drowsy and fall asleep, BUT you’ll have to finish him off. Many times I’ve though about it, but I just can never bring myself to do it…you’ll have to do it. Please free me from this brute once and for all.”
“I will Sasha.”
“Thank you…I guess underneath the grime you’re alright Geek…now go hide by that barrel over there, I’ll give the signal when he’s asleep!”

You quickly run over to the barrel and hide. Soon you see Ajax enter Sasha’s trailer. While you wait, you can’t believe what just happened. Sasha actually seemed nice to you. You’ve never experienced that before. And could it be that you saw a glint of something in her eyes when she thanked you? Maybe after all this is over you and Sasha might have something. You never thought this could be possible. You feel positive and confident…you know you’ll have the strength to do in Ajax, he doesn’t deserve a beauty like Sasha anyway. He doesn’t deserve life.

While you’re thinking about all this you see Sasha come back out of her trailer and wave at you. She has a knife in her hand, obviously what she’s going to give you to do in Ajax which you’ll take great pleasure in. After all this is over, Sasha is going to see you as her savior…

Nice fantasy Geek.

The sad truth is much worse though.

When Ajax arrived he could tell you were around because your stench was still clinging to the door. Then he questioned Sasha about it. And the funny thing about abuse victims is they always side with their abuser before siding with someone who’s trying to help them. She didn’t just tell him everything, but she’s also lured you back into the lion’s den as it were…

When you get to the doorway, Ajax pulls Sasha back inside roughly, and grabs you.

“I’ve been looking for a good excuse Geek! I’m gonna enjoy this!”

Ajax pulls you inside, and enjoys beating you to death.

Oh how he enjoys it.


The Midgets are firmly in the camp of Charley. Your only hope is to convince the Normals and that’s not going to be easy either. A lot of them don’t like you and most of them are “unified” under Randal and he doesn’t like you either.

The only thing you can of is to talk to Madam Orbec. She has the most contact with Randal, maybe you can get her help.

You approach Madam Orbec’s tent which has an air of creepiness about it. You see her gazing into a crystal ball.

“Geek! You foul aura disturbs the spirits!”
“Um, sorry…but I need your…”
“Yes, yes, yes, I know you want my help.”
“How did you know that?”
“I see what the spirits see! And the spirits see all! You want me to convince Randal to convince the Normals to side with the Ring Master in the upcoming battle tonight!”
“Uh…yeah.”
“I suppose I could do that…but I won’t, at least not directly…”
“So you’re not going to help me?”
“I didn’t say that, the spirits say that you can’t get something for nothing however…since you seem to be in such a noble mood Geek, then you won’t mind performing another noble deed. A deed that will help you as well as us.”
“Well, what is it?”

Madam Orbec starts talking to herself.

“Could be a suicide mission. So? Yeah, no risk to us. What about the other thing? Will solve itself.”

“You must get rid of the beautiful Sasha’s abusive boyfriend Ajax once and for all. Do this and we shall help you.” Orbec says addressing you.
“WHAT?! How the hell am I supposed to do that? And why?”
“Do not question the spirits’ wisdom! Just DO! Now leave and don’t return until you complete this task!”

You exit Orbec’s tent. You’ve got an impossible job to do. Ajax is a vicious thug who beats you for fun on several occasions, there’s no way you can beat him even if you had the killer instinct which you don’t. You’re going to need some help.
> You talk to Pervus
You figure Pervus the clown is the only possible candidate to help you in this endeavor. He’s immoral enough and doesn’t have any allegiances. You don’t relish the idea of going anywhere near the clown tent though; everyone knows what terrible things they do to trespassers in there. Fortunately you find Pervus harassing one of the acrobats. She looks terrified, by this scary overbearing clown

“Aw come on, I just wanna get to know ya better. You’re so pretty and young with a nice tight ass. What I could do with that for about an hour…”

Suddenly Pervus goes to grab at the acrobat, but she leaps out of the way and runs off in fear.

“Fuckin’ cock teasin’ bitch…(sniff sniff) I know that smell…smells like a dead dog’s asshole after I busted a nut in it…Geek…what the hell do you want?”
“Uh hello Pervus…I uh, need your help with something.”
“Oh do ya now? What might that be?”
“I need to get rid of Ajax and I need your help to do it.”
“Whoa, hold on there first of all what makes you think I’d help you without asking for something in return, and second of all, Ajax isn’t exactly easy prey if you know what I mean.”
“Well…what would convince you…and NOT THAT!”

Pervus chuckles.

“Feh, maybe some of my boys might like a piece of your filthy ass, but I’m a little more discriminating…actually you got me in a unique mood. I’m willing to help you. Ajax pisses me off every time I go try to get some liquor from Charley. Walkin’ around displayin’ that perfect physique. He really needs to be taken down a fuckin’ peg. In fact he NEEDS to be pegged in the fuckin’ ass. Tell ya what, you get Ajax to come over to the clown tent and we’ll do the rest. He’s had this coming for a long time.” Pervus says stroking his crotch.
“You gonna kill him?”
“No, but I suggest you not ask what we ARE going to do to him. Trust me though; you’ll never see him again.”
“Uh, okay…but how the hell am I supposed to get him to go over to your tent, nobody ever goes over there!”
“Well I suggest you think of something, if you want our help. See you later and hopefully with a certain Strongman in tow.”

Facing Ajax one on one is NOT what you had in mind! You’re going to have to do it though. You could attempt to make up a story which may or may not work, or you could go with a much dangerous approach and piss him off so he chases you there. The problem with that approach is you’re a dead Geek if he catches you.
> You convince Ajax with a story
You don’t want to piss Ajax off anymore than what’s necessary, so you decide to come up with a story that Charley needs him to go get some money the clowns to because they haven’t been paying their latest gambling debts.

You look around for Ajax, but he’s nowhere around, typical. The one time you WANT to find him you can’t. Eventually you do see him entering Sasha’s trailer, you go to knock on the door. He answers it, and already looks pissed.

“You got some fuckin’ balls Geek, disturbing me while I’m tryin’ to get me some pussy! This better be REALLY important!”
“It is, Charley wants you to go to the clown tent, apparently they gambled on something or other and didn’t pay up, so he wants you to go get the money from them.”

Ajax, gives you a hard look.

“Why didn’t Charley come tell me himself, in fact this is the first I’m hearing about this and I certainly don’t understand why he’d send YOU to tell me.”
“Well I just happened to be around at his still and he was ranting about some private bet he had with Pervus and well you know Charley…he ended up prodding me with his stick and ordered me to go get you to collect the debt from the clowns.”
“I smell bullshit and I don’t like bein’ fuckin’ disturbed from fucking my bitch, let alone by the likes of you! I dunno what your fuckin’ angle is Geek, but since you seem to be so interested in the clown tent, let’s go asshole!”

Ajax grabs you and raises you above his head with a vice like grip. You attempt to escape, but it’s useless. He walks all the way to the clown tent, where inhuman noises are emanating.

“Hey you fuckin’ clowns, here’s a new fuck toy for ya!” Ajax yells and throws you inside.

Pervus and his crew were working themselves up into a sexual frenzy waiting for Ajax to enter, but instead you got thrown in. They’re all a bit disappointed, but they fuck you anyway, no sense in wasting an erection.

You never return from the horrors inflicted on you in the tent that day, and you are forced to serve their twisted pleasures day in day out, never to exit the tent.


You figure Pervus the clown is the only possible candidate to help you in this endeavor. He’s immoral enough and doesn’t have any allegiances. You don’t relish the idea of going anywhere near the clown tent though; everyone knows what terrible things they do to trespassers in there. Fortunately you find Pervus harassing one of the acrobats. She looks terrified, by this scary overbearing clown

“Aw come on, I just wanna get to know ya better. You’re so pretty and young with a nice tight ass. What I could do with that for about an hour…”

Suddenly Pervus goes to grab at the acrobat, but she leaps out of the way and runs off in fear.

“Fuckin’ cock teasin’ bitch…(sniff sniff) I know that smell…smells like a dead dog’s asshole after I busted a nut in it…Geek…what the hell do you want?”
“Uh hello Pervus…I uh, need your help with something.”
“Oh do ya now? What might that be?”
“I need to get rid of Ajax and I need your help to do it.”
“Whoa, hold on there first of all what makes you think I’d help you without asking for something in return, and second of all, Ajax isn’t exactly easy prey if you know what I mean.”
“Well…what would convince you…and NOT THAT!”

Pervus chuckles.

“Feh, maybe some of my boys might like a piece of your filthy ass, but I’m a little more discriminating…actually you got me in a unique mood. I’m willing to help you. Ajax pisses me off every time I go try to get some liquor from Charley. Walkin’ around displayin’ that perfect physique. He really needs to be taken down a fuckin’ peg. In fact he NEEDS to be pegged in the fuckin’ ass. Tell ya what, you get Ajax to come over to the clown tent and we’ll do the rest. He’s had this coming for a long time.” Pervus says stroking his crotch.
“You gonna kill him?”
“No, but I suggest you not ask what we ARE going to do to him. Trust me though; you’ll never see him again.”
“Uh, okay…but how the hell am I supposed to get him to go over to your tent, nobody ever goes over there!”
“Well I suggest you think of something, if you want our help. See you later and hopefully with a certain Strongman in tow.”

Facing Ajax one on one is NOT what you had in mind! You’re going to have to do it though. You could attempt to make up a story which may or may not work, or you could go with a much dangerous approach and piss him off so he chases you there. The problem with that approach is you’re a dead Geek if he catches you.
> You get Ajax to chase you
He’ll see through a lie, and even if he can’t he won’t want to listen to anything you have to say anyway. There’s nothing for it, you have to have him chase you there. He’s going to be pissed off anyway.

You look around for Ajax, but he’s nowhere around, typical. The one time you WANT to find him you can’t. Eventually you do see him entering Sasha’s trailer. You take a deep breath and start throwing stones at it, calling him out.

“Hey asshole, stop hiding behind Sasha in there and get out here!”

Plink! Plink! Plink!

“Hey motherfucker I’m talkin’ to you! I know you ain’t still fuckin’ Sasha. Everyone knows you don’t last that long!”

Plink! Plink! Plink!

You’re actually having so much fun shouting and throwing things, it almost comes to a shock to you when Ajax comes storming out like a mad bull. He is wicked pissed.

“YOU’RE FUCKING DEAD GEEK!”

You throw the rest of your stones at him and run as fast as you can. You just hope you can make it to the clown tent before he catches you.

Somehow despite Ajax being in better shape than you in every way, you are surprisingly faster than him, maybe its from all that protein from the pig uteruses you’ve had to consume over the years…or perhaps its just fear. Either way it gets the job done.

You arrive at the clown tent stopping right at the entrance with Ajax not far behind; you see the glinting eyes and hellish grins peering from the unnatural darkness within it. The slurping and hideous laughter makes you REALLY hesitant to actually enter. In your current situation you feel like you’re bordering on the edge of madness with fury seeking to drive you into it.

And that’s exactly what happens, while you’re stopped at the edge of the clown tent. Ajax tackles you hard, where upon the both of you roll into the clown tent.

Its pitch dark in here and you don’t know how that’s even possible, but it is. You feel Ajax’s heavy body suddenly be lifted off of you along with several bottle sounds breaking. You can feel several glass particles fall down onto you.

“AGH FUCK MY HEAD! GODDAMN CLOWN FUCKERS!” Ajax yells.

You begin the crawl on the floor to get to the outside of the tent, but you’re not sure where the hell the entrance is anymore, the clowns have closed the flap. Apparently they have no intention on letting either of you escape. The only thing working to your advantage is they’re having a hard time subduing Ajax. It’s all very frightening to you though when you begin to hear Ajax scream in a high pitched falsetto voice, you never thought you’d ever hear something like that. The other sounds you hear from the clowns you don’t even want to think about.

You keep crawling in the darkness hoping to reach the edge of the tent. It seems like forever, but eventually you feel the canvas, you then grab at the bottom and pull up; a beam of daylight enters.

“STOP THAT GEEK!” you hear one of the clowns yell causing you to scramble out of the tent as fast as possible. You feel a hand grab your foot and attempt to pull you back in. You kick several times with your other foot and once again luck shines down and the clown releases you long enough for you to escape.

You run back to Madam Orbec’s tent, who glances up at you from her crystal ball.

“Ah, you’ve returned and from what the spirits have told me, you were successful…good. I will speak to Randal about siding with the Ring Master when the time comes. You may leave.”

You’re still a little bewildered by her attitude, but you’re not going to press the issue, you got what you wanted. Time to report back to the Ring Master.

You tell the Ring Master that he’ll have her allies when the time comes when you go back to his trailer though. (After getting Atlas’ permission to enter of course) The Ring Master seems confident in you and tells you to get ready for show time.

You spend your remaining time a little on edge, wondering if everything is going to work out. You really wish the Ring Master hadn’t put all this pressure on you.

Then show time arrives, everything goes pretty much the same except Charley looks a bit distracted the whole time as Ajax is nowhere to be seen. Pervus and his clowns seem to keep waving at you and making obscene gestures whenever they can.
> You but the real show begins afterwards
A dark moonlit night.

Charley confronts the Ring Master with his army of midgets behind him. The Ring Master has Atlas, and his usual allies, the Freaks are hanging in the darkness ready to strike if necessary. Most of the Normals though are nowhere to be seen. You hope Madam Orbec did her job, because even without Ajax, Charley still has a numerical superiority and a pissed off midget can do a lot of damage.

“Your time has come Ring Master! No longer will you exploit us! I’m taking over!”
“So you can exploit your own people of course. Charley, I’ve put up with your delusions of grandeur long enough, it ends tonight. I have allies of my own, and you might find they are much more dedicated to me than yours are.”
“It won’t work Ringy, I got more in common with my people than you ever will! Blood is thicker, and yours is going to run everywhere if you don’t peaceably leave…I’m giving you this one chance you pale she-male.”
“Not likely.”

At this point all of the freaks come out of hiding, and then Randal and most of the Normals appear as well. Pervus also shows up with his clown crew, and that’s when you see Ajax, or what’s left of him. He’s dressed in a weird leather getup and has a chain around his neck which one of the clowns is holding. There’s also a black leather mask covering his face now and some sort of ball gag…he looks completely docile and broken.

Suddenly Charley seems to get a little less hostile, the rest of the midgets also look less than willing to fight now, though he’s still not backing down completely.

“…so that’s what happened to Ajax…(Sigh)…alright Ringy you win. I can see I can’t beat you…I’ll leave. BUT! I’m taking my people with me!”
“No you won’t, they work for me.”
“The fuck I can’t! They’re still fuckin’ free people! You don’t fuckin’ OWN them Ringy! They ain’t your slaves!”
“Oh and I suppose they’re YOUR slaves eh?”
“Fuck it, let’s settle this.” Charley turns around to his fellow midgets. “Hey, do you want to work for me and make some serious money doing something a lot less menial? Or do ya wanna work for this hypocritical slave driving bitch bastard who claims everyone is free to do what they want and has his protection, but in reality she doesn’t do shit for anyone but herself and just expects everyone to obey him?”

The midgets talk to each other for a moment and then reply with a uniformed answer that they want to stay with Charley. The Ring Master actually looks surprised, she even gets mad claiming all of what he’d done for them, but it doesn’t work. Charley was right they have more in common with him than they do the Ring Master. Charley leaves with his midget gang. The Ring Master looks like he’s going to order an attack, but decides against it. Instead he just assigns some Normals to do the job of the midgets and orders the rest to seek out new recruits in the next town.

Everyone disperses leaving just the Ring Master, Atlas and you alone. The Ring Master for once looks a bit despondent. Not knowing what else to do, you attempt to lighten the situation.

“Well you won, I’m just glad I didn’t mess things up for you.”
“Yes, for now, but there will only be problems in the future. What happened to tonight was just a temporary patch for the situation…I suppose you did your best within your capabilities Geek. No more could be expected of you. The Carnival will survive, just like it always has though…return to your cell, we have a big show to do tomorrow and significantly less help.”

And you do exactly that and continue on as usual

Time passes and while nothing really changes for you, things do change…

Without the midgets around to do most of the manual labor of setting things up, some of the less talented Normals like game barkers and such have to double as laborers. This causes some bad feelings initially until the Ring Master orders the Freaks to start helping as well. The Freaks seem to dislike the fact that the Ring Master isn’t “favoring” them as much anymore, but she’s just trying to keep things fair so his Carnival stays together. The criminal activity goes down quite a bit. (Though someone’s always still making hooch so happily you still have a steady supply of booze to grab)

With Ajax out of the way Sasha grows closer to Randal who returns these feelings. This new relationship makes him a little less “uptight” and more willing to take chances and less likely to go running to Madam Orbec before he does anything. His “threats” of taking over start becoming more likely. Another rift in the Carnival is expected to occur and finally does, starting with the fiery death of Pervus and his clowns.

Since the Ring Master was always looking for more help, Pervus and his clown crew took it upon themselves to start “recruiting” unsuspecting townies and rubes to come work for the Carnival, this causes them to start engaging in debauchery on a bigger scale than before, to an extent that they become a liability and more obvious. Randal, still having a great sense of ethics and morality could not stand by and let it go on any longer. He and several other Normals set fire to the entire tent in the middle of the night killing them all. (And putting the “Gimpjax” out of his misery.)

The Ring Master was furious that Randal would take such a liberty. Another battle comes close to occurring, but fortunately for the Ring Master,(Who would’ve been greatly outnumbered) Randal doesn’t want to fight over the Carnival, instead he convinces his followers to leave while they started their OWN Carnival. One that was more family friendly and without Freaks all over the place. He leaves with Sasha and most of the other Normals in tow.

The Carnival becomes much smaller and is little more than a traveling Freak show as they are practically the only ones still left. The Ring Master doesn’t seem to mind though, as he said, the Carnival would survive, maybe not in the same way, but its still around.

And you still remain the GEEK.


“Agh! Alright, alright! Stop poking me…what day is it?”
“Never mind all that geek! Get going you know how the Ring Master doesn’t like being kept waiting! Phew! You smell even more disgusting than usual! I guess that’s one way to keep Ajax from killing you, he’d probably vomit his guts out before he could lay a hand on you…then you could lick it up for the rubes! Ha ha! Move it Geek!”

Charley prods you with a sharp stick periodically on your way to the Ring Master’s trailer until you arrive at which point, Atlas stops the both of you.

“Stop! What business do the both of you have here?”
“Goddamnit you fuckin’ one eyed freak! We go through this all the fucking time and its getting REALLY old! You just saw me come out of the Ring Master’s trailer earlier today when he sent me to get the Geek, you know damn well what we’re both doing here!”

Ignoring Charley’s comments Atlas looks down at you and points.

“You may enter, but the Ring Master doesn’t need to see you again, so you may not.”
“Yeah, whatever enjoy the smell.” Charley says and mumbles something to himself while leaving the area.

You barely make it up the little steps to the trailer, but you do. You’re finally starting to gather your wits together; your head still hurts though and you’ve just realize you haven’t had a drink yet. What a terrible feeling. You open the door.

“Close the door, you’re letting all the sunlight in.” the Ring Master orders from behind his desk. She’s siting in his chair, but has her back turned to you.
“Uh you wanted to see me?”
“Of course…(Sniff sniff) you really haven’t been taking care of yourself. If anything you’ve become even more repulsive than when I first took you in. Remember that day?”
“Um, yeah I think…no, no I don’t. I mean kind of… I forget things.”
“I’m not surprised; you’re constantly drinking that swill Charley makes. I am surprised you haven’t gone blind yet though. Oh well what you insist on doing to yourself is of little concern to me, all I require is your obedience. You are thankful for all I have provided for you aren’t you?”
“Oh yeah. Sure I am.”
“You seem to be one of the few nowadays then. There are some though that are ungrateful for things I’ve done for them, they plan to betray me and everything this carnival stands for. They plan to change the natural order of things. Can you imagine what might happen to this carnival if I wasn’t here? What might happen to you?”

You attempt to think about this scenario, but instead you just stand there because you can’t really form anything in your mind because it hurts really bad, you’ve been sober too damn long, and it’s about to get even longer as the Ring Master seems intent on bombarding you with talk as he finally swivels around in her chair. That pale androgynous face of the Ring Master’s is displaying a look of seriousness as usual.

“Nothing good I can assure you. Which is why I’m putting YOU in charge of this task.”
“Huh? What task?”
“Why ensuring the survival of the carnival of course.”
”What!? Me?! Why? How!? I’m not qualified! Can’t you or Charley do it?”
“I fear I’ve done all I’ve can. I mean I’ve provided all of THIS to everyone here. I’ve given them purpose and a life. If that isn’t enough for them, then my words aren’t going to make a difference at this point. And as for Charley, well…I’m sure even in your usual state of drunkenness you’re aware that he has his own plans for this carnival.”
“I guess…but agh, it’s too early for all this…why me? I mean what am I supposed to do? I’m just the Geek.”
“Yes, and that’s exactly why I’m choosing you. You have no motive, you have no agenda, you have no friends, and as such you would probably be the best candidate to convince others to resist change and keep the status quo.”
“You have to be joking! Nobody’s going to listen to me! I’m the fucking Geek!”
“You might be surprised, you have far more potential than you give yourself credit for…perhaps you’ll even change some perspectives, or maybe not. The choice is yours, because the fate of THIS carnival is resting solely on your actions, you can no longer afford to hide from the world in a bottle and a cage if you wish to keep your current life. It is time for you to take some responsibility, its time to repay the debt you owe me. You have until show time.”
“But…”
“Now leave me, I wish to be alone.”

The Ring Master swivels his chair back to its original position. You head back outside, where upon Atlas blocks it again with his massive body.

Never before in your life have you been put in this kind of position of responsibility, (Not that you can remember anyway) but you’re going to have to do something, the question is what exactly?
> You get a drink
If you’re going to do anything you have to get a drink first, you head over to Charley’s still, you can only hope Ajax isn’t there.

“What the fuck is that smell? Oh it’s the fucking lame ass Geek, why am I not surprised?” Ajax shouts when he sees you coming.

Well so much for hope. Normally you’d run, but Charley’s also there and will keep Ajax from killing you (Maybe not beating you though) plus your reliance on alcohol in any form drives you on even in the presence of possible danger.

“Lemme guess Geek, you want a drink?” Charley asks. “Ah good ol’ predictable Geek. Here you go.”

Charley pours you some of the swill that you consider the Nectar of the Gods and drink it greedily. He pours you another when you finish it. Charley’s being unusually cool with you.

“Can’t get enough eh? Here’s another…so what’d the Ring Master want to see you for?”
“Huh?”
“I said what the fuck did the Ring Master want to see you for? Surely it wasn’t about your act, you eat disgusting shit and that’s the end of it. So what did you talk about?”

Charley’s demeanor has changed severely. He’s looking at you intently to determine if you’re going to lie to him. You’re thrown off guard and can only stutter a response.

“Um, nothing much, he, um…I mean she…uh…”
“WRONG ANSWER GEEK!” Charley yells, punching you in the nuts and at his height, he lands a good hit. You collapse like a rag doll, and then Ajax puts his foot on your neck while you hold your scrotum in pain.

Charley continues his interrogation this time with his sharp stick pointed near your eye.

“Now you’re gonna tell me what you and that pale she male freak talked about or you’ll have something in common with Atlas! Talk!”
“(Groan) Alright! Okay! The Ring Master thinks change in this carnival is coming and he wants me to convince people that they should be on his side when the shit goes down!”

Charley smirks and looks at Ajax.

“You hear that Ajax? Some SHIT is supposed to go down! This is the first I’ve heard of any shit going down! You know about any shit going down Ajax?”
“Nope. First I’ve heard of it. The only shit that goes down around here that is what this fucking Geek eats!”
“Got that right…but just in case there WAS some SHIT going down, I’d say it would be in someone’s best interest to not be on the Ring Master’s side and be doing his bidding…after all they might find themselves getting hurt very badly.”
“Charley you don’t have to worry about me! Nobody’s going to listen to me, I’m just a Geek!”
“Of course I’m not worried about you! However…if the Ring Master asked YOU to do this, there must be a reason that I’m not readily seeing…I know! You’re working for me now!”
“What?!” Ajax asks.
“What?!” you repeat.

“Yeah, all the shit the Ring Master told you to do; you’re doing for me now. Trust me you’ll be better off when I’m in charge. You can have all the booze you want, a bigger cell, hell I’ll even get you LAID! I know a couple of ladies who’ll debase themselves almost as much as you will!”

Charley then gets in your face and whispers

“And you won’t have to worry about Ajax ever hitting you again with me in charge I promise. But if you betray me, I’ll make sure Ajax breaks every bone in your goddamn body and then tosses you to Pervus and his fucked up clown army where they can skull fuck your corpse. Are we clear?”
“Yeah, yeah, sure!” you quickly say.
“Good. Ajax let him up.”

You get up and Charley addresses you before you leave.

“Remember, you have until show time Geek, and don’t even think about trying to run away, because I’ll find you and you know what happens then.”

You stagger away with your new mission, you have no idea of how to go about this, so you just think about who might need convincing.

God you could use another drink…
> You go convince the Freaks
Well, if you can get the freaks to side with Charley, everyone else should be pretty easy of course HOW you’re going to do that is another story. The Freak community is pretty loyal to the Ring Master and given your lowly status, you don’t know if they’re even going to listen to you.

You approach the freak side of the Carnival. The instant you enter their camp, you’re watched and studied by many eyes (And some of those many eyes belong to the same freak), but at least nobody throws anything at your head. You don’t get far before Jasmine the Bearded Lady stops you.

“Hey Geek! What’re you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be doing something for the Ring Master?”
“Huh? How do you know about that?”
“Because we’re his supporters obviously Geek! What he knows we know and she knows all!”

Obviously he doesn’t know all; otherwise the freaks would know you’re working for Charley now.

“Anyway, you don’t need to come here to convince us to ally with the Ring Master, our loyalty to him is well known. Though I must admit I wonder why she chose you for this task, but I guess he has her reasons. I suggest you leave now, there’s nothing else for you here Geek.”
> You tell her the Freaks should change their allegiance
“Um, Jasmine maybe you should reconsider.”
“Reconsider what?”
“Well maybe siding with the Ring Master isn’t the best thing for you guys.”

Those words suddenly causes all the freaks that were previously spying on you from their trailers, tents, and holes to come out and surround you. There’s no way to escape. Jasmine’s eyes narrow while she strokes her beard.

“Oh? And who would YOU suggest we side with?”
“Well Charley makes this place really profitable and you know you’d have protection, even more than if the Ring Master kept running things.”
“CHARLEY? That little obnoxious creep? He’s a fucking low life and with more power he’d be a fucking dictator! There wouldn’t be the freedom that the Ring Master gives us!”
“How do you know? I mean he’s a midget, that’s almost like being a freak, he might understand your struggle. I mean I do and…”

Suddenly you feel a crushing blow to the back of your head as Roger the Crustacean hits you with one of his claws. You then feel the stomping of various feet, hooves, talons and “other” on your body. You begin coughing up blood as your head is repeatedly kicked into the dirt.

Jasmine then address you again while pulling your bloody head up.

“You feel that? Hundreds of feet continuing to step on you as you struggle to rise up. THAT’S our struggle everyday. And now you know it. Hope you liked being one of us Geek.”

Jasmine then lands a crunching blow your nose, pushing the bone up into your brain, killing you and ending your misery.


Well, if you can get the freaks to side with Charley, everyone else should be pretty easy of course HOW you’re going to do that is another story. The Freak community is pretty loyal to the Ring Master and given your lowly status, you don’t know if they’re even going to listen to you.

You approach the freak side of the Carnival. The instant you enter their camp, you’re watched and studied by many eyes (And some of those many eyes belong to the same freak), but at least nobody throws anything at your head. You don’t get far before Jasmine the Bearded Lady stops you.

“Hey Geek! What’re you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be doing something for the Ring Master?”
“Huh? How do you know about that?”
“Because we’re his supporters obviously Geek! What he knows we know and she knows all!”

Obviously he doesn’t know all; otherwise the freaks would know you’re working for Charley now.

“Anyway, you don’t need to come here to convince us to ally with the Ring Master, our loyalty to him is well known. Though I must admit I wonder why she chose you for this task, but I guess he has her reasons. I suggest you leave now, there’s nothing else for you here Geek.”
> You leave
Mentioning anything against the Ring Master would be a death sentence at this point, so you keep your mouth shut and leave.

As you leave the freaks, you notice a group of Pinheads congregating behind one of the trailers, when they see you they suddenly become quiet and stare at you with vacant smiles on their distorted faces.
> You approach them
The Pinheads are behaving very oddly, normally they’re gibbering or playing, they’re hardly ever this quiet. You approach them.

“Hey, what’s going on?” you ask.

They look up at you still vacantly smiling at you.
> You talk some more
“So, are you guys getting ready for your act tonight?”

The Pinheads look at each other and then look at you and continue to smile vacantly.
> You talk even more
For some reason the Pinhead’s silence makes you feel welcome, normally everyone drives you off, you decide to talk more.

“Yeah I got a new act, I bite the head off of a cat, vomit it back up and then eat it again with rotten chicken livers.”

The Pinheads cease smiling, and begin to look utterly bored.
> You continue to talk to them
“Yeah, I remember one time I ate a dog bladder, kind of a bitter taste.”

The Pinheads are now starting to get annoyed with you as you insist on telling them your “interesting” list of past dinners.

You might want to stop. While the Pinheads aren’t normally abusive to you, you don’t exactly have a nice history with them and they have been known to get mean when something displeases them, much like young children do.
> You keep pushing it
“So one time…”
“Geek will you shut the fuck up? Shit, I can smell your rotten breath from here!” one of the Pinheads shouts, you’re absolutely stunned.

“You…you can talk?!”

The lead Pinhead gives a dirty look to the one who shouted at you, and then looks back.

“Yeah we can talk, and now YOU know we can thanks to big mouth over here! Thanks a lot Frank!”
“Well he was getting on my nerves George!”
“But…if you can talk, why do you act like idiots?”
“Why do you eat all that nasty shit? For the money of course or in your case for the booze. You think we’d make as much if we didn’t act like little retarded children? We’re fucking ugly just like any freak, but by acting like simple minded children we come across as charming and harmless…cute even. Which makes us rube favorites. Nobody knows the truth, not even the other freaks, nobody except you…I guess we’ll have to kill you.”
“Hold on wait wait! Can’t we come to an agreement here? I mean I’m not going to tell anyone! And even if I did, who’d believe me?”
“Can’t take that chance.”

You suddenly crumple to the ground and beg pathetically for your life at the feet of the George. He gives you a disdainful squinted expression.

“Get off my feet Geek! Sheesh, you’re pathetic! We probably wouldn’t have killed you, maybe just cut out your tongue.”
“So you’ll let me live?”
“Yeah, but you’re still not getting off that easy. You gotta do something for us to make us trust you.”
“What?”
“Go to the clown tent and destroy all their sex toys.”
“WHAT?!”
“Shhhh! Stop fucking drawing attention!”
“You want me to go to the clown tent? But nobody in their right mind goes in there!”
“Duh, that’s why we’re sending you.”
“Why do you want me to do this?”
“Because those pedophile ass clowns are direct competition, they always draw all the children away from our act, and we’d like to get back at them in some way. It’ll really piss off Pervus when he sees his cock ring in pieces heh heh heh.”
“I don’t wanna touch those things! Who knows where they’ve been!”
“You’re kidding me right? This coming from the guy who eats cow ass for his grand finale. Look they’re mostly all in a big wooden box anyway so just set fire to the box or something. It’s not like you have a choice in this matter.”
“I dunno, I think death might be preferable to getting caught by the clowns.”
“(Sigh) Alright, I know you’re working for Charley you wanted to convince the Freaks to side with him in this ensuing struggle coming up…don’t ask us how we know, we just do. And it’s mainly because since much like you we hear a lot more because we’re considers idiots and non-threatening. If you do this, we’ll convince the Freaks to side with Charley, again don’t ask us how…we have our ways…do we have a deal now?”

Knowing this is probably your best shot and if the Pinheads don’t kill you, Charley certainly will for your failure to get people to side with him, so you agree.

“Good, return when you’ve completed the job, we’ll be playing around in this area until show time.”

You leave the Pinheads who resume their pretend act of being morons while you resume your completely real act of being a moron for getting yourself into this mess. You don’t know how you’re going to do this.

As you approach the tent, you notice how quiet it is. Normally loud insane rowdy laughter can be heard from within, but it’s silent which almost makes it scarier. You wonder if you shouldn’t just set the WHOLE tent on fire. In some ways you’d be doing the world a favor. You do wonder about how the Ring Master can just let such evil go unchecked.
> You set the whole tent on fire
You make up your mind and decide to save yourself some risk and set the whole tent on fire. You head back the Charley’s still, which luckily is unattended right now. You steal three bottles of his stuff and his Zippo lighter that he foolishly left near the volatile concoction. Before you leave you take another drink to calm your nerves.

You return to the clown tent and start dowsing it with Charley’s booze trying not to be noticed and hopping no clown suddenly comes out of the tent. You continue to do this until you encircle the entire tent and run out of booze. You light it up…

The entire tent goes up like tinder box, you didn’t expect it to go up so fast, and you’re a little singed yourself, as you fall backwards. You scramble away as other Carneys notice what’s happened and start calling for water. The clowns soon come running out screaming horribly while burning alive. Their faces literally melting off with all the makeup they were wearing.

You are about to go see the Pinheads, but the carnival is in too much chaos, as your act of arson has had an unintended side effect. The burning clowns end up running hither, thither and yon, setting everything else on fire as well in their torment. Soon the entire Carnival is up in flames and its every man, woman, and freak for itself.

Having no other options, you keep running until you reach the nearest town. You spend a couple days just bumming around the town and sleeping in the park until one night…

“Hello, Geek.” You hear melodic voice say. Before you can reply a huge foot steps on your throat. It’s Atlas and the Ring Master.
“It wasn’t enough that you attempted to betray me, but you had to destroy my beloved Carnival. The Carnival that brought so much joy to others and gave jobs to the outcasts. Outcasts like you…well do you have anything to say?”

Atlas relaxes his foot on your throat for just a bit for you to answer.

“It…it…was an accident…”
“Hmm, an accident. Yes I made an accident too, time to correct it. Atlas.”

“N…”

Before you can get out the “o” Atlas brings his massive foot down on your throat utterly destroying your windpipe, your larynx, and your life.


“So one time…”
“Geek will you shut the fuck up? Shit, I can smell your rotten breath from here!” one of the Pinheads shouts, you’re absolutely stunned.

“You…you can talk?!”

The lead Pinhead gives a dirty look to the one who shouted at you, and then looks back.

“Yeah we can talk, and now YOU know we can thanks to big mouth over here! Thanks a lot Frank!”
“Well he was getting on my nerves George!”
“But…if you can talk, why do you act like idiots?”
“Why do you eat all that nasty shit? For the money of course or in your case for the booze. You think we’d make as much if we didn’t act like little retarded children? We’re fucking ugly just like any freak, but by acting like simple minded children we come across as charming and harmless…cute even. Which makes us rube favorites. Nobody knows the truth, not even the other freaks, nobody except you…I guess we’ll have to kill you.”
“Hold on wait wait! Can’t we come to an agreement here? I mean I’m not going to tell anyone! And even if I did, who’d believe me?”
“Can’t take that chance.”

You suddenly crumple to the ground and beg pathetically for your life at the feet of the George. He gives you a disdainful squinted expression.

“Get off my feet Geek! Sheesh, you’re pathetic! We probably wouldn’t have killed you, maybe just cut out your tongue.”
“So you’ll let me live?”
“Yeah, but you’re still not getting off that easy. You gotta do something for us to make us trust you.”
“What?”
“Go to the clown tent and destroy all their sex toys.”
“WHAT?!”
“Shhhh! Stop fucking drawing attention!”
“You want me to go to the clown tent? But nobody in their right mind goes in there!”
“Duh, that’s why we’re sending you.”
“Why do you want me to do this?”
“Because those pedophile ass clowns are direct competition, they always draw all the children away from our act, and we’d like to get back at them in some way. It’ll really piss off Pervus when he sees his cock ring in pieces heh heh heh.”
“I don’t wanna touch those things! Who knows where they’ve been!”
“You’re kidding me right? This coming from the guy who eats cow ass for his grand finale. Look they’re mostly all in a big wooden box anyway so just set fire to the box or something. It’s not like you have a choice in this matter.”
“I dunno, I think death might be preferable to getting caught by the clowns.”
“(Sigh) Alright, I know you’re working for Charley you wanted to convince the Freaks to side with him in this ensuing struggle coming up…don’t ask us how we know, we just do. And it’s mainly because since much like you we hear a lot more because we’re considers idiots and non-threatening. If you do this, we’ll convince the Freaks to side with Charley, again don’t ask us how…we have our ways…do we have a deal now?”

Knowing this is probably your best shot and if the Pinheads don’t kill you, Charley certainly will for your failure to get people to side with him, so you agree.

“Good, return when you’ve completed the job, we’ll be playing around in this area until show time.”

You leave the Pinheads who resume their pretend act of being morons while you resume your completely real act of being a moron for getting yourself into this mess. You don’t know how you’re going to do this.

As you approach the tent, you notice how quiet it is. Normally loud insane rowdy laughter can be heard from within, but it’s silent which almost makes it scarier. You wonder if you shouldn’t just set the WHOLE tent on fire. In some ways you’d be doing the world a favor. You do wonder about how the Ring Master can just let such evil go unchecked.
> You enter the tent
You cautiously enter the tent, fearing for your ass (Literally).

As it turns out, all the clowns are all passed out from the night before. Looks like it was necrophilia this time, judging from the rotting corpses lying on the floor. In fact if you weren’t so rank yourself, the smell might actually bother you. Pervus doesn’t seem to be here though.

Liquor bottles are everywhere; in fact you could probably grab one and dowse the box (Which is open and crammed full of whips, shackles and “insertion objects”) then take one of the Zippos lying on a table and light the box up easy.

This is going to be simpler than you…

Suddenly you feel a hand grab around your foot.

“Hmm, yeah come here baby…”

Before you can do anything one of the clowns has curled his face up next to your foot and began sucking your BIG TOE.

This is REALLY disgusting, even for you. The only good thing is the clown seems to still be somewhat asleep.
> You remove your foot and get out of there
As you attempt to remove your foot the clown’s grip tightens, and then he wakes up completely.

“What the…Hey fellas! Look what we got here! It’s the Geek! Let’s fuck the shit out of his ass and make him our permanent fuck toy!”

The clowns suddenly all get up from their drunken slumber and surround you, there is no escape. The horrors that are unleashed upon you that day are best left unmentioned, but you never leave that tent ever again. You are no longer known as a Geek anymore, you are something much worse…

You are now the GIMP.


You cautiously enter the tent, fearing for your ass (Literally).

As it turns out, all the clowns are all passed out from the night before. Looks like it was necrophilia this time, judging from the rotting corpses lying on the floor. In fact if you weren’t so rank yourself, the smell might actually bother you. Pervus doesn’t seem to be here though.

Liquor bottles are everywhere; in fact you could probably grab one and dowse the box (Which is open and crammed full of whips, shackles and “insertion objects”) then take one of the Zippos lying on a table and light the box up easy.

This is going to be simpler than you…

Suddenly you feel a hand grab around your foot.

“Hmm, yeah come here baby…”

Before you can do anything one of the clowns has curled his face up next to your foot and began sucking your BIG TOE.

This is REALLY disgusting, even for you. The only good thing is the clown seems to still be somewhat asleep.
> You let him suck your toe
You don’t want to risk waking him, so you just let him finish...the sucking and slurping sound is unnerving.

“Hmmm, yeah, your clit tastes so good…mmm.”

You shutter to think what clits he’s been sucking and licking if he thinks YOUR toe is one and that it tastes good!

Soon he seems to stop and mumbles something about being sorry for pissing the bed again. You safely move your foot away. Not wishing to have anything else of yours molested, you grab a bottle dowse the box, and then set it on fire with one of the lighters here and get out as fast you can. You can hear some of the clowns cursing and yelling from the tent in the distance.

When you get back to the Pinheads they’re playing with a ball and laughing. Upon seeing you, George nods in your direction, as its safe to talk with nobody around.

“I did it.”
“Yes, I know, I had Frank follow you. Good job.”
“So about your side of the deal…”
“Yes, don’t worry, we’ll honor it. Charley’s a good business man, he’ll make this place even more money…which means more money for us too, we don’t mind if he takes charge. You can go report to your new master the good news, but don’t you fucking DARE say shit about our true nature to anyone, EVER.”

You agree and leave, you tell Charley the news before show time who chuckles heartily and tells you to be ready after the show because the revolution is coming after the rubes leave. Not wishing to run into the Ring Master before hand you hang around Charley’s still which isn’t too pleasant since you have to endure Ajax’s abuse while Charley goes off to make his preparations.

Then show time arrives, everything goes pretty much the same except the Ring Master looks a little distracted the entire time and the clowns seem to be off their game tonight. The Pinheads take the opportunity to show them up in from of everyone.
> You but the real show begins afterwards
A dark moonlit night.

Charley confronts the Ring Master with his army of midgets behind him as well as Ajax. The Ring Master has Atlas, and looks around for his usual allies, the Freaks, but they’re nowhere around. The Normals seem to be staying out of the fight for the most part, but chances are some of them will take one side or the other.

“Your time has come Ring Master! No longer will you exploit us! I’m taking over!”
“And you all feel this way? You’d rather follow this criminal who’ll be corrupt? You really think he’s doing this out of some noble moral code? Obviously you must be blind if you don’t see that rule by this degenerate will be worse than anything you THINK I’m doing…but I leave it up to you…”
“It won’t work Ringy, I got more in common with my people than you do! Blood is thicker, and yours is going to run everywhere if you don’t peaceably leave…I’m giving you this one chance you pale she-male.”
“Not likely, I have my own friends as you know.”

The Ring Master whistles and you arrive with all the Freaks behind you. He looks surprised to see you.

“Geek?”
“Sorry, Ring Master, but we made a better deal.” You say and the Freaks advance.
“NO! Atlas, it’s just me and you now!”

The battle ensues, though it’s not really a battle. A few of the normals side with the Ring Master, but sensing Charley’s got the winning hand most of them either just stay out of it or directly side with him. The only thing that makes the battle last longer is the fact that Pervus and his clowns side with the Ring Master as they still were mad about the Pinheads embarrassing them at show time. Atlas and Ajax lock horns, and while Atlas kills Ajax in the struggle, he is easily taken down by the midgets afterwards. Pervus and the clowns do some damage, but likewise they too are taken down.

On the side lines watching, the bloodshed is too much for Randal and he leaves during the battle which has forever destroying his love of the carnival. Sasha leaves with him seeing that Ajax is no longer alive to hold power over her.

Finally in the last moments Charley laughs as he stands over the Ring Master’s body which is now lifeless with Charley’s sharp stick through its heart. Meanwhile you were hiding during all this, but Charley calls you out.

“Hey Geek! Come out you fuckin’ coward! We won! Come out, you ain’t gotta worry about Ajax anymore his goddamn neck is twisted all the way around, damn shame.”
“…I’m here Charley.”
“Good, unzip the Ring Master’s pants.”
“What?”
“Unzip the Ring Master’s pants, I wanna see what the hell he or she was packing. I had a bet going with Ajax and while I’m just gonna take everything from his trailer anyway, I still wanna see if I would’ve won fairly.”

You’re a little hesitant, but your crouch over the body and start unzipping the Ring Master’s pants. A crowd begins to form around you. Normal, Midget and Freak alike.

“Come on come Geek, we ain’t got all fuckin’ night.” Charley says while kicking you in the ribs.

You pull down the underwear…

“EEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWW!” the crowd shouts in unison.
“Holy shit!” you say falling back.
“Ha ha, I knew it!” Charley chuckles before continuing.

“Alright you lot, I want all these bodies cleaned up and disposed of before we head out to the next town, and Salina I want YOU in my new trailer to help me celebrate this glorious victory!”

And so begins the reign of Charley the Ringmaster. Under his guidance midgets run everything and the Carnival doesn’t so much resemble a Carnival as it resembles a mobile grifting ring. While regular carnival activities still abound, they’re more of a cover than anything. In time, most of the high maintenance acts are done away with and eventually only thing that stays completely the same is the freak show, just to upkeep the front for what’s really going on. The Pinheads get their own special attraction since they take up the clown vacancy.

You do somewhat better under the new management. You still do your act as it’s still a big draw; you get lumped in with the Freak Show. You don’t need to put up with Ajax’s abuse anymore so fearing for your life isn’t a factor. (Though the Pinheads still verbally warn you every now and then to ensure your secrecy) Charley uses you as a gopher, so you’re actually making money now (If little). He still kicks you around for his amusement, and is prone to dump a bucket of piss in your face to wake you up, but it’s better than what a Geek like you could’ve hoped for.


“Yeah, I remember one time I ate a dog bladder, kind of a bitter taste.”

The Pinheads are now starting to get annoyed with you as you insist on telling them your “interesting” list of past dinners.

You might want to stop. While the Pinheads aren’t normally abusive to you, you don’t exactly have a nice history with them and they have been known to get mean when something displeases them, much like young children do.
> You go talk to the Normals
Since the Freaks are firmly behind the Ring Master, you might as well talk to the Normals, the problem is you have to talk to someone with some pull with most of them, and Remarkable Randal is the only one who has that in any great capacity and getting him to side with Charley is out of the question.

At least directly.

It’s possible you could talk with Madam Orbec and get her to convince Randal to change his stance since he follows anything she says; also she’s less likely to throw something at your head when she sees you approach.

You head towards Madam Orbec’s tent, which has an air of creepiness surrounding it. You enter the tent and immediately get your usual welcome.

“Geek! Begone from this place! Do not assault the spirits with your foulness!” Madam Orbec commands.
“They’re dead; I don’t really see how my smell can affect them.”
“It’s not your odor that offends the spirits, it’s your aura! We do not want you in our presence! Away with you, we have no wish to be involved in your underhanded dealings!”
“How do you know what I’m here for?”
“Fool! I am Madam Orbec! I see all that the spirits see! You’re working with that miscreant Charley in an attempt to take over the Carnival and you’re hoping to influence me so that I may in turn influence Randal to convince the normals to side with him.”
“Well since you know…Madam?”

Madam Orbec begins to clutch her head and writhe on the floor talking to herself.

“Yes. But no! Maybe? Perhaps. If he can pull it off. Is he capable? I doubt it. We must try. Whatever, just get him out of here!”

Madam Orbec suddenly stops and slowly sits up.

“You need to expose those of the small craniums.”
“What?”
“The Pinheads. You need to show their true nature to the public.”
“True nature? What’re you talking about? Why”
“That is all the spirits have told me, their reasons are not to be questioned, but I have been advised to help you in your treacherous endeavor if you accomplish this objective. Now leave and do not return unless you are successful.”

At this point Madam Orbec seems to go into a cationic trance. You take your opportunity to leave and ponder what the hell her cryptic ramblings were about. All you know for certain is that you have to do something to the Pinheads. Expose their true nature, though you can’t imagine what that could be.

You could try spying on them and see what you can find out, or maybe a more direct approach would work.
> You spy on them
You head towards the Freak side of the carnival and try to find the Pinheads, when you see them you notice they’re all congregated together in a relatively secluded area. Almost as if they’re in a meeting. How odd.

They haven’t seen you yet, so you take the opportunity to get closer by sneaking around behind them and hiding behind a barrel. You prop your back up against it, close your eyes and pretend to be passed out, just in case someone passes by, wondering what you’re doing. You then attempt to listen and you can’t believe what you’re hearing…

“So George did you hear what’s going on in Germany?”
“Yeah, it wouldn’t surprise me if we had to go to war with them…AGAIN.”
“Well maybe a war would be good for the economy.”
“Maybe, I doubt if it could get any worse.”
“Yeah, but if we go to war that means less people coming to this Carnival, and that’s not good for our income.”
“Oh I don’t know about that. History has shown that in hard times, people are actually more inclined to want to escape reality and that’s what this Carnival is all about; escaping reality.”

The Pinheads are discussing world matters! All this time they’ve been acting like idiot children and they’re actually intelligent! You get enthralled by more of their conversation. They begin discussing literature, science, philosophy and other topics that are far above your comprehension or even a normal person’s comprehension.

Unfortunately since you’re not actually watching them and just listening, you don’t see what some of them do. The Pinheads realize you’ve been spying on them mainly due to your powerful smell which is unmistakable at this range. A couple of them did a bit of sneaking around on their own while the others continued the conversation to keep you put until they got into position.

“Psst! Hey Geek, over here!”

You open your eyes just in time to see a baseball smash into your face, breaking your nose. You curl in a fetal position while holding your nose and resisting the urge to yell. You pretend you’re still drunk, hoping you can throw them off suspicion. It doesn’t work though. The Pinheads have been fooling everyone for so long they’re experts in seeing through a fake act as pathetic as yours and even if they couldn’t they still wouldn’t want to take the chance of you blabbing.

“Shoulda stayed in your cell today Geek.” are the last words you hear as a crowd of angry little squinty faces stare down at you, before they beat you to death and then dump your body in the clown tent.

You really don’t want to know what happens after that.