text: [Themes: horror, humor]
  
  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."
  
  > 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.
  
  > 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.
  
  > 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.
  
  > 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.
  
  > 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.
  
  > 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."
  
  "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.
  
  > 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.