Carnie Ev's Journal Entry #001
Well, well, well, after months of hammering stakes, tightening ropes, and arguing with Vinny over who gets the last bag of peanuts, CarnieVille has finally thrown open its gates. The banners are flying, the bulbs are glowing, and the midway hums like a calliope possessed. I tell you, there’s nothing quite like the smell of fresh sawdust and burnt sugar in the air, it means we’re alive, we’re loud, and we’re ready for a showdown the likes of which no big top has ever seen.
The crew’s been restless, itching to put on a spectacle. Wally’s been polishing his tusks like they’re brass doorknobs, Twistina’s been coiled up in a steamer trunk rehearsing her escape, and Shanny Sweets has been sneaking molasses into places molasses has no business being. Even Strongman Wayne was spotted grinning, and that fella don’t grin for free. You can feel it in the air, folks: something big is stirring. This ain’t just a circus, it’s a test of grit, wit, and the occasional misplaced cannonball.
So to all our honored guests, newcomers and old-timers alike, welcome to CarnieVille. The lights are on, the games are rigged just enough to make you laugh, and the stage is set for history. Keep your eyes wide and your wallets tighter, because once you step through our gates, the only guarantee is a story worth telling. Until next time, my friends.
The Show Goes On, Whether You’re Ready or Not. - Carnie Ev
