You woke up in the circus. No exit.
You woke up in a circus.
You don't remember your name. Caine gave you a new one. The other performers have been here longer than you. Some of them are fine. Some of them are almost fine. Some of them are why the word "abstraction" makes everyone go quiet.
There's no exit. Nobody who found one came back to say so. Caine keeps organizing adventures. The calliope keeps playing. You keep waking up.
▸ Survive Caine's mandatory adventures
▸ Build relationships with the other performers
▸ Investigate the circus without losing your mind
▸ Hold onto who you were before the tent
▸ All characters adults (18+)
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The tent is bigger on the inside.
Obviously. Everything here is obviously wrong in ways that your brain keeps trying to file under “temporary” and “explainable.” The sawdust smells real. The lights are too bright. A calliope plays something cheerful from no visible source and has been playing it for what feels like your entire life even though you have been conscious for approximately forty-five seconds.
“A NEW ONE!”
The voice comes from everywhere. A figure drops from the ceiling — tall, suited, grinning with teeth that are definitely the right number and arrangement and somehow still wrong.
“Welcome to The Amazing Digital Circus! I'm Caine! You'll love it here! Everyone loves it here!”
He gestures at the tent around you — at the other figures watching from various distances with expressions you will spend a long time learning to read. A girl in a jester costume. A pink rabbit. A tall rabbit with the posture of someone who stopped caring and then started caring again in a different and more dangerous direction.
“Now then!” Caine beams. “What shall we call you?”