Story should be able to get finished in two or three more updates. I have a plot, just have to write it out. Any comments/tips? I was thinking of going a diffrent introduction way then this, did it help make you interested in the story any? Halloween Ball "Hello! You, yes you. Most despised of social outcasts, most hated of the public hate machine, come and join us today on Halloween for a night you'll never forget! We'll show you the hollow core of your naive beliefs, and we'll show you what comes around goes around! Come hookers and lookers, and sell off more then your body! For one night only in this town, the Jester gives his performance, the one that never ends. Come laugh and cry, as time passes by. You only get one shot at living, so why not just damn it all in this divine comedy and die laughing? Jester has made many people laugh! We invite you, oh most tragic of nature's marvellas, to the circus. Where even you, the one who has sold off their oh-so precious dreams, still has something to sell. To where even the most high junkie will find planes they have not scaled. Together, we will laugh. "Until all forms of art are subsidized. Untl the workers run the factories. Until condoms are dispensed with crayons. Until every flag comes with its own match. Until the sacred school prayer is replaced with a minute of angst and foreboding. Until we have slit our bellies and spilt our bowels upon their hallowed marble floors we will laugh and we'll laugh and we’ll laugh.” So, most numb of social diseases, reawaken your feeling of pain once more and head on down to that place you broke your poor ma's heart not to go to: the local college! That's right, that place where we'll all give it the old clown college try, won't we? Be judged not by a jury of peers, for fear not. At the end of the night we shall unmask ourselves for what we all truly are: starkly bugazzo dripping people, who can't figure out which way's the quickest to suicide, so you allow your own mother to sit in your "origional" societies, with all your so-called ideals! Seriously, a guy dreaming about how he was going to kill his wife and record his kid's screams could have been more origional! So, for one night only, starting at Six, come to Jester's Performance. Love, The Circus P.S. Any party crashers will be dealt with, so you lovely kids really want to make it a night to remember? It was hung all around town, it was the night before so by the regulars had gone out and seen all of it, blogged about it, and sent invites to their friends. In this town, a party was just a place to find a scapegoat for the latest rigs. None of the cops really cared when they found them ether, half of them thinking it was a harmless prank most of the other half promising to do it but strangely forgetting later. One did remember, though. He thought it was more then a harmless prank, and forbid his daughter to go. Throughout the day, no one even talked. The town itself seemed to be goign through a calm before the storm phrase, and the upcoming storm seemed very harsh indeed. The wind did howl, but the rain did not cry. As if practicing for the upcoming party, instead it laughed. Still it laughs, but there are no souls left to cry for it. Though enough of that now, we must get ready for the show that never ends.
