Greetings

Welcome to the gypsy of fortunes. Your coin was very much appreciated. And now I shall grant you your future. It seems my cards of tarot have dealt you a very odd hand. A hand of six jokers card, this is very rare and suggests something neusant is approaching. You should be visited by a dark circus. A circus that holds pain and anguish. This travelling mass of evil will leave your corpse to rot. While entrapping your soul to be displayed at future stops. Oh yes, you should also be aware that it is your own evil doings that have brought about this carnival's visit. All of the sins and hatred you have cast during your life have whipped and spun into form, the form of one. One who leads this gruesome parade of pain into your life. One sinister beast, one known only as...

THE RINGMASTER

Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the museum, the wax museum. Thousands of dead souls covered in wax. All of the rare exhibits you are about to encounter are strange of a strange and wonderous creation, of the one and the only, Leader of them all. So both dead and undead, please welcome the R-r-r-ringmaster. The ICP is of the Ringmaster. And the Ringmaster's of the attitudes of mankind, now you gotta face your worst enemy, and that's yourself. Every wicked thing you've ever done has come back now. And it's gonna whip your little ass, bitchboy! We're just clowns. We just work for the Ringmaster. With the wave of his magic wand, I step forward, wind back, and swing this battle axe upside your mother, fucking, head!!! So step right up, cause the R-r-r-ringmaster takes you on the ride of your life. Horror and fear, smiles and tears. And ever so over do.

The Ringmaster rises up and lifts across the sky. Through the forest, and down the river. Along the valley, over the hill. And down the trail, and up the sidewalk. And down the alley, and up the stairs. Only to surprise you and yours. At your very front door.