Lakeside Amusement ParkMature

Something is dying deep within this tarnished

Wasteland; where everyone's lost in nightmares

And each creaking gate imprisons creatures from 

The blackest rings of hell; a dark and deadly paralell.


Now you're lost amidst the dizzying heights of

The tracks for a rollercoaster into an abyss of

Otherworldly atonement. Fall to your death if you

Need to lose "yourself."


A frost of bloodied rust paints a world of

Your past; and your tainted fate.

A switchblade and the last scraps of sanity may be

 all that keep you from evolving into another

Coming attraction for Lakeside Amusement Park.

The End

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