The Freek ShowMature

You have stepped into a world of darkness and violence. Fresh gore litters the hay covered ground so watch your step. That smell that offends your senses is from centuries of filth covered death.

In front of you are several seats waiting to accommodate.

Rest here your wicked souls and gaze upon The Freek Show!

A bent man stands, as curtains open.

Skin and bone welcomes us all,

to a show that never ends.

Hunched back Jim hands out offal

while the master prepares.

"Cover your ears and pry open your eyes.",

the master speaks.

"The show is about to begin!"


The End

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