Leaving the circus would now be impossible because of this, even though we have to put up with the Ringmaster's conflicting and often ridiculous ideas. And the fact that he cracks us with his whip doesn't help either. The astute might remember that I already put up a quote about the Ringmaster a LONG time ago, around a year to be exact. Actually, not even the astute would remember that. But he can fire pellets of PURE energy! If you haven't checked that one out, it should be in the gallery somewhere. The Ringmaster also alternates between calling us fools and telling us we will be richly rewarded. He also sometimes starts blathering about a flying truck. In any case, I leave you with one statement from the Ringmaster. "You will all be richly rewarded for coming here! Just send an envelopped with your address and soul to me!
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In one roleplaying campaign I'm currently participating in, our characters' sole goal was to join the Circus. I'm really not sure why, anymore. But that's beside the point. The point being that the Ringmaster, owner of the circus, now also owns our SOULS for all eternity. (And he rarely fails to remind us of this fact.) Apparently, it was in the contract we have with the Ringmaster. The only problem is, none of us have ever signed the contract. Because contracts are dangerous things, since all the important stuff is written in really small print. Then, when you get screwed over, the benefactor says that you should've read the fine print. But seeing as how we didn't sign a written contract, we couldn't have been screwed by such a simple trick as small writing. Unfortunately, though, we did have a verbal contract which we agreed to. And the equivalent of small print in a verbal contract is really quiet mumbling. It would've gone something like this: "If you should join the circus, you will have to do your share of the work, but you will be paid every week. Also, as an entrance fee, you will turn over your souls to me! Forever! Agreed?"