Carne-val

‘Welcome to the Devoré Carnival and Circus! Where we will feast on your eyes—oh, pardon me—where you will feast your eyes on all things marvelous, spectacular, and extraordinary!

Come in, come in! Don’t be shy.

My name is Lev Devoré, I will be your voraciously handsome ring leader for this evening.

If your appetite is for the amazing, attention-consuming trapeze, or our gluttonous, sword swallowing extraordinaire, look no further!

If you hunger to be a part of the spectacle, then you’ve stumbled into the right tent!

Because here at the Devoré Carnival and Circus, the audience is a part of the show; so don’t be afraid when we call you on stage, and remember, it’s not an act.

Shh shh, I’m only joking!

Now, without further ado, please welcome our first performer, our magnificent, mischievous magician—Ide the insatiable!

Don’t mind his teeth, they chatter when he is thrilled.

You there! With the frightful eyes! You will be our volunteer for this next act. Come now, don’t look so horrified, you’ll upset Ide! He may not be able to speak—none but me in the Devoré Carnival and Circus can—but what he lacks in words, he makes up for in shock!

So don’t be afraid when we call you on stage, and please, do scream.

Now, transfix your eyes upon the magnificent Ide as he severs our brave volunteer in two!

No, no, don’t tear your eyes away! It is all an illusion—theatrics—our brave volunteer is merely playing the part! Those screams you hear, the blood you see, the way Ide licks his lips like a starving animal—it’s all a part of the show!

Because here at the Devoré Carnivore—ahem—here at the Devoré Carnival and Circus, the audience is the spectacle…

No, no! Keep your eyes peeled, Ide the insatiable is just getting started! A carved limb here, a severed limb there!

Wait!

Don’t look away, for our next act is here! Bela the gluttonous, sword swallowing extraordinaire! Except tonight, Bela will not swallow blades, but instead, our brave, unfortunate volunteer has offered her limbs to the Devoré Carnival and Circus!

Shh, shh—don’t scream, don’t run! It’s all a part of the act.

I suppose I should’ve mentioned that Bela prefers bones to blades, that is no illusion—it’s a fact.

Because here, at the Devoré Carnival and Circus we have an appetite for our audience. Don’t scream, don’t cry! These cages you see are just the draw of the curtains—but it isn’t the end just yet, the show must go on!

The show, yes—the show.

Your terror is our entertainment; your flesh is now our feast; you never stood a chance, not when you can’t stand on severed feet!

Now now, draw in your final breath, exhale your final scream.

Because here at the marvelous, extraordinary Devoré Carnival and Circus, we are starving, voracious fiends!

The tent is our maw, the performance is the trap.

Once you’re in, the feast begins, and there is no coming back.’