In the dance of the damned, who is leading and who is following meekly along?

It is the strangest game that never ends, that pulls you in, that makes you beg to be a part of their world, another pawn in a sick game of puppets with no names, no personalities, and no life left in them. Yet, you feel the strangest desire to join them, to become a part of the circus, a circus whose performance never ends.

The same performance that makes people want to cut their wrists and crave the eternal sleep of death. It fills you with pride that you, a lowly human, can do that. That you have that type of power. The power you never knew you craved.

The power for you, a puppet, to become someone's puppeteer who will drive people insane. Who will make them tear up their hair and dance in your crazy dance until they are all dead with smiles frozen on their faces without them ever truly knowing what they had done? What you made them do.

In the haunted forest maze of the dead nothing is as it seems. Fairy tales are twisted into nightmares, everyone carrying a different face, sometimes even literally. They tear off the faces of unsuspecting spectators and plaster them as their own with creepy smiles as blood flows down their faces with their victims screaming in the background.

The puppet master pulls the strings, the entity that none can see. But even you, a hollow puppet, have the power over those naive humans who expected to see a fun show but only found horrifying monstrosities. However, even you can't escape.

There is no escape.

Heroes will become beasts.

Cute little princesses will become just shallow puppets who no longer remember who they were or what there is in life besides death and mutilation.

Do you want to escape? Death and decay no longer appeal to you?

Good luck with that, you poor little puppet. You will need it.

Word of advice. Remember that wolves with sharp teeth are lurking in the shadows. That witches are always laughing from high above. Will you escape their notice? I don't think so.

There is nowhere to go. No freedom. No life. No lack of pain.

So, accept your fate. Embrace the darkness and enjoy being forced into torturing people, into pulling their mouths into huge smiles until their cheeks are torn off and bleeding while they are releasing the most soothing sounds of pain and horror.

Isn't horror in the eyes of others a true beauty to behold? Doesn't it make your heart beat just a little faster? Doesn't it make you smile just a bit wider?

Just admit it. You are trapped in their cursed show. You are just another puppet in this endless, dark performance that keeps leading the unsuspecting humans deeper and deeper into the forest maze where nothing matters anymore but the sick, twisted game you keep enjoying more and more.

A game that keeps getting under your skin, making you feel like the dark energies that each leaf and tree are breathing out are your own. The same one that you are secretly enjoying. That you don't want to end.

Gently take their hands into your own and use their nails to scratch out their own eyes. Why not? This is all just a game, and you are already a puppet, so why not enjoy it? Why don't you sell your soul to us, to the never-ending circus performance of the damned?

This never-ending maze is yours to call home if only you accept the pleasure of murder and madness. If you open the door to that dark side that we all have deep down in our souls and let it roam freely, let it consume every cell of your body the same way this forest is permeated with evil you will find the true pleasure of being alive.

Being evil is so easy. All you need to do is let go.

Just let go.

Don't worry about anything.

Let go.

And all will be well.

You will be a part of something great, of the greatest horror performance in the world, in the Circus of the Damned. In your hands, you will have the power to end life, but not only that, you will have the pleasure of turning someone's life into their worst nightmare.

You can make them do anything to themselves or others, and you'll stand there to reap the benefits of what you have sown.

Wouldn't that be grand?

Join us.

Come to the dark side of your own will, and you will be so much more than our mere puppet pulling the strings of the people with pure souls who can never hear our siren's call. Help us, and we will help you.

We will help you never to feel lonely, never to be sad, and never, absolutely never to be left behind. You will be the one leaving people behind in bits and pieces.

It will help you heal to see others in pain. It will set you free to see those who hurt you subject to your will to do with them as you please without them ever saying no, without them trying to find justifications for their wrongdoings.

Wouldn't that be grand?

After all, there is no escape, only the terror of what's to come.

The screams.

The pain.

The shaky begging for one's life.

And wouldn't it be amazing if all of those weren't coming from you but from those you hate the most or love the most? The choice is yours, after all. We are only here to show you the beauty of the dance of pain. Whether you suffer from it or inflict it on others is up to you.

I know which one I would choose. Don't you?

Don't you want to see them writhe and cry and beg you for mercy when they gave you none?

Wouldn't it be grand?

All you need to do is give up your soul. Become one of us, and you will no longer feel the pain, but you will enjoy the pain of others. And trust me, it's so much better on the other side, where such pesky things like morals and doing the right thing never stand in the way of revenge.

Come!

Join us!

Be part of those who bring about the screaming and shaking in those who hear us coming. Take revenge on all those who wronged you. Or punish those you are jealous of. The choice is always yours.

Wouldn't it be grand?

I accept.