|Find out more about the spooky inhabitants of the blood painted Circus|
[Crimson Circus - Ch. 3 ] RelocationThe Gate keeper was still chewing on the near-tasteless, somehow edible substance long after the rattling clown left.[Crimson Circus - Ch. 3 ] Relocation by ChesterPalm
He wasn't particularly hungry. In fact, he wasn't hungry at all. Never was.
But this thing took so long to get down, it was actually a pretty efficient time consumer, yet not too distracting. And in the end, it wasn't that bad, in a sense that there's a lot worse than that. He knew from personal experience.
While he did admit that it's sometimes better off boring, he craved some action now and then, especially during long periods of nothing coming anywhere near the Gate, from either side, and finding a decent pass-time activity was near to impossible.
He was lucky enough to get frequent visits from Jingles and some less frequent drop-by's from others, or he'd lose his mind in no time.
Forcing down another bite, he stared into the seemingly endless horizon beyond the rotating gate. Nothing but an illusion. He always felt like standing at the edge of an abyss.
[Crimson Circus - Ch. 2 ] Meet the MerchantEDIBLES![Crimson Circus - Ch. 2 ] Meet the Merchant by ChesterPalm
GET THEM ALL HERE!
A jesterous Merchant called at the top of their lungs with little effort, their voice ringing and chiming as if bells are accompanying their cries.
A Merchant has to be loud, to be heard for miles, as there are very few customers that could make a decent trade, mostly semi-sentient Wilderbeast that offer some of their harbored good for quality food.
True, some will set to attack the Guard after a good meal, but that just falls under “occupational hazards” - even if not directly to the Merchant. There is a code, and the code dictates that a Merchant must sell their goods to anyone who can offer a payment, be it Gold Tokens or valuable goods. In return, there's an unspoken treaty that the Merchants are not to be harmed. Those who attempt such a foolish act are set to meet a swift demise.
Feeling light and jaunty after restocking at the Gift Shop, the Merchant donned a two-point
|Welcome to the Crimson Circus. Here you can meet the main characters of the plot and learn about the setting|
Born of 1993 in Israel, an artist with so many ideas I don't know what to do with them|
Done art since...ever, started preserving works since about the 6th grade
Doing traditional and digital art, majored art & design in high school, currently studying Media Design in a...college (it's called an "institute", but it sounds bad XD). I also enjoy photography and writing
Served in the military for two years, know how to operate a gun an a rifle, finished duty as a Sergeant
I have two close friends that I have and will often mention in things I post, since they inspire ideas for stories and characters and other concepts. Thanks to them I have 4 major plots going on, 3 of which have their own folders in my gallery
* My name means "Pine Tree" in Hebrew
* Hebrew & English speaker
* Moved once
* Divorced parents
* Played Hockey
* Can't drive (have licence)
* Tone deaf
* Forever sleepy
* The nickname "Chester" originally came from the name given to my Chestburster plushie