|The Great Milenko
|The Amazing Jeckel Brothers
|The Wraith: Shangri- La
#1: Canival of Carnage
Welcome to the show, the travelling
ghetto. Years of breathing the souls of rotted minds has created a bad case of "Ghetto Insanity." As you walk the streets,
stared at as if you were a freak show, less than human, an ogre walking the streets paved with gold, you'll begin to understand.
If those of the ghetto are nothing more than carnival exhibits to the upper class, then let's give them the show they deserve!
No more hearing of this show because it can now be witnessed in your own front yard. A travelling mass of carnage.
The same carnage witnessed on a daily basis in the ghetto can be yours to witness, feel, and suffer through. No longer killing
one another, but killing those who heartlessly ignored our relentless pleas for help.
Like a hurricane leaving a trail
of destruction....the Carnival Of Carnage may be visiting you...
#2: The Ringmaster
The day has come...the time of reckoning.
Who will perish in dreaded hell and who's soul will be content within the pleasures of heaven? Looking past the words spoken
with a wicked tongue and the evil deeds done within one's life..looking into the consciousness of man. What is the real evil
that seems to plague mankind? Who are the real demons that walk this earth? Is it those whose minds have become devious because
of a lifetime spent trapped in a caged hell, or is it those who invented this caged hell years ago and have done nothing to
help destroy it?
Who's guilty? Frankenstein, or the doctor who created it? The sword, or the man who has slain with
it? Which is the real evil -- the man who kills another for food, or the man who does not share his food to prevent the killing?
While you sit in judgment of a criminal, you may very well be the one who's guilty of greed, deception, and hatred.
who are rejected at the gates of heaven shall be dragged off into the pits of hell -- viciously torn from this life by the
non-living, the phantoms of the dead. These beasts take the form of a demented carnival, that of a wicked, dark circus, led
by one. One who was created by your own evil ways..one who will judge your very fate..one known only as...
#3: The Riddlebox
Time flows like a dark horde, consuming
all in its path. Man lives his life in the blink of an eye. Just as day becomes night, all life fades into death. In death,
each person will be judged for his deeds performed while alive. There are the few who walk the path of greed, their souls
host to demons. Time slows near each person's end, as those whose deeds were evil grasp onto life as long as they can. Though
they don't know what awaits them in the afterlife, they do know for them it is a horror beyond words. Time stops in this world,
as the heart becomes still and the soul leaves the body. Time is eternal and even in death it is but a new beginning. For
you see, when you step into death, your soul steps upon the floor of a dark chamber and you look to see it empty, except for
a strange looking box on an old wooden table. On the front of the box, you will see a question mark faded with time and a
twisted crank handle on its side. As you turn the handle, a sharp melodic tune will fill the air with a deafening noise of
terror. The surprise comes when the music stops and the top of the box pops open and its contents are revealed. For the few,
they will see a vision of God granting them eternal peace, with a wash of golden light warming their soul. The rest will see
an image of hell, spawned and formed from their own evil; a reflection of their soul with fog seeping from the box, stripping
their sanity. What will be in store for you is the mystery, but if you take a look within yourself, you will find the answer.
For now, you still have time to change the outcome of the mighty Riddle Box.
#4: The Great Milenko
From deep within the Netherworld of
shadow walkers comes yet another exhibit of the Dark Carnival. He is the master of the art of using magic without magic...
He is a Necromancer... the craft of using magic through the dead. Dead meaning both physically and mentally. This spectacle
shall be witnessed only by those who are meant to see it. Look deep inside of your soul and ask yourself... Do you hold a
ticket to witness the show? The answer lies within yourself. He is the fourth to rise. He feeds upon one's own greed. He is
powered by one's own jealousy, lust, and temptation. To envision yourself with something that rightfully does not belong to
you... that is the illusion cast by him.
To act upon this vision and seek it out at the expense of another... that
is the magic cast by him. Continuos dreamers of profit at the cost of another are pledfed and haunted by his wizardry. Others
are content and satisfied with what they can achieve by themselves and have not the urge to tamper with another's well being
for quick gain. They see him only as a hoax and see no illusions or magic by he. It is simple... He is you. His illusions
are your evil thoughts. Your evil acts are his magic - yesterday, now, and forever. You and he are the fourth to rise... You
and he are the master of Necromancy... You are the dead and him the magic.
Together, you and he are The Great Milenko.
#5: The Amazing Jeckel Brothers
His evil influence flows
from the city streets like red molten ooze, filling every alley and gutter. There are those who are burnt by it, like the
charred remains of a napalm strike. He moves in silence, yet with his heat comes ear-shattering screams as the masses are
scorched in his choking smoke of corruption. His fire consumes like a lethal injection flowing through the veins of a dying
convict. Hosts of small red ants crawl in the wake of his presence, biting and stinging flesh. His holocaust fills the woods
of hope and prosperity like a wave of hungry piranhas on a newborn lamb. He goes by many names, but for now let it be spoken
like the force of a fireball bursting into a crowd. He's Jack, pure and simple... Jack Jeckel.
His glow of compassion
kindles the heart, like a campfire on a cold winter's eve. His embers burn eternally, spreading the flame of mercy like a
warm blanket over the shoulders of a vagabond. His kindness is fueled by sympathy for human suffering, but his inferno of
righteous cause, incinerates creatures of sin to ash. The torch of his salvation guides wanderers in the dark abyss to freedom.
Its flaring sparks float on the winds of change, like soaring birds recently freed from a dreary cage. Laughter explodes forth
from the essence of his being, radiating the land with childish joy. He has many names, but for now let it be spoken like
melodic music drifting through the air. He's Jake, true indeed... Jake Jeckel.
Emerging from the Dark Carnival like
phantom smoke drifting into the minds of men, they are the Amazing Jeckel Brothers. A chaotic duo of juggling masters, Jack
"the sinister" and Jake "the just" juggle the sins of mortal men. The price of admission to their show is a mere human soul.
When death creeps 'round and life decays, the departed spirit will begin its journey. A vision of a candle will begin
to form like a distant dream with billowing smoke rising from its eternal flame. In this thick haze the deceased will begin
to see an image of Jake and Jack Jeckel juggling red balls between themselves. Each ball soaked in fresh blood and pulsating
like an erratic living heart. For every sin committed in a mortal's life another ball is added to their unearthly performance
and the harder it becomes. The deceased will witness sinister Jack throwing Jake curves in a vile attempt to see a ball drop.
For if they should fumble in their act, a pit of infinite evil shall open beneath the feet of the viewer and cast the soul
into an eternity of pain and suffering. Success on the other hand, opens the gates of Shangri-La and grants one ascension
into pure enlightenment and peace.
Jack and Jake Jeckel rest in all of us for they are they very fabric of our being
conscience and soul. There is no escape from their Juggling act because there is no way to escape from ourselves. Only in
death will we realize this as we twist and spin to the other side?
#6: The Wraith: Shangri- La
A presence can be felt by those
who have followed the epic saga as told by the Insane Clown Posse. It is a presence that is synonymous with the crumbling
of time itself. Thus emerges a being so powerful that he can exist between both the land of the living, and that of the dead.
He goes by many names but is known to the living only as the Wraith. He walks upon worlds forgotten, and descends from heavens;
fade into gray to witness the death of all mortal things, so that he may guide the departed upon the path that they have chosen
Here is the story of the path to Shangri-La, the 6th Jokers Card. Only now will we truly understand
the meaning of the saga, for this saga all along, each Jokers Card, is actually none other than... The echo of our lives.