Did you know that the Old English name for a Circus is a ‘’Ring Circle.’’
Well, by that definition you can probably ascertain that there are many entities within our universe that could be categorised as a circus.
This much is true.
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One such entity, a planet named in a language I’d really doubt you could read, sits quite uncomfortably within its solar system. An expansive and luminous exoplanet, habitable and thriving.
It has a ring. It has a circle. Sure enough, by jove it’s a gosh darn circus!
Before we dive deeper into our expositional epilogue, there’s a little more I should probably tell you about this planet.
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The circus is in a very, very Exceptional orbit. To say the least. For the most part of it's year, it will not be close enough to the sun to sustain life.
This period, to it’s usually frosty inhabitants, is known as an off season.
The life forms that dwell, migrate underground to their dens in order to hibernate and wait out till the time of year that the circus comes to town. Because they’d be dead if they didn’t.
11 months out of the year, an icy wasteland.
1 month out of the year, a pretty damn good party.
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You might be asking, what kind of monstrous life-form could adapt and evolve to thrive in such conditions! And to that I say, what would you expect in a circus, other than a clown?…
Ps: If you know what a ‘’homestuck’’ is. You probably know what to expect from this format by now. Each update the top answer will progress the story.
Speaking of, why don’t we start it together…
SHOW US THE CLOWNS
A pink sun was beginning to rise over the habitable part of the planet. It had been a long year so far and all the clowns were beginning to come out of hiatus. Off Season was officially over. It’s in one such cave that we find ourselves, the ground outside covered in a frost that was starting to thaw and leaves the purple grass glistening like glitter.
The walls of the cave were covered in layer after layer of tarp, as if you were descending deeper into some sort of rainbow mutated wasp nest. You’d need to crawl on your knees to make it through, but as you push your way down to the chamber at its core…
You find a little living room and a fake fireplace crackling to life as the cave hums with some sort of power. A little clown is resting on the couch, pale and rigid like a statue as color flushes to her cheeks. She stretches and yawns almost exaggeratedly before pulling herself up. It had been a long 11 months, and it was time to make this year a good one.
Hmm… It seems she needs an extra 5 minutes… Sleep appears to be claiming her for round two. Perhaps you need to test your:
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