Run.

The air is black with ash. A child is screaming. "Mommy! Mommy!" it desperately screams. No one replies.

Waterlogged, charred wood. It is clear that the firefighters' efforts failed miserably. The red bird was easily able to vanquish the entire CarnEvil. No more clowns, bootleg liquor, or freak show. Gone. All gone. This "unexpected" fire should come as no surprise though. Let's just say the people that ran the tacky attraction were not the sharpest pencils in the pack. They were the stubs; their lead all gone and their erasers used up.

The blare of the sirens eventually resides. Finally mismatched cast members all come out. The bearded lady, the midgets, and the other odd, assorted performers grudgingly march from their various hiding spots around town and assemble around the enormous trucks that had, previously, lugged them into town. In what seems like only seconds, the entire troupe is gone; vanishing into thin air like the patrons' money at the fair. The only evidence that remains is the ruins of the fair-ground. The blackened wreckage is an eyesore and the air reeks of carbonized wood, but already vines and shrubbery are beginning to embark on their journey to reclaim the scorched landscape. And so it is. Gone the commotion that had riled up this quiet town. Returned the mundane day-to-day lifestyle that has proved to be the bane of my existence.

Aside from myself though, I believe the only person who actually misses the CarnEvil is Michael Sanders. In order to understand the reason why he undoubtedly yearns for the traveling spectacle, it is necessary to dive into the man's life and carefully examine his odd disposition.

Sanders is a character. Despite his deceivingly drab appearance, he would consider himself to be of the "hipster" generation, the one that parties at raves until the wee hours of the morning. You see Sanders is a DJ, and a good one at that. Mixing beats is his passion and he has been doing it all his life. This career and lifestyle choice though, is one not easily pursued in Finche Pointe. This god-forsaken community has sworn off musical entertainment in favor of package stores and tattoo parlors. So, when there turned out to be an MC among the CarnEvil crowd, Sanders was ecstatic. It's not everyday that he's able to converse with another human being while using his complicated musical jargon. But now, this harmonious relationship is forced to come to a close due to this unfortunate fire. The MC is gone, and with him, Sander's aspirations and high hopes. The calm has returned before the ashes have finished settling.