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NEW FOR 2022!
NEW FOR 2022!
It’s been 3 years since the dead began to walk and NERA is making their final stand. You don’t want to be caught in the crossfire.
THE FACILITY HAD A DEVASTATING MELTDOWN. SO DID ITS WORKERS.
You could hear the sirens and alarms for miles. You could also hear the blood-curdling screams from those inside Facility 235. The staff tried to cool the reactor core, but nothing they did could stem the devastation. Then it was too late. Too late to save the facility, too late to save themselves.
So here they remain, not quite dead, certainly not alive, patrolling the grounds, resuming their former tasks. Radiation can exert strange mutating effects on the human body, not to mention what would be left of the mind. Ready for the tour?
WHO ARE THEY? WHERE DID THEY COME FROM? WHY ARE THEY HERE?
Mysterious, unexplained disappearances had been going on for decades, maybe longer. A select few townspeople simply vanished, as if they never even existed, and those remaining lived with a foreboding and in constant fear.
A town elder, left behind for some obscure reason, called it “thinning the herd.” A haunting wind, the brief screams of the unlucky chosen ones, the panic of those left behind. No one knew when The Culling would occur. You have to ask: Am I next?
The Carnival came to town… and never left.
Neither did anyone who ever visited this sinister circus. There was something “off” about Carnivus from the day they set up in the far reaches of a desolate field. The manager was a clown, as were all the employees – in the very literal sense, with garish makeup that seemed to be permanent. The incessant carnie music was haunting, the freak shows all too real, the evil laughter echoing into the night. And visitors to Carnivus?
The clowns thought they were delicious. Step right up, folks. It’s showtime!