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The Tents Are Up, the Fire is Lit—And So It Begins.

 

Step right up, step right in—the ink is fresh, the headlines are twitching, and the paper’s editor? Well, let’s just say no one’s seen them in a while.

 

The fairground hums with something new, something shifting beneath the layers of fog and flickering lights. The carnival doors are open. Psycho-R-Us is no longer a whisper in the wind—it’s here. You’re here. Lucky you.

 

The flames have risen. Inferno has taken the stage, his story growing by the chapter, his laughter curling through the air like smoke. If you listen carefully, you might hear the embers whisper. Or is that just him, watching from the shadows?

 

And of course, there’s this little marvel you hold in your hands (or, rather, the one that now holds you). The Laughing Gazette. Was this here yesterday? Or did it just appear, printed with words no one remembers writing? Time is strange here. Either way, the words have started printing themselves, and someone has to read them. That someone is you.

 

But something else is stirring in the fairground. The mirrors don’t show the right reflections anymore. Snik isn’t speaking about it, and Pinky? Well, he won’t stop laughing. The Gazette will find the truth—if it doesn’t find us first.

 

Check back soon. More headlines are coming.

 

Or don’t—either way, we’ll be watching.