[A notice would be found pinned across notice boards in Old Town by individuals dressed head to toe in what could only be described as armoured clown costumes.]
[The cursive would be far from the usual sophisticated strokes, as if composed by either a child, the elderly or an injured one. The title would be scrawled in a red ink, in a similar messy style.]
What's this? He thinks he's won?
[The cursive would be far from the usual sophisticated strokes, as if composed by either a child, the elderly or an injured one. The title would be scrawled in a red ink, in a similar messy style.]
The fun has only just begun.
He's in for a real treat if he thinks that'll get me to run.
My Troupe keeps under my command, their loyalty cannot be undone.
For the truth is, the Violets think that they reduced us to none,
But, in realty, they're just back to square one!
[The cursive tightens, becoming far more refined. A definite change in author is obvious.]
The Clankers have declared us finished. Spreading their lies about our Carnival's oncoming demise. This is far from the truth. They best prepare themselves, for our performance remains unfaltered, and if they continue to try stop such, they shall be the ones put down. Let this be a reminder of their slanderous ways. The Clankers are not to be trusted. Help us in our plight. Join our family today.
[Once more, the red ink takes over, scrawling across the page the signature of the Clowned King.]
