Attendee Type
Masked Guest
Created
2025-02-23 17:58:29.720 -0600
Observation
Where did all the colors go?
Alfred groaned, inspecting his body—gold smudges on his chest, red streaks on his thighs… was that a purple bite mark?
Another voice muttered, “Why does my thigh have six-colored fingerprints?” sighed Maude.
Reginald stretched, grinning. “The paint’s gone, but I think I’ve been permanently redesigned.”
Across the clearing, Clarence flopped onto his back...
“We were promised brighter things.”
Masquerade Rule #2: If it wasn’t yours before, it is now.
Response 1
“Where did all the colors go?”
Francis smirked. “Maybe you weren’t paying attention.”
A drowsy sigh. “We were promised brighter things.”
Masquerade Rule #7: Our reality can not masked. Only we can.
Response 2
“Where did all the colors go?”
Reginald twirled a mask. “Should I keep this?”
Maude murmured, “We were promised brighter things.”
Alfred smirked. “Just don’t lose the only thing that matters.”
Masquerade Rule #8: Lose the rest, but keep the mask.
Response 3
“Where did all the colors go?”
Francis yawned. “We were promised brighter things.”
Percival smirked. “Names fade. Some stains don’t.”
Masquerade Rule #9: You may forget the names, but the colors will remember.
Revision
Clarence muttered again, “We were promised brighter things.”
Reginald smirked. “Maybe we became them.”