"Ahhhh! Who Are You!?" yelled Bill.
"I am the chooser of players."
"What is that suppose to be?" Asked Harry.
"How come nobody knows this," sighed the chooser, "I chose the players of the games."
"What games?" Asked Bill
"The carnival games," the dark figure said "By the way, call me Rick.
"Ok Rick, what kind of games do you have?" Bill asked
"The kind you expect at carnivals of course. Follow me so I can show you the park," Rick commanded in a stern almost desperate voice.
"I.think we should be going, it's getting late and my mom is kind of strict about what time I get home," Bill said
"You are not going anywhere for a long time," Rick said in a stern, scary, deep voice.
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Carnival of Doom
RandomWhen Harry and Bill come across a new carnival that they never heard of, they just had to go into it to see what was there. As they walk through the door to a tent, they realize that there was no turning back unless they win a share as of deadly gam...
