CHAPTER I:
EVERYTHING MUST GO!
Camelot, 100 years later.
It was a pleasent day, as Marian walked into the bank, near the main gate of the city, and nodded to her cousin, the clerk, and stopped at the back of a reletively short line. She looked around and was surprised to see a clown in the corner. He was a feline, face painted white, with an overlay of bright green forming a large grin, and comical spirals around his eyes. He wore a fancy waistcoat in the colors of the harlequin, and a pair of breeches and a lace shirt, also gaily colored. The tips of his ears and tail were also dyed green, and his nose was bright red, his hands and feet were bright purple, and he was smiling and handing out fliers.
COME ONE, COME ALL!
SEE THE CIRCUS OF A THOUSAND LIGHTS!
FREE ADMISSION ON THE NIGHT OF THE KING'S BIRTHDAY!
Beneath this was a picture of a clown standing on his head, laughing broadly. As he passed out the final flier, he suddenly seemed to start choking, his face in his hands. People gathered around, trying to help him, and Marian was one of the first in. Suddenly the clown retched hard, and held out his hands revealing a set of mechanical, chattering teeth. "Anyone care for a bite! HEEEhehehehahahahahaaaaa!" He said, letting out a loud, maniacal giggle, and proceeded to dance out of the bank, throwing the teeth over his shoulder as he went. They sailed comically through the air, over the clerks cage, and landed on the floor. The next thing Marian knew, she was laying on her back looking at the sun through a haze of black smoke. She dimly recalled, now, a bang, and a flash, and a feeling of intense heat. Her ears were ringing, and she couldn't hear over it. She felt something warm and wet on her face and chest. She tried to raise her hand to her face but couldn't seem to make it move. She raised her head and looked down, and saw something she couldn't quite understand. Her arm wasn't there, and the ground was covered in a spreading pool of red. She lay her head back down, suddenly feeling tired, and saw, in the air, paper money, floating lazily down with the clown's fliers. The last thing she heard before sleep claimed her, was his giggling laugh, fading into the distance...