Seedy and depressing like the best of Roadside America, the Carnival of Doom has long been on my radar as the perfect place to get my favorite genre of gothic clothing. I love the destroyed carny look, as if a dust-bowl traveling circus got ravished by vampires. The macabre jokes abound in the sim, which is patterned after the worst of cheesy carnivals, but cheerfully recreated to twang our nostalgia nerve... And, in another twist of nostalgia, it will soon be gone.

Only Winter Jefferson, the only sardonic Australian Vampire knight fashionisto on the grid, could take a challenge that Gidge set for him and create a masterpiece look  as a Vampire Clown. If you are not already a fan please find more awesome photos here and a great sense of humour with unique style in fashion   -  In Cold Blood .

Speacial thanks for setting the background for these scarey photos in Carnival of Doom - The last ride of your life.

This weekend I heard the call of the midway barker...."Step right up, that's right folks, we're gonna have a show right here!  Come on over for the big show!  Gather 'round!  You've heard everyone talking about it and it's here...the carnival is town!  All live, all right inside the gates!  Come on in....see shows, ride the rides..."  The words reverberated in my head over and over.  Dizzying lights of the rides, the smells of the deep fried food.  All the glitz and all glamor, the travel to new and far away spots...the carefree life of a carny.  I did it....I joined right up.....ready for my SLife on road.

My first stop....wardrobe.  Suited up in a lovely ensemble sure to catch the eye.  Being only really talented with the pen vs the sword, I spent most of the day as a barker.  Shouting out to grab the attention the various passersby.  My voice thundering above the crowds in a manner to get them to pay me mind and see what I was pedaling.

It seems to me, our SL avatars are expressions of our idealized selves.  The person we may have picked to look like had we had the choice.  And we are only limited by the tools and materials we have available in game.  Always wanted to be a redhead?  Hair store, click, buy, wear...red prim hair.  Short in RL?  Appearance, height, slider to right.....mmmm tall.  No more climbing on the kitchen counter to get that glass on the top shelf.

As I travel the grid, 90% of all the avatars I see are tall thin human hardbodies persuasion.  The perfect picture from a fashion mag.  Of the remaining 10% there are the:

So You Wanna Be A Carny .....

           As I lay here in the corn day dreaming I am getting ready for my nap  I can't help but wonder what this day has in store for me .I know many of you Townies think this be a hard job  killing  and all but it  can be easy if you do it right and it always brings a smile to my face.Many of you Townies may not know us Carny's has our dreams . I can smell Griete she must be close by I best get my knife ready in case she tries something funny .Sometimes I think that beard makes her do funny things or maybe all that moonshine she be drinking all I know is that Freak house walls best be bloody  .If I catch her sleeping again you all may not see her no more .I will catch her I always do .

Following my last article, dear readers, many of you expressed shock at how I was seemingly dragged off at the end of it. This could not be farther from the truth! I mean, honestly, who would, as they're being kidnapped, take the time to type all of that out? That's lunacy. I have, in no way, been kidnapped by carnie-folk in order for them to make me do as they please. Again, that's just preposterous. Honestly. Sometimes, dear readers, I wonder if you're even paying attention! No way! No way. Which is a good thing, because today I am bringing you, as an addendum to my last article, some various fashions from the Carnival of Doom, all of which are contained within the aforementioned Novelties barn.

Some may ask where I came from at sometimes it brings a tear to my eye. My given name has always been Delilahlee but some may not know that I was born together with my sister Destiny. We were one .A true "freak of nature".I myself came to see this more of a blessing then a curse .My sister and I were sold to many different Freak shows and had many owners .One day Destiny stopped  moving and we were tossed out of the  Freak show and made to live in a Barn.So one day I took it upon myself to remove Destiny.I wanted to be free  .Destiny was starting  to smell and rot .So I picked up a  chainsaw and went to work and that is the last thing  I remember of my old life .