"You've just left town and, in a stroke of bad luck, your car's broken down. There's nothing but grass and corn fields in sight under the dead of night - but you spy a light in the distance. Grabbing a jerry can, you make your way towards it, which is revealed to be a strangely threadbare-looking carnival tent. As you step forward, you start to be able to make out the big top's name: Horatio Ignatius Grimley's Circus of the Macabre and Ghastly. There's only a few cars around, a few of the lights seem to work and the entire place seems abandoned, when out of the corner of the ticket booth comes a... tentacled thing dressed in a cavalry coat and jackboots, with a tophat and the mockery of a handlebar 'stache perched atop a mess of polyp and pimple-covered tendrils. You'd swear you're looking at a Lovecraftian nightmare trying to pass for a circus ringleader - and its tendrils curl into the simulacrum of a smile as it sees you..."\nA guest - and a downtrodden one, at that? Outta gas, eh? Why don't you... stay for a spell, hm? We'll see about that car of yours sooner or later - but you, my friend, deserve libations! Refreshment and entertainment!\n"He swishes his reed cane in a dramatic gesture."\nRight this way, please...