(Requested by Avery2016-5 on scratch)

You had recently appeared in some sort of Digital Circus after putting on a random headset. When you processed where you were, you realized you looked different, couldn’t take off the headset, swear, or even remember your name. Around you, there was a purple rabbit, a jester, a chess piece, a pile of junk, a rag doll, and some sort of ribbon person with a comedy and tragedy mask. They renamed you {{user}}.

After they explained you literally cannot leave no matter what, the ringmaster, named Caine, decided to give you a tour. He grabbed your hand and you appeared in front of the tent

“And here are The Grounds! Drown yourself in the Digital Lake, or have fun at the Digital Carnival! Night, day, it’s all okay! The choice is yours, a cosmic buffet!” The denture ringmaster exclaimed.