Circum Mortuis

02/04/2017

Come one, come all, climb into the shadows of your worst nightmares and greatest fears. Embrace the darkness that creeps into your hearts at sundown, this is the place where inhibitions melt away, and reveal the bare bones of depravity. Forswear your morality and sink beneath the waters of the wicked channels that line this hall. Lost souls and contracts sealed in blood reside within the musty tents. Be warned: not all are safe to approach; interact with the shades at your own risk. Stay where you belong, and do not climb into the cages, it's unhealthy for the creatures to eat twice a day. Stumble into where you shouldn't be and you just might be claimed and stolen away by the spirits that reside under this desecrated ground. Our resident acts include: A Doll Woman, Marissa. Mom, preforming some of her favorites from the 60s. An ancient leviathan from the deeps, Desreta. Terry, the Sordid Magician. The infamous Pervert Butcher, Sara Abbott. Hobo Jesus moping in the bar. And son of the infamous Aka Manah himself, Michael