Night 1: The Daredevil’s Last Flight
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As the sun slipped below the horizon, the fairgrounds did not quiet. The midway glittered with strings of bulbs, rides creaked into motion, and the scent of fried dough mingled with sawdust and livestock musk. Fairgoers bustled about their duties - some tending to animals, some checking ride safety harnesses, some vanishing into the crowd with unseen errands. The night was alive with motion, whispers, and decisions, each worker moving with purpose, though none could see the full picture of what was unfolding.
And then the call went out. A hush swept across the grounds. Everyone turned toward the arena where the seasoned Daredevil prepared her grand stunt. She stood tall in her sequined jacket, eyes glinting with the confidence of someone who had danced with danger more times than she could count. For years, she had been a fixture of the fair - guiding, teaching, watching over.
She mounted her rig, the crowd breathless as the lights flared. Fireworks cracked against the night sky, painting her silhouette in sparks. With every gesture, every flourish, it was clear this was more than entertainment...it was a distraction, a shield. For she, perhaps alone, understood: there were darker forces gathering here, hidden in plain sight. She would not let them strike tonight.
The air was electric as she leapt - twisting, flipping, defying gravity itself. Gasps and cheers echoed across the fairgrounds, her performance dazzling and impossible, meant to hold every gaze. The roar of the crowd masked the falter - the split-second where something went wrong. The stunt spiraled beyond control, and in a blaze of flame and smoke, she fell, her body crashing through the net with a sound that echoed in the night. Gasps gave way to silence, then to stunned applause, many believing the spectacle was part of the show. And then the applause turned to screams as the moments ticked by and she did not rise.
Those who had known her felt the truth: this was no accident. The Daredevil had offered herself, one final time, to buy them a night of safety. When the smoke cleared, only ashes and awe remained.
Dead is @genny , who was the Stunt Daredevil, a neutral third party player who was destined to die on night 1.